S.T.O.R.Y.

perfection chapter #1

His name still rings in my head, the loud pitch of his mothers screams as I ripped him from her arms. He had dark brown hair to long for a boy his age , he was in perfect , he had to be fixed .

when he become mine he was six, small enough to take easily .she still tried to take him , she is still trying and its very imperfect she has to be stoped soon .

we hate to be on the run . by the time he forgot about the woman that searched for him , he was seven , it is time to start to perfect the boy with the hair that is to long for him .

we started with life , the reality of death and pain , I told him all of his imperfections , his long hair is stupidity his weight his hands his legs , but by age eight he could not stand to by the way he was, he hated his face his hair his everything , he hate himself and the world around him .

many times he would cut his arms , carving the words "not perfect "and "death to me and you " . I told him to let them bleed then when the blood stopped and dizzyness stopped , I called his name like the woman that screamed it when he was a child ... An ignorant child , but now he is stronger and he is almost ready .

now the boy is nine , his hair is not longer long but a length that is perfect , the black jacket and sweat pants grow to small , I've made him something perfect for him .

A white jacket and black sweat pants white tennis shoes to match , a child no longer a child as he was now 11.

The boy grew up in a basement he dose not know the outside world , the boy only knows the woman and perfection, any thing but this was not right to the boy , he could not let imperfections to pass in the world and ask the woman about the rest of the world .

The woman , told him that they were all imperfect , that one day when she was ready to let go from him that he would have to stop all of the imperfections in the world and in the sole's , "the time is now , but not now and not ever " the woman tells the boy .

The boy is 14 , at this point in his life he has stopped growing , he has gone back to the all black clothing look , the words he would carve into his skin stuck there know " perfect" , that is the one he would carve the most , every day he has heard that word , everyday he sees the word , and every day the woman chants it over and over again , by age 13 she had gone insane the only word she would speak would be "perfect" over and over again.

The boy is now 16 "perfect , perfect ,perfect ,perfect " "no " the boy would say to the woman , "you are not perfect " he would yell at her , his deep voice would shut her up easily . he now has experience with the world , he carry's on the woman's sane wish "kill the imperfections"

The boy walks to an ally way , easy to pick off when they are drunk or height , imperfections, idiot , dead .
Easily with a snap to the neck one more imperfections dumped. The boy always mumbeled to himself about , perfection as he would kill the idiots that run around in hours not to age of the sane. Without struggle the boy would carry the dead back to the forest and burn the body in a pit he had dug , he named every body before he would burn it , this on " loss" he says proudly to himself and return home

"Perfect, perfect,perfect" the woman yelled to herself as the boy walked into the small basement where the woman of insanity was left , "shut up" the boy yelled , the woman did not listing she only yelled louder "perfect ,perfect,perfect" the boy had enough walk up to the woman he towered over ,even with his hunch , he place his hands on her neack and begain to slowly twist , every pop and crack made the boy smile bigger and bigger until the woman choked out he last words "I still remember his name , as his mother screamed it as I took he son , perfect ,perfect perfect , she yelled for you she searched for you , perfect "

The boy named perfect carryed the now life less woman to the pit in the woods still smoke and ash layed from earlier .
Perfect placed the woman in the pit turned and named her kindly "mother" .

Perfect set the woods and house to fire , mother would not burn .

Thank you for reading -jinx