How is it that nobody will help me. Why do I have to relive what I did in the past? Why do I have to see things better than other people? I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm right. I'm at my last straw here, I don't have much mind left to use.
DING! "Oh shit."
I KNOW THAT FUCKING VOICE ANYWHERE. "MAAAAAACKEYYY! COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU AREEEE!!! IM NOT GOING INSANE FOR NOTHINGGGG!"
Oh I'm about to go full Shining on this jackass. I grab my axe from downstairs, as I begin to take an axe to my downstairs basement walls, looking for any sign of life behind them. Why are our walls so damn hard to break through?
Creak.
Oh I know that creaking anywhere. "MACKEYYYYYY YOU KNOW I CAN HEEEEEEEEAR YOUUUU!" WHY ARE THESE STAIRS SO DAMN HARD TO CLIMB.
The sounds of footsteps go through the halls of my house, progressing further down the rooms of my home.
"KNOCK KNOCK MACKEY. I CAN HEAR YOU YOU BASTARD." I throw my axe up into my ceiling, take it back and head for my attic entrance. God I can't wait to murder this jackass.
I hear footsteps continue before hearing a loud bang and the frantic unlocking of my door.
"Mackey, Mackey, Mackey, how are you so gullible. I mean come on man." My burner phone dings as I check and see that police uniform being worn by a man who doesn't look any different from his 40's. The uniform has blood on alot of different places, and fits him less nowadays.
He desperately runs to the end of the hall while I b-line it for the door. Only for me to pop my head out, looking deranged and horrifying, to see no Mackey. "Goddamnit Mackey. I thought I had you, but I guess not. Disappointing, but I'll have to fix my problems first." I close the door only to just jump to the emergency stairs out my window so I could meet him there.
I drop down and get there right after Mackey who seems to be horrified, but I'd understand why. I grab his shoulder to turn him around to my smiling deranged face, even if what I had done hadn't terrified him enough.
"Mackey, I've spent years looking for you, and now that you're here... well all I wanna do is kill you... but I like to make fun out of my prey. I've been imagining this moment since you kidnapped me. Now that you're all mine, I'll be having plenty of fun." I hit him aside the head with my axes blunt side. As he falls I make sure to catch him, even if I didn't give a shit about him, I still needed him to be alive?
I carry him back up the emergency stairs and bring him back to my apartment. Finally I have him in my grasp, finally I can take the vengeance I have so wished to fulfill. Not with out some fun though!
I place him in my closet, lock it up, and get to fixing my walls and house. It took me some time, but I fixed everything. Can't even notice that I took and axe to alot of it?
Hm... should I keep him until tomorrow for another manhunt? Should I do what I've always wanted, get revenge? Personally, I'd just kill him. Well that ruins all the fun doesn't it? Why don't you do the things you planned of, you spent 20 years resenting him, it would be cruel to let him off this easy? I don't want to let him off that easy, but this is the moment you've dreamed of all your life isn't it? Come onnnn you're not a monster, it's just simple "self defense" you're doing nothing wrong. This is wrong, it's not self defense! Don't lie to me! When it comes to police, It'll be true. Won't it Davey? Davey no.
How about you two shut up you indecisive flat headed fucks. Davey. Don't listen to them, torture him to your hearts content, bring him the hell he deserves. But I don't want to become Mackey!
What are you talking about?
What?
You heard what I said.
DONT BECOME MACKEY.
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Summer of '04(Under Construction)
Hayran KurguThe fictional sequel to summer of '84, twenty years later, following the cruel events of years past. I always knew he'd never come back, and eventually I had forgotten about his threats, finding them dead and empty. Even if he came back, this man w...
