This first chapter is dedicated to the lovely stormy2 for her help in creating my cover.
I've always wondered if I was born to kill or if my twisted childhood contributed to the body count I've piled up during my years, well let’s start from the beginning shall we.
I was born in Tucson, Arizona on June the 19th, 1990. Well both my parents (if the cops found them) were your average white trash, redneck, and beer drinking, crack smoking couple. The fist fights and cursing became the norm with the daily beatings I got from them, on my 12th birthday I received more beatings than that of a pro boxer but something inside me always pushed me to get up and take the pounding like a man, I stole my first meal for myself that night, petty crime was my future up until the age of 16 when I dropped out of high school. I started hanging around the local Walmart looking for the next victim for my daily mugging (a man has to eat) but on that day I never knew I was going to get caught with my hand in the cookie jar so to speak. It all happened so fast....
I was tailing this this blond bimbo just as she exited the shop on her way to her car , the parking lot was quiet , no one was around ( or so I thought ) , the adrenaline was coursing through my veins I had my knife ready. As she reached her car I jumped to the opportunity to strike. She may have heard my movements as I hurried over to her before I could react she turned around with her can of pepper spray ready and with the press of a finger she gave me the fires of hell that burned my eyes so that I couldn’t see jack shit, next moment all I’m hearing is some officer shouting that I should lay still and stop resisting as that hell bend spawn of Satan with high heels pressed her knee behind my head to stop me from squirming so that she and some ass with a badge can cuff me. I am severely screwed at this point!!!!!!!!. At the police station I’m in the processing center ready to be charged when my drunken ass father came storming in with my crack head mother already high as the blue sky but they both seem calm at this point. I can see the beating coming tonight when I get home if they release me on bail but since this is my first offence and the warrant officer at the desk saw my parents walking through the door he might pity me and send me home only with a warning (let’s hope for the best) . It’s legit I’m out on my first and final warning , my parents spent their last drug and booze money on my bail ( I’m so going to get fucked up tonight ). The ride home in the pickup was something I would like to call undesirable since I could smell a hard days drinking to my left and a week’s worth of crack smoking on my right, I wonder who’s going to lash out at me first when we get home. Let’s hope it’s my mother that strikes the first blow. When we got home I was surprised to see that both went in quietly and left me in the truck and with that it got me thinking maybe I’m going to die tonight if I go into that mobile home , while I was in thought I heard my father’s yell shattering my day dream . When I looked up I could see the hate in his eyes followed by the extreme rage I grew up with all these years. “Get your ass in this house you no good son of a bitch” was the words I dreaded to hear as I could see the baton he was clinching in his hand. I took a deep breath and went inside as soon as that door closed the haymakers started flying I didn’t know where to protect myself as my father swung that baton like a major league baseball player and my mother cheering him on like the psycho bitch she is , I learned from a very young age to stop squirming and crying and take the beating . My father eventually stopped when I was almost unconscious. Yup he definitely broke some ribs tonight, but tonight was the last draw, the last beating and the last time my father and mother ever try to kill me!!!!! It was my turn tonight hahahaha. I silently waited for them to pass out, standing up was a bit more difficult as my ribs felt like they were going to pierce my skin I snuck out the front door and I went to go and look for the axe, I could barely lift the axe off the ground when I heard a noise coming from the house, lucky for me it was just my dad knocking over some empty cans that was next to him. I limped back in with the axe in my hand still deciding who is first when my dad made a sudden movement I nearly shat myself and with that I made my first move that will forever change my life . I struck him in the head with the axe so hard that I couldn’t remove it, so what do I do now if my mom comes out the room and sees her severely messed up husband with an axe in the head and her son standing over him with a smirk on his face. I needed a new weapon so I picked up the same baton my dad used earlier and went to my parents room , my mom was passed out from her last bit of crack she smoked and I knew now was my chance to strike , I didn’t worry about the neighbors coming to check what’s going on since a beating took place every day, and with that I let lose my own fury and pain that I kept bottled in me all these years , she screamed for the first ten minutes but constant head shots made it very difficult for her after a while I couldn’t lift my arm anymore and the crimson mass covering my mother’s face was quite beautiful mind you that the one side of her face was a bit flattened by blunt force trauma. That was my first double homicide and damn it felt good, I went to go and wash all the blood from my hands and body and then I went to go and sleep. The next day went by quickly as I schemed what I was going to do with the bodies so I decided that the woods would be the best option , It was at 11 o’clock that night that I dragged my mom’s mutilated body from our mobile home and threw it at the back of our pickup but with my dad it was a different story as I still needed to remove the axe from his head but wouldn’t you know that it was lodged so deep in his head that there was no way in hell I could remove it so I went to my dad’s pickup and got myself a saw , it took me an hour to cut through my dad’s neck since cutting through the bone completely freaked me out ( Yes I know I’m a killer but some shit is just nasty). So I finally loaded both bodies in the pickup and covered them with a tarp , on my way to the woods I became a very religious person praying that every car driving past me wasn’t a police officer , In the woods there was a trench that I usually came to hide from my dad when he was pissed and his hands was itching to give me a beating , it was secluded and there was no way in hell that anyone could find them I threw my mom in the trench first with my dad soon to follow climbing down with the tarp and covering them . Now there is one thing left and that is to get rid of my dad’s pickup so I went to my local 24 hour pawn shop to go and sell it got 3000 bucks for it. I booked myself a bus ticket and I was away leaving everything behind. Vegas here I come!!!!!!!!!
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