Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter Twenty-Eight

David Black

The look of fear that rushes across my daughters sends a burst of sheer happiness through me. I can feel the confusion that plays inside of her head towards the remark of, "Welcome to my maze Sophia. You are trapped and will never get out." Her pathetic look tells me all I need to know; I posses all the power and she fears me. The fear will be enough to make her do whatever and I know that now. I will push her harder and make her do things that will turn her into the person I want her to be. She won't even remember who she was when I'm done with her.

She turns and tries to run again but she can't escape me again. I'm too quick for her and grasp her by the hair, pulling her into my clutches while her screams echo through the trees. She tries to struggle and I stifle a laugh, like she's going to get away this time. She claws at my arms and blood starts to trickle from the tiny wounds that she is creating, but it doesn't bother me. I've been through more pain than tiny little girl scratches.

I pull her closer to me and it's enough to make her pass out. I drag her body and it glides on the ground like many of the other bodies I have drug, trying to get rid of the bodies of those disgusting imbeciles that call themselves humans.

I throw her down on her bed, the place where she will spend eternity. My precious Sophia will rot in that little bed until she learns the proper ways of life. She will stay there so long that the bed may swallow her up, consuming her and taking her in as itself. I leave a piece of rotten, swiss, cheese on a tray along with a moldy carrot and some of my favorite rust water. She should be thankful I gave her such a delicious meal. There's nothing like the mold on a piece of cheese, it's the best tasting thing ever. The little flakes of blue swirled with the yellow, it goes down rough but makes itself a home in my stomach.

I make sure to carefully lock up everything behind me; I know that little brat will try to escape again. I thought she was understanding. I thought she was starting to adapt to my ways and starting to become like me: bloody thirsty. The adrenaline rush that courses through your veins when you watch the blood of your victim trickle from a wound is so exhilarating. I see no bad reason for killing people and hopefully, with some harsher and crueler lessons, Sophia will feel the same way.

I venture through the trees in the old mans pick-up truck and watch as they sway in the wind. My good old friends seem to be happy on this lovely day. They smile and wave to me as I look to them and I wave back. It is so nice to have friends who care about you. I know they will always love me and I return that feeling to them. We are friends forever.

I see a million cop cars along my journey and see flashing red lights come into view as this tiny miniscule car tries to pull me over. I observe a man, around thirty-four years old, seems to be single, seems to be a loser. I thought I would spare him but he just seems like a waste. We don't need him polluting our air with his vile, carbon dioxide, filled air. The perfect target.

"License and registration." The target tries to act professional and all rough and tough. I scoff. He's dead to me.

"How about two hits. One hit Mike hits your neck, another hit your head falls to the ground." The waste of space didn't have time to reply before I made one swift movement across the targets jugular. I was right, boom boom. His head hit the ground and a beautiful display of red drifted through the air and landed on the old man's truck. Beautiful. His head looked so nice, nestled in the crooks on the ground. The blood flowed over tiny rocks and created tiny images of art. My own creation I liked to think of it in a way.

I speed off and throw up some rocks with my tires as a last kick in the face to the waste of space. They fly through the air and pelt him, hitting him fast and hard and I hope he could still feel the pain. Stupid idiot. Driving down the road, I recall the mission I have in place. I know I can find her. I know she is near. I have heard through some sources that she is somewhere near here. She will feel the pain I felt. She will wish she would've went further. She will wish she was dead after I'm done with her.

The miles pass by quickly. To me, time is just a thing. Time is something everyone worries about and never seem to have enough of. I simply don't worry about it and then I'm carefree. I think that's why I'm such an amazing person. I have no worries and that reflects. I am cool and collected and that's one of the many reasons people love me.

I reach the destination in a few minutes, hours, days, weeks who cares? Oh yeah that's right, not me. I could give a shit less. I got to Barey's Tavern and that's all that matters to me. I stick my good old friend Kelly in my pocket just in case some people are averse to my plan. I'll force them to be okay with it, against their will. I don't give a shit about anyone. I walk in to the small, musty, deserted stink hole and eye up the person I have been seeking. I see the meek, useless, weak person I have been searching for. The familiar wavy honey blonde hair, pulled into the same ponytail brings back many memories. I can smell her from across the room. The same smell that still haunts me to this day. I amble over towards the meek figure who is seated near a corner all by her lonesome self. I sneak up behind her and grabs her hips pushing myself up against her.

In a husky voice I whisper in her ear, "Hello my dear Annabelle."

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