🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

A Broken Man

You laid awake in your bed. Another night terror, another sleepless night. It had been six days since the attack on your camp by your.. stalker? 

Being completely honest, you didn’t even know you were being stalked, let alone by a murderer. What was his name? The Sparian Slayer? That sounded right. 

After the incident, Officer Bowe took you right back home in Westhaven. You were supposed to be back in camp, but it was immediately deemed too dangerous for you.  Not for your classmates, though. They were still back in camp, even after the murders. Meanwhile you were back at home, having night terrors. 

But it wasn’t just the graphic scene that was keeping you up, there was something else, something that was bothering you. There was something.. Something unsettling about him, and it wasn’t just the blood, and the mask with the word ‘UGLY’ on it. It was something much deeper than that.

His broken English specifically. It was one of the many things that stood out about him like a sore thumb. However it was the deeper meaning of that that intrigued you. Broken English was often the result of horrid abuse. Even further the amount of shit he had to have gone through in order to be that fucked up in the head. All to the point to which taking several human lives didn’t phase him. 

And going even further, analyzing his behavior.. The gifts.. His obsessive nature.. How far he was willing to go for you. Who was this guy really? If even Officer Bowe recognized him within a matter of seconds. That had to mean this wasn’t the first offense.. or heck even his first murder. He had to have done something to someone else, right? There was no way you were his first victim. So then that meant… there had to be a public record on him. Or something on the internet about him.

Curiosity getting a better hold on your judgment, you got up from your bed, and flinched at the bright screen of your computer. Once your eyes had adjusted, you quickly typed “sparian slayer”, heck you didn’t even need to type it out as it was already a trending topic within Westhaven. 

Sparian murders. 

It was hard to believe that people had died for this. People that you admired. People that had families.. loved ones… your crush. All of them.. gone, within a matter of seconds. Dead. And it was all for you. He had killed them because of their cruel words. Because of their jokes, they were dead. 

Five students from Westhaven Academy were murdered as one was attempted to be abducted. read the article. Although the victim got away, so did the suspect, the Sparian Slayer. As of right now, no public statements have been made on behalf of Westhaven Academy, the police department, or the victim themselves. 

You exited out of the news article, feeling uneasy about knowing that you were the said victim. Scrolling down further through the millions of results that came up from the search, you found it. A Reddit page. Of course. Everything always came from a Reddit page. 

Deciding to give it a shot, you opened the article:

So, given the recent news about the Sparian slayer, I think it’s time to show everyone the little bit of information that I have on him. My name is Taylor. I am twelve years old. When I was eight, I ran away from my house, because my parents were abusive. They would beat me constantly, and on some occasions I was even SA’d by close “family”. One night I was so tired of the constant abuse, that I tried to run away. We lived in the suburbs of Sapphire at the time, so getting to the Sparian woods was really easy. 

I was really scared because I realized I was lost, but I knew I didn’t want to go back home. I was so tired, and scared, and hungry, so I decided to just sleep on a pile of leaves. I must’ve passed out for a very long time, in a very deep sleep, because when I woke up I was in a cabin. I was in a bed. And there was a man. He had a mask covering his face, so I never saw him, but this was before the word ‘UGLY’ was written on it. 

I was really scared because of my previous experiences with men. I thought he was going to harm me, but I was surprised to find that instead of hurting me, he gave me a mug with blue tea in it. He said it was medicine, so being eight years old and not knowing any better, I drank it. 

Looking at it now, if he really wanted to harm me, he could’ve drugged the drink, but he didn’t. Because he wanted to help. It didn’t take me long to realize that I wasn’t the only child there. There were two boys, and another little girl. In hindsight it would seem a little alarming that this grown man had four children with him, unless he was the father, but he wasn’t. That much was obvious. 

But giving it a closer inspection every kid there had some story about abuse. They all had bruises, and some of them had even turned to self harm.. self harm, even though the youngest one who had done self harm was about nine years old, maybe ten. And all of them had been saved by this man.. Well “saved”. Yes technically we were now away from the danger, but it only took so long for me to find out what this man had done to their parents. 

He had killed them, and anyone else who had abused these poor kids. 

About two weeks later I found out he had killed mine too.  I didn’t know how to feel. Should I feel happy that my abusers could never lay their hands on me again, or should I be scared that this man was capable of murder? At this point we were his first case.  We were the first kids he had taken in. And we all loved him. We all saw him as a father figure, and he saw us as his kids. 

Because we were his first case, it took the cops longer to find us, but eventually they did. They found us when he was out of the house, and they took us away. We were all screaming and crying, but they still took us, and they placed us in the witness protection program. They put us in therapy, and placed us in foster care.

They tried to get us to tell them what had happened or who had taken us. But we refused to sell out the man who had given so much for us. Taylor isn’t my real name, but it’s the one that I am obligated to use for protection.  Father, if by chance you find this, we want you to know that we miss you, and we love you. We would’ve never left if they hadn’t found us. 

Abused kids. He had a soft spot for abused kids. And clearly they were treated well, since they loved him so much. Given his broken English, his soft spot for abused kids, and his obsessive nature, you could assume that he himself was abused as a child. Heck, the broken English made it very clear that he was neglected at an extremely young age, if he didn’t even learn how to talk properly. 

You closed the computer, pretty satisfied with what you had found. And you fell asleep with the image of the same man who had haunted your dreams, but now, you saw nothing other than a man who was horribly mistreated. In the morning you would have to go out and see if you could find him once more. But for now, it was time to sleep. 

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Ok so a couple things, first sorry this took a while, projects and work has been catching up with me and stuff. I'm also sorry that this chapter was pretty short, it's part of a bigger picture so first I need to pain the background before I can bring the sparian slayer into this (does anyone know his name?) This idea was mostly inspired by TITANICA1.
Secondly, if any of you are interested in True crime, does this sound kinda like the case of the Menendez Brothers? Like obvious don't idolized serial killers, but I kinda connected the dots a little. Like in both cases there people who allegedly killed for a "good" cause. Anyways just a thought, don't idolized or romanticize serial killers.. thank you💕