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A boy named Austin McGregor is growing up raising himself after being born from a drug addicted father and mother. He's an insane psychopath that's trying to live. (Chapter 1)

The father knew the child was going to be maniacal, for both him and his lover were insane. Austin McGregor was born July 23rd in the back of a taxi cab weighing 5 pounds 6 ounces and no, not to the hospital, but to the house of a family friend named Crackrock. After his birth the Father went insane causing himself to get thrown into a mental asylum leaving the chaotic Mother to fend for herself and Austin. She did so by having sex for money owing to the fact that she couldn’t get a job, for her record and past made that complicated; and she didn't care, not at all.

The life Austin can't remember was extremely harsh. The mother brought men in and out of the house, sometimes completely forgetting Austin even exists. There was a sort time when his mother didn't feed him, forcing Austin to care for himself by eating the little amounts of mold in the back of the fridge. That alone fed Austin for three days before his mother came back from all the drug trips and gangbangs.

By the grace of something, he later grew up into a perfectly healthy little boy. When he could collect the world around him into reality he started to take care of himself, stealing from markets to eat and keep clothes on his back. He physically was healthy, his mind however was cynically insane as his father had predicted. In his mind existed tons of memories he couldn't comprehend, and this second half of Austin willed himself to get through things no matter what it was, even by force. Everything to Austin seemed fast paced and hazy but that was normal too him, he thought it was like that for everyone. All day everyday.

His sense of humor was maniacal and vicious making it complicated for him to get friends. He always seemed to have an outgoing personality constantly talking with enthusiasm and grinning as often as he liked, even in situations grinning would be frowned upon. The first real sign of lunacy was in the 5th grade at a friends house. No one knew too stay away from him after that, no one except god as the only witness.

Austin was in class on a friday talking with a boy named Alex, they met years before that day. Alex had been bullying Austin for weeks and he was going to try and befriend Alex and not for the right reasons. They began to get along and share laughs at some of the less vulgar jokes Austin made. After school Austin went over to Alex’s house and planned for him to stay both the day and the night. The house was grand and white. The roof was a charcoal black and the windows were bigger and taller than any one Austin had ever seen. So many windows were on that house, so much it could claim the title of a ‘glass’ house. Once through the front door their was a gigantic stairwell that led upstairs with paintings along the clean Ivory wall to the left. Austin looked around in awe at all the glass sculptures and paintings the house had. Before they went to Alex's room he gave Austin a tour of their magnificent house. Going up all the stairs tired out their legs Alex commenting: “See, this is why I never complain about the stairs at school.”  

Austin laughed hysterically at the humorless joke Alex made. Once up the stairs they made way down a giant corridor to the right with giant doors on both sides of the hallway. The third one down on the left was Alex’s room. When Austin got inside his room his jaw dropped open from everything he saw. Toys as high as they could possibly stand were stacked in the corner of his room. On the roof in the left corner was a hammock full of expensive trinkets and his bed was a wooden hand carved bed frame with a queen mattress.

“Wow, your house is really big huh,” Austin says sharp looking around. “what do the parents do?”

“My mom is a lawyer and my father is a businessman, I asked him before and it's far too hard to understand what he does believe me.” Alex laughs proud.

Austin laughs, “I see, wow that's really impressive, my mother likes too f**k for money.” he says flat out unashamed with a half smirk on his face. Alex doesn't say anything, he forces himself to do a short laugh and looks down uncomfortable.

“Well, let's not just stand here,” Austin says, “show me your toys dude!” Alex looks up and truly smiles. They go too all the stacked toys and look at them all one by one playing with every other one for a few minutes before moving on the the next. Hours went by with the two boys playing with the random yet fun toys. After he gets bored playing with all the toys Austin lays back. “Let's do something exciting.” He says bug eyed.  

“I have something cool I can show you, we can't play with it, but I can show you. I took it from my father's safe, he gave me the code just in case a burglar or something shows up.” Alex shows him his favorite thing that he stole from his father, a Smith & Wesson Model 460XVR. Once Alex pulls it out Austin sits up with eagerness.

“Wow that is a flashy bright gun.” He says enthusiastically. He grins and hits the wooden floor lightly with his knuckles.

“Yeah, I don't know what kind it is but it's pretty heavy, you wanna feel?” Alex asks holding the gun out at Austin. Before he answers a few seconds pass where he just blankly stares at the gun. “Oh boy do I.” Austin reaches for the gun slow and steady. He's never held one before, but he is very aware of what they can do. When he grabs it he lifts it slow from Alex’s hand. It was heavier than he thought it would be. After looking at it for a minute and examining what the gun possessed he stood up and started pointing it at everything and making boom sounds with his mouth. Alex sat there quiet and uncomfortable.

“Alright let's put it away now.” Alex says after another minute of watching Austin. Austin slightly looks over to Alex and smirks. He pulls back the hammer with one of his thumbs and the cylinder rotates.

“Alex, have you heard of that game ‘Russian Roulette’?” He turns facing Alex, “I've never played and now we have the chance.” A strong deep grin grows on his face. He moves his arm and flicks his wrist, the barrel is facing Austins head. The muzzle is resting on his lower jaw facing up towards the ceiling. Alex sits there paralyzed in an immense amount of fear.

“Don't do anything-” Alex starts. He doesn't even finish his sentence before Austin pulls the trigger, Alex flinches and closes his eyes. After a click and a few seconds of silence, Austin lets out a breath of relief and begins to laugh hysterically.

“Wow that was exciting!” He says with a smug grin. Alex sits there staring blankly at Austin who's smiling and breathing with such adrenaline. After a minute Austin looks down at Alex who has been quiet this whole time.

“What's your problem? You sad cause you couldn't go first?” Austin says scratching his head and lifting an eyebrow. Alex doesn't say anything, he doesn't know what to say. Hes terrified simply because the boy in front of him just pulled the trigger too something that could have ended his short life. Austin lets out another hard breath and bends over looking down. He smiles slightly looking at Alex who's still sitting there quiet unable to speak.

Austin whistles at Alex, “Hey dude you cool?” Alex forces himself to nod and smiles.

“Geez, that took some balls.” Alex says breaking the awkward silence he had created.

“Yes it was and now guess what Alex?” Austin says standing up straighter.

“What?” Alex says squinting his eyes up at Austin.

“You’re turn.” Austin pulls back the hammer, aims at Alex and fires instantly.

Everything was foggy, Alex fell back onto the floor out of intense fear, he was shaking. Austin begins to laugh and tosses the gun lightly on the floor next to Alex. “Bro relax I knew it wasn't loaded. Never had ANYTHING to worry about.”

Alex sits up and breathes out hard. He looks at Austin glares and shakes his head. “What?” Austin laughs. “Dude i'm not that stupid.”

No, he is not that stupid, however he is that reckless. Not only that, he didn't know if the gun was loaded or not. ~

Hours pass and Alex gets over the gun situation. They ate dinner to, which they had chicken fried steak with potatoes. Afterwards they went back up to Alex’s room to watch a movie. Alex was hooked on what they were watching, an infamous fire just blew up a factory by a major river. He was awed by how big the flames had grown, he was amazed by how vicious the fire treated everyone. Austin sat bored and stared silently into the flames that lit up Alex’s big screen T.V. He wanted to do something active, something baneful.

“Hey Alex,” Austin began, “what time do we have to go to bed?”

“Hm, I'm not sure. Probably not too early my parents let me stay up later when I have a friend over.”

“Well, we should go have a fire or something somewhere.” He leans his head facing Alex. Alex turns his head making eye contact with Austin.

“Yeah let's do it we have a fire pit in the backyard we can use. I'm sure my dad will let us take some gas too help us start it up.” Alex jumps up and Austin follows. They went on to ask Alex’s father for permission and for the keys to the garage for the gas, he agreed to let them have a fire and he handed over the keys with ease.

    Out in Alexs backyard existed a giant fire pit. It went down into the floor 6 inches and was circled in an area of grass and expensive stones. It had the diameter of a single person trampoline, the kind for little children. The night was quiet and both the stars and moon made it glow bright. They got piles of wood from the garage and stacked it into a large teepee building it high enough to go passed both Alex and Austin's waist. They got the gasoline out last and drenched the pile of wood, Austin inhaled embracing the scent the gas made. They grabbed a box of matches from the garage and Alex lit one. They both watched the match grow smaller and smaller with each passing second before Alex finally threw it in. The pile of wood exploded into a magnificent fire that lit up the whole backyard with an orange tint. The heat that bursted from the fire was enough to push Austin and Alex back further. Once the fire settled, they began to relax and stare.

Many thoughts flooded Austin's mind once the fire ignited. Thoughts he couldn't understand, thoughts he didn't want to understand, for he knew how demented they seemed. The fire brought him back to a time when he was smaller, a little six year old boy. At the time he was alone in the house, the mother had left him alone a few hours earlier and he sat there in his house with himself and his thoughts. A smell that was repulsive kept infesting his nose. It was sharp and it seemed to burn whenever he took a breath that was too large. He noticed the stove was on fire, the way it's supposed to be. The flame was small yet bright. The power was turned off and that's all he had to see the room around him; he was grateful because he was terrified of the dark. He continued the rest of the night in that state, when his mother got home the next morning he was fast asleep on his side in the kitchen.

She noticed the smell too, she noticed what the smell was and where it was coming from. She went over to the stove and flicked her wrist to the left, she left the whole gas stove on all night. She knew the health risks and she knew a boy of his age inhaling gas for hours on end was bad, she cared, just not enough to do anything about it. After bending over to check to see if her son is okay, she quickly went on about minding her own business already completely forgetting about her child. He laid there dizzy unable to speak or move. He stayed like that for 2 more hours before getting enough strength to move about on his own. His throat stung rough as well as his eyes, breathing seemed like a chore and opening his eyes was very painful, so painful he could still feel it if he tried hard enough.

Austins mother's name is Anastasia; Anna for short. She was very beautiful, much like his father whose name is Thomas, Tom for short; before they became hard users. The two of them fell in love at a young age and both were introduced that same night into the drugs that would soon infest their future. They had a bright future, they had a house, both had good paying jobs, money, and Anastasia was bearing a child that was three months along. This child was not Austin. Thomas was the first one to notice their habits were taking a toll when he went to an ATM to get some money for half a gram of crystal meth. He checked his balance and there was only 160 dollars. They were short about 40 dollars for the 200 dollars the rent costed. He knew they needed that money too live, too have a home for both him, his lover and their unborn child. But still, his hand hesitantly went forward and collected 60$ in which he and Anastasia went over to his best friend's’ house whom had the nickname of Crackrock. Once they lost the house, both their jobs, and she lost the baby, they began throwing everything they lived for out of the window too invest their time selling, distributing and using drugs. That got themselves the small house which Anastasia and Austin live in today.

Austin doesn't remember his father, and he doesn't want to remember. A few months after his birth Thomas went insane and began using even more immensely than before. The first time Thomas had slept in three days Austin woke up from a nightmare screaming bloody murder. The pitch the young baby was screaming at was haunting and disturbing all at the same time. Thomas was having strong hallucinations that involved everything sinister. When he heard his son crying for someone to hold him and comfort him he snapped. He broke a beer bottle on the side of his bed staining the grey carpets with both booze and his blood. He walked fast in the direction of Austin's room and Anastasia followed screaming in his ear trying to convince him everything was okay. He stomped towards Austin who too Thomas looked like a red demon with black eyes screaming for some flesh to chew on. He lifted up his hand which held the bottle and prepared to swing the broken glass right on the baby's face and then some. Anastasia pushed Thomas who tripped on one of the legs of Austin's little bed and he fell hard. The bottle completely shattered right under his wrist cutting his whole arm making Thomas groan in pain. He lifted up his arm and a trail of blood began pouring from the deep gashes and started dripping from his elbow. Anastasia was coming down from a high being more observant than Thomas, she grabbed their child and ran out of the house to the nearest convenient store.

When she got too the one down the street the clerk knew who and what she was. Anastasia, a beautiful mess with a child. She used the phone and called the police, which she told them Thomas was a suicidal drug addict that needed help. Twenty minutes later a swat team raided the house and grabbed Thomas and took him to a rehabilitation center after clearing the house. That was one of the only moments in which she put Austin before herself, she saved his life. For that one reason, he would be forever grateful. Austin's mom was the one that introduced that memory too Austin. He doesn't remember the incident but he does remember the dream. The dream haunted him as much as his screaming haunted his father. A white pale demon with red eyes was crawling at him slow, he couldn’t move. As it crawled to Austin the bones of the thing were breaking, the noise and sights were very vivid as if it were real. Besides of an old picture on their empty fridge, he never saw his father before.

“Hey dude,” Alex snapped his fingers in front of Austin. Austin flinched from the snap and warped back into reality. He forced a half smile and looked up at Alex who had been standing in front of him blocking his view of the fire.

“Yeah whats up?” Austin replied looking up at Alex who was moving back to his chair.

“You're getting quiet for the first time.” Alex laughs to himself. Austin forces a laugh and keeps his gaze on the fire. “Before I go to bed Austin, I just wanted to say sorry for everything.” Austin's gaze shifted from the fire too Alex.

“What?” he asks with confusion.

“Just for always being rude and making school a drag for you and a lot of other people. I just have some anger issues I guess.” Alex looks from Austin to the fire. Austin could hear it in his voice, he wasn't sorry. He said his apology as if he was forced to say it. ‘He’ll be sorry.’ Austin said in his head.

“I forgive you, thanks for the apology it means a lot.” Austin looks back into the fire and does a strong wicked smirk.

“I'm pretty tired so I think i'm gonna hit the sack. The water is over there if the fire isn't out when you want to come inside, just use the rest of that.” He points his thumb over to the gallon of water on the side of the garage.

“Alright sounds good.” Austin says loud and clear. He gives Alex a thumbs up and looks forward again. He wasn't tired, not even a little bit. What he wanted was a bigger fire, something that would awe the biggest pyro. Alex walked towards the back door before sliding it open and walking inside leaving Austin alone. A couple of minutes pass before Austin actually does anything. The fire dies down a little and he gets up and adds more wood on it. He lifts up the gas tank too see how full it is and it's full besides a quarter of the tank being empty. He sits back down and his gaze shifts from the fire to the house in the back.

Looking back on what he did, he didn't know what was going through his head. Perhaps it was the anger, perhaps it was all the hatred he's built up, unknowing how to let it out. The more he thought about it the more he came to the conclusion that nothing was going through his head, nothing at all. He continued the blank stare at the house before his leg reacted on it's own, kicking over the gasoline tank.

“Whoops.” He said to himself. Its as if the gas was being controlled, moving over everything that it wasn't supposed to touch and heading straight for the target it had selected, Alex's house. A very noticeable trail of gas had formed straight towards the back door which had been left open just a little. The concrete it was spilling over was staining as the gas passed. When the trail of gas had reached the backdoor it began to drench the carpet with it's flammable substance spreading ever so smoothly.

Austin was staring blankly at the trail he had made from kicking over the tank, he was pleased with how perfect it came out like the trail was manifesting from his thoughts. He looked over at Alex's chair in the shadows and noticed the box of matches he had left out. A shy smirk grew on Austin's face. He stood up and went for the box of matches when he tripped from the leg of the chair he was sitting on. His left foot went into the fire sending tons of smoke and embers into the air. After quickly jumping out he looked around at all of them thinking of fireflies. He started walking towards the box of matches half a dozen feet away. It was when he was in that thought of comparing embers too fireflies when a lonesome ember found it's way to the trail that led to the house of Alex.

It happened faster than the human eye can follow. The gas tank erupted sending segments of flame all over the backyard catching the grass and parts of the garage on fire. The trail went up in a blaze turning into a bright orange flame. It followed into his house and it seemed to have detonated in a little explosion when it reached the carpet. Austin stood from outside watching what he had done. The paintings along the wall began to burn and a barrage of smoke began to flood too the top of the house. He began to laugh at what was becoming of the house. The fire grew rapidly and spread almost instantaneously throughout the first floor of their giant house.

    “Wow, what have I done.” Austin says quietly to himself. He leaves the smile stamped on his face and throws up both of his arms, “this is beautiful!” ~

    The family of three died in 15 minutes from smoke inhalation. The house collapsed before the fire department could put everything out. Only three bodies were found, Austin however walked back to his home which was far away from Alex’s. On the walk back to his house Austin kept getting small doses of adrenaline every time he thought about what he had done. He felt no sympathy, no remorse, the only thing he felt was a rush. He compared it like taking out the trash, forever leaving something insignificant in the past and forgotten. ~

Author's Note

Part of chapter one, Id just like an honest opinion. If you finished I hope you truly enjoyed what you read.