Summer of '04(Under Construction)

Chapter 7 - Where am I?

How did I not know my own creation would kill me in the end, how did I not know? I do one thing to get back at the kid, and now he's so developed in killing me that he might even torture me.

The kids a dumbass, he doesn't even have the knowledge I do, I've been murdering since 30, and hunting since 25. Murdering is my game, vengeance is his, but this kid just doesn't know how to do it.

Yknow the kid was paranoid on the 10th anniversary but not the 20th? He's more unpredictable than I expected, and if he keeps this up, I don't know what I'll do or how I'll do it. All I know is that I'll have to survive up here in his attic, stupid cameras are everywhere, and while he's off doing dumb things, I might aswell deactivate some of his.

I hear the door open, with Davey coming back unannounced. I was making a break for the attic, when I heard the fated sound of myself being caught.

Ding!

"Shit!" Now I really have to run. The maniac is yelling at me, what do I do?
I make a wrong step and suddenly,

Creeeeak!

Oh shit! What is he doing? Is that an axe? Where the fuck did the kid get an axe from? I know it's something you need in Oregon but dear god, I need to get my ass out of here.

I run through the house, booking it for the door, before I hear the kid yelling my name.

Oh god, what did I get myself int- yknow what, complaining is one thing I won't do. Let's get the fuck out of here before he either kills me, or tries to do so.

I run for the door, hit it and escape. All I hear is the sad voice of Davey, being sad I escaped. That's all behind me. I'm getting the fuck out of here and getting revenge later, nothing matters but escaping.

I arrive at the exit of the building, get out and sigh. I thought I was fine, but a guy landing almost on top of me was least expected. I couldn't move, I couldn't say anything, so all I could do was listen. Like a deer in headlights.

"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." Before I could say anything, I was hit upside the head with the blunt side of an axe.

In the moments I was falling to the floor, I expected a cold hard metal grate to meet my face, like what had once met me 50 years ago. Yet after this, I was caught, my body held up safely by my mortal enemy. What once was childhood trauma, turned murder, was now all gone. My father had taught me how to hunt, and at the age of 28, I learned how easy it was to "accidentally" kill someone 2 years after.

Childhood trauma was one thing, being pressed against an acid ridden grate, being held in my room centuries ago against my will, getting my arm slit open, these were all things that led me here. Yet now that I'm here, what good did it all do. I'm 60, hunting after a grudge I never got over, are you kidding me?

I am woken suddenly, in a room I don't remember, a place I haven't seen in years, some traumatic- no, wait. Where am I?

"WHERE THE HELL AM I? DAVEY WHERE THE FUCK AM I?"

A grudge turned murderous, wow... Here I am thinking my childhood was bad, but now I look and I... Feel kind of bad? Bad for what though? I got what I wanted, someone just like me, yet now that this person is just like me, I don't know how to feel. This poor kid, he was so young, so innocent. What could he do about it? I mean really, this kid witnessed some stuff before I even could. That might even explain the breaking point, he comes home one day paranoid, and the next with a mindset melted in.

I know he didn't deserve this life, to see that poor kid go from unbruised mailman, to traumatized, dead eyed, office worker, to a murderer with intent. I haven't even considered what that one kids death did to him. What was that kids name anyways? Something like Woodpecker, I'm not sure. He didn't deserve it, considering his mom needed him, and he needed her. Her life was so precious, she didn't deserve such tragedy. And those two other kids, they dont give a shit about him. Except for that one kid, what's his name, prison kid? I can't remember, I only really tried to remember this kids name. That prison kid really was something. He had enough of his mom and dad, it's just too bad he got caught. His mom was a brat, but his dad is worse, getting in prison aswell, doing alot of illegal shit. The only reason I'd know if his mom was a brat is because I went to highschool with her. She was a highschool dropout, after finding that guy she was never going to school again. Then after a bit the two got married, regretted it, thought a kid would fix it, it didn't, tried again and it just got worse. I can't even imagine the betrayal his mother must have felt the day she died, considering she made him to bring peace. The last thing she wanted was him to be the cause of such a thing. We can't forget the smart-ass ginger, with how much his life improved I'm even mad at him.

Wait. Why am I sympathizing for a bunch of nobodies when I could be dead in a good 12 minutes?