An Apocalyptic Invasion

i teach a six-year-old how to kill people

Before I began to teach her, I went to one of the bedrooms and placed Bri down on to the bed.

I went through the closets and drawers, picking out different shirts and bottoms for her to wear.

I laid them all out on the bed, and gestured toward them. "Pick any clothes you like. You need some new ones."

She crawled toward them. She pointed out a navy blue shirt, and some black sweatpants.

"Do you know how to dress yourself?"

She nodded. "Okay. Put on your clothes and come out when you're ready."

I left the room and headed outside. I looked at the sky; it was bright blue, which meant that it was going to be a good day.

I didn't want to be in the room with her for two, actually three, reasons. First of all, we would have both felt uncomfortable and that would not have been a great start. Secondly, I'm not a creep. I don't go around looking at girls' bodies. I only do that with Marissa. And the last reason is that's just weird. If you do that in your free time, you need to get some help right now. That's not normal.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Bri walking towards me. She was barefoot, but I could tell she liked it that way. "Done."

"Wow. That was quick."

She shrugged. "What are you gonna teach me first?"

I picked her up, and she giggled. I had a feeling that she liked me picking her up because she found it fun and she's comfortable being with me.

I walked towards the weaponry room. I turned on the lights. "Which one do you want?"

She pointed toward the smallest knife in the whole arsenal. "That one."

I grabbed by the blade and gave it to her. It was a perfect fit.

I then grabbed one for myself. I have loads of weapons down in my underground mansion, but there was one that stood out to me.

It was a double bladed axe with a wooden handle. They curved, making a circle. I tested the blade and cut myself.

I smiled at the blood now welling from my finger. A good weapon made you bleed, even if it wasn't used for killing.

"That's a nice one," Bri said.

"Indeed, it is." I hefted it onto my right shoulder. "Right. Let me show a few tricks and tips."

We went to the throne room, where the cell door was still open. The cage was locked; of course I made sure to lock it. I'm not careless (well, sometimes).

I unlocked the cage with the same technique I used earlier. The door swung open on its rusty hinges.

I set Bri down. "Alright, first. What do you know about killing?"

She tapped her chin. "You have to be sneaky and quick and not make a noise."

I felt pride creep up on me. "That's right. But did you also know that you can kill and not leave any evidence behind?"

She widened her eyes. "No."

"Let me show you." I reached in and grabbed someone by their ankle. The light from the hallway revealed a runty boy with tangled black hair. He screamed when he saw me.

"If your victims scream," I said, "shake them as hard as you can. Or you can just simply threaten them. Watch."

Bri put her full attention me as I showed her what I did to my victims before killing them. "Shut up or I'll gut you," I growled.