Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

David Black

It's done, everything is complete and now I am just waiting for the arrival of my guest. I know she will love it here. I mean who wouldn't? I have greatest view, the greatest friends, and I provide the greatest company anyone could ask for. I'm pretty much just all around perfect.

I need to wait a little longer to let the smell of rotting flesh leave headquarters basement, once that smell leaves, I will no longer be alone. I will have someone to share thoughts with, someone to talk to. Being lonely is probably one of my weaknesses; I'm terrified of it. Loneliness is a silent killer; it will take over making you turn into a completely different person. It will weave its way into your life and mess it all up. I can't kill loneliness, it's not possible. But I can make it leave me alone. "You can't have me loneliness, I have someone waiting for me. Move on to your next victim and leave me the hell alone!" I shout into the darkness. It doesn't respond, but I know it heard me. It's terrified of me, that's why it didn't answer.

Many people accuse me of being crazy, sick, and insane. I'm none of those, I'm just special. It takes a special person to think the way I do. I'm really a genius, many people don't realize that. They try to create this façade, that I'm an insane guy who has no compassion for human beings and just goes around killing people. While the latter may be true, I do have minuscule compassion towards humans. While some of them mean absolutely nothing to me, some show greater importance. Why else would I go to such extents just to prepare for one single guest? I've been told that I'm a sick twisted shit who serves no purpose on this Earth, but is that true? If you think about it does anybody really serve any purpose on Earth? This Earth has survived for many years without any waste of space walking on it, contaminating it with his/her filth. This Earth doesn't need any of us so really no one has a purpose to live among it. We cannot provide it anything it cannot provide for itself.

People also fail to realize that I do have a purpose unlike many others. I cleanse this Earth and make it nice and clean, decontaminating it of the people who do nothing. So even though none of us really serve a purpose, I rise above all. The Earth depends on me, I do what it tells me and I get the job done.

People are just jealous of me; it's as simple as that. I possess characteristics that they don't and they envy me for it. Ergo, they try to take me down by using pathetic little insults they think will make me crumble. I haven't though because I am strong. I am the champion of the survival of the fittest. I am the cream of the crop. I am David Black.

Enough with the confidence boost, I tell myself. I need to focus on my task, on the whole reason I escaped prison, the thing that has kept me from offing myself in that wretched place. I need to find my daughter. My special guest is Sophia and I know she is as thrilled as I am to be joining me at headquarters.

As I sit in front of my computer, I picture the moment we meet. She will run into my arms and hug me and tell me how much she loves me and how much she couldn't wait to meet me. She will tell me how special I am, how I am her hero for taking out all the people who pollute this Earth. She will tell me she can't fathom the thought of living without me. I can't wait to hug my little princess. I can't wait to feel how soft her hair is, how soft her skin is. I can't wait to have conversations with her about life and about random things that only make sense to us. I can't wait to have little inside jokes with her. I can't wait to have someone who will never leave me no matter what life throws at us. Sophia will be my rock, as I will be hers.

I have been getting sidetracked lately with all the exciting thoughts invading my head. I need to stay on task, focus on actually getting my daughter her first. Then the fun begins.

I pull up the file on my computer and see that Sophia's tracker has been ejected. How? How is this possible? I bet it's that kid she was sleeping around with, I bet he did it. He wants her to himself. I'm going to kill him; I'm going to kill that son of a bitch. He can't have my Sophia, he can't have her. She's mine, all mine!

I'm going to kill him, he's dead. I rush to my tools and pick up Spike, my new best friend.

"Spike, we are out for blood. We are going to find this sick son of a bitch and we are going to brutally murder him, making him beg for mercy." Spike nods his head in agreement and I know now that the bond we share is stronger.

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I search the streets high and low, I know he is around somewhere. When I found him, he is going to wish he never met Sophia. I am going to bash that stupid skull of his in making him bleed. I will dismantle his body and make him watch every second. He will be begging for relief and I won't give it to him. I will make him die a very slow and painful death.

As I continue my search for the little shit, my eyes fall on a silhouette that I recognize. That honey blonde hair and small waist only belongs to one person: my Sophia. I found her, I actually found her. All the thoughts of killing the boy vanish and all that I can think about is Sophia. This could not have worked out any better. I guess all things in life don't have to be planned, sometimes you just have to let the cards fall where they fall.

Sophia is standing near a phone booth and I can see that she has been crying. Has she been searching for me? Is she crying because she can't find me? I pull into the parking lot and leave the engine to the old mans truck running, this won't take long. I know she just wants to go home. She probably can't wait to get to headquarters and meet all my wonderful friends. Loneliness can shove it, I found my daughter and I'm never leaving her.

I amble over towards my beautiful daughter, walking as slowly as possible. It seems if I step too hard the ground will shake and break the fragile thing that is my Sophia. When she sees me walking towards her she immediately becomes on edge and I know that I startled her.

I put my hand out as if trying to calm a dog and let out the words, "It's okay." I know it didn't work though, her eyes grow wide with fear.

"Who the hell are you?" As soon as the question rolls of her tongue I am offended, of course she knows who I am.

"You look just like your mother." My eyes search her body and I can tell it made her uncomfortable. She is like a timid little turtle; she crawls back up into her shell for protection and shields herself from me.

"How do you know my mother?" She is on the verge of running and I can't let her run. I put out my hand again trying to calm her.

"We have a lot of history." I respond vaguely not wanting to spook her out in any way shape or form. She is a delicate piece of china that I don't want to break. Maybe she doesn't recognize me, they say prison changes a person.

"Can you just leave me alone?" Her words become a little more harsh and I am further offended.

"Why would you want me to do that?" This is going to take a little more convincing to make her realize who I really am.

"I have no idea who you are, why else?" She spits, her words coming out like fire.

"You don't know who I am?" I am hurt, she really doesn't know?

"No clue so if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my sulking." She moves her hands as if telling me to scurry along.

"Sophia, it's me, Dad."