Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

David Black

After dumping the waste of space's body into the Shanita River, I feel much better. The air around me seems to become less dense and I relish in the joy I experienced taking that girls life from her. I know what is on the agenda for the rest of the day, well night rather. Sometimes I mix it up. Night turns to day, day turns to night and time just seems to blend together, and before you know it, life is over. Day to night, night to day, does it really even matter?

I will soon get to see the face of my beautiful daughter, she has to be about twenty now. I bet she is sitting at home right now thinking of me. When will daddy be home? She asks herself. When will he come and save me from this awful life I'm living?

I decide it's best to wash off and grab some grub before I make an appearance. You know what they say, first impressions are everything. I want to be the father my daughter always hoped and dreamed for.

I climb back into the old man's truck and take off down the road back to my headquarters. Once arriving, I take good old Mike and return him to his proper spot on the wall, Mike's home. Every one of my friends has their own home; I mean everyone needs their personal space, right?

I turn the rusty handle of the shower and out comes old, metallic smelling water. Oh yes, home sweet home. Many people think dirty water is just as it sounds, dirty, but to me, it's just unique. You see, not many people use dirty water so it gives you a distinct smell that no one else will possess. In this world, I try to stand out as much as possible; I am superior to everyone else. They are just little ants to me, that just so happen to share the same Earth and air as I do, but I don't look at them as equals. I am the best of the best, right up there with God.

Stepping into the water, I let it trickle down my body and I feel home. The showers at the federal penatentary are a complete joke. I step out of the yellow, mold-covered tub and dry off with a towel. My tub is another one of my best friends; we have the best conversations.

I need something to replenish my body before I begin the next part of my killing season. Killing a person takes a lot of energy out of you, energy is what we depend on, what we need to function, think, and even breath. There are many ways to conserve energy but who gives a shit about that, energy is renewable right? Use what you have and you will get more, it's truly as simple as that.

I really don't have any food at the headquarters, I like to keep it pretty bare in case I need to up and leave, but no one is going to find this place. If they do, I'll take care of them the best way I know how to, I'll suck the life out of their body making them a cold, lifeless corpse. I decide on a quick drive –thru , something that will be enough to get me through my next task.

I pull up into the McDonalds drive-thru and order a large number one with a diet coke. I inhale the food as I sit in the old mans truck. Thinking back now, I should have killed that old man; he kind of made me mad, just the site of someone can irritate me to the point of no return. That's probably why I have killed so many people, but you know what, I enjoy it so who is it harming? If I'm happy that's all that matters.

I am so excited to arrive at my daughter's house and to finally see the face that has been getting me through the tough times in my life. I know she will be a daddy's girl, I mean I'm a pretty great guy and I'm kind of a celebrity these days.

I pull into the familiar gravel parking lot that leads to my daughter's house. Just a few steps up just a few stairs and I will be in the presence of my queen. I came to the house the other night to leave her a note, I'm sure she loved it. From the day I got out of prison, I have been following her, lurking in the shadows. I know all her special mannerisms and how she goes about her normal day. I know her favorite food, favorite color, and favorite everything. Her favorite color is red, so I left her the note 'I'll be back for you' on the counter in red, just for my beautiful princess.

She had to know the note was from me, she probably can't wait to see me and give me the sufficient amount of hugs and kisses I have been waiting for.

I climb out of the man's truck and walk the thirty-one steps to the door. I use the key that I had made and open the door, walking the fifty-four steps to the stairs. I climb the twenty-four stairs, turn right and walk the ten steps to my princess's room. I ease the door open and I know she is probably just sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting to give daddy a huge hug. I peer inside and the image I see is not the one I have anticipated for the past eleven years. I see my beautiful daughter snuggled up against a guy. I want to strangle the guy, kill him right then and there. She never asked my permission if she could date someone. She should have asked, she should have asked! I am so angry with her, how could she? I am the one she has been waiting for, not this random stranger.

I need to do what I came here to do before I wake her up, this is obviously not a good time to meet, I'll just wait. I take the tracker from my pocket, using the special needle to inject it into the back of her neck. I let my fingers linger on her warm skin. My daughter is everything I imagined her to be, if not more.

Before leaving, I decide to leave my daughter a message; I know she is waiting for another one. I scribble what I want in the same place as last time and walk the same amount of steps out of her house. Just as I suspected, her mother was gone, hopefully dead but that's probably asking too much, isn't it.

I pull out of her driveway and think to myself 'until next time my dear'.