Product Of A Murderer

Chapter Two- Sever The Feeling

I’m currently in Alan’s room, sitting on his bed while he’s seated before me a smile plastered on his stupid ginger face. Why does he keep doing that thing with his face? What is he so happy about? I get up to leave but he grabs my wrist with such a weak grip that I can’t help but smile to myself; he’s going to be too easy to take.

“Wait don’t leave yet, we haven’t gotten to know each other yet!” he says desperately and I cant help but get that feeling in my stomach again, him touching me only making it worse. I sit back down staring intently at his small hand around my wrist until he finally lets go muttering a sorry before continuing to stare at me. Oh, I guess I’ll be the one speaking first. What should I tell him? Well I’m a teenage serial killer who moved here for the sole purpose of abducting and murdering more people; since you’ve invited me into your home I’m thinking that you’ll be my next victim… is that okay with you? Okay maybe not that but the basic information wouldn’t hurt.

“Well I’m Austin, moved here from Nevada… ummm I’m 17 and I have a bunch of tattoos as you can see and I guess that’s it so… its your turn.”

“I’m Alan, well you already know that, I’m 16 I go to Melrose High and I like to play guitar; oh I also have no friends and everyone at my school hates me and that’s pretty much it.” He says with a smile. I stare at him confused, maybe there is something wrong with his brain too because last time I checked having no friends and having everyone hate you isn’t a good thing. I guess he caught my confusion so he began to explain that he likes being alone because it gives him more time to think and observe how people really are. I don’t know why but I found myself taking a liking to this boy; maybe were not so different after all. Were both a little fucked up; well I’m extremely fucked up but that’s not the point. I begin talking more with the boy and actually laugh and feel happy for once; the voices finally quieting down in my brain. We talked about things that we’ve never experienced and I told him that I’ve never really listened to any music besides the music that my father plays and that’s mostly creepy classical music; it gets him in the mood to slice into flesh. He gives me a look of disapproval and I find myself fearing that this boy lost interest in me but he plugs in his IPod in his stereo and starts playing something that I have never heard before.

“This band is called slipknot and I like them a lot. I want to be in a band when I get out of this shit hole but since I have terrible luck with people I would have a better luck starting a band with my cat.” He says with a chuckle I can’t help but laugh as well. I want to help him so I tell him that I’ll learn how to do that thing with my voice so we can be in a band together and that gets him to smile even brighter making me smile as well until my father walks in reminding me that this isn’t okay; I’m a murderer, I can never make friends or have any future besides the one that my father has made for me. I get up muttering a good bye and sprinting out of there before I try and get close again. While I’m outside I hear some one call out my name and I turn abruptly to see him calling me from his window.

“Hey Austin, maybe we can hang sometime? Mi casa es tu casa; your welcome anytime bro.” he yells and I nod before turning and running into my house.

“So what do you think about the neighbors? Should we ‘get closer to them’?” my father asks, chills running down my spine.

“I don’t know, maybe the woman she seems more than willing. I have my sights set on the boy so don’t get in my way.” I snap at my father, a smile so sinister that it makes me want to run and hide.

“Austin, I’m so proud of you! Finally taking initiative.” He sings making me want to tie him up on that table and cut him open. I walk to my room and begin to unpack looking for the only thing that can calm me down. I reach into one of the boxes until I find my mothers’ music box; The only thing that she left me before she died, I open it and that familiar tune begins playing instantly putting me at ease. I don’t remember her that well, I occasionally get fragments of memories of when she would take me to the beach while my father was at work. We had so much fun playing in the sand and swimming; I can still remember the stories that she would tell me of the oceans and all the mythical creatures that I would hope to get to see when I grew. A single tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away quickly. I looked at my tattooed arm and smile, the waves imprinted into my skin and all off the water life made me smile, she always loved the ocean. My father knocking on my door interrupts my thoughts; I quickly hide the box and open the door only to have him throw clothes and some papers at me.

“My darling Austin, you will be attending school tomorrow so you better rest up. By the way you should read those papers because you have a new identity.” He smirks before closing the door in my face.

Great, it has begun.