Precision

chapter 7

The next day the news had a short story of the car crash stating that the kid was texting and driving and died on the scene.

I chuckled at how easy it was to mask that killing with a simple car collision. After I turned the t.v. off I checked the time.

Shit. I'll be late for work if I don't leave soon. I decided to skip lunch and go straight to work. The ride was smooth and the day went by rather quickly, though I did have to sit through my boss's mopy conference. In no time I was heading back home.

My stomach growled almost as soon as I stepped foot inside, and if I'm hungry those brats downstairs are to.

§§CASSIDY'S POV§§

I had woken up at the sound of chains rustling across the concrete floor. The man had set food down in front of us.

I wasn't going to eat, but my body defied me knowing I needed it. The rest of the day drug by as me and John caught up on what has happened over the last month and half. About halfway through the conversation I peered at the clock the was hung on the wall farthest from me.

It was only two and my stomach was practically joining the conversation for how much it rumbled. I got a few extra hours of sleep after that, and to be honest I really did need that nap. No less than five minutes after I woke up did that devil of a person come stomping down the steps. He had set more food down, which I devoured quicker than I should have.

"Woah, slow down sunshine you'll get sick." he had the audacity to speak to me, even worse calling me pet names. Without intending to I snapped at him.
"How dare you call me sunshine, you vile piece of shit!"

"Talking to me like that again and I will rip your tongue out." he had crouched down in front of me. His words shut me up and put me on edge. The way he was crouched down his back was hunched over pulling the sleeves of his shirt up. I glanced at his arms finding several cuts across the inside of it.

"What happened?" I asked before I could stop myself from pointing at his arms. "You really want to know?" he asked throwing his sleeves a little above his elbow to show even more scars.

I didn't say anything just nodded my head as best I could waiting to hear that he cut himself killing people, but the answer he gave was even more surprising.

"Simple really. I tried cutting out my demons." he said it as if it were the most obvious thing. I never would have guessed that he had cut himself at one point "alas just as my wounds have heeled so have the demons." he paused to take a breath and rolled his sleeves back down. "So after many attempts to get rid of them. I finally let them take control, and let me tell you I've never felt more alive."

"How can you live with yourself, knowing that you kill for fun?" questions were forming faster than I could speak. I had to take a deep breath and calm my mind before I accidentally said something that would set him off.

He shrugged as he thought about an answer. "You know it's not so bad really. I mean besides that little group of friends of yours I've only killed those who needed it." I gasped as he said he had killed my friends, he couldn't have known who they were, there was no way he could.

"Okay, so will you tell me why you started killing?" to me it was a simple question, but he didn't answer like I was hoping.
"That's a story for another time. Enjoy your night." and with that he went back up the stares.

§§End pov§§

As I climbed back up the stares the little girls words made me wonder. Why had I began killing.

All I could think if was the last time I saw my mother. That had exactly been the starting point of my path to murder.

£¥ flash back£¥

I sat at home watching waiting for my mother to get home. Being only fifteen she wouldn't allow me to go watch any of the R rated films, which I found funny because I watched them with friends all the time.

It was almost eleven when she came barreling through the door. She must have just met her drug dealer because her blonde hair masked her flushed cheeks like they always did when she tried hiding her addiction from me.

She had been like this for as long as I could remember, I never went to the police in an attempt to stop her in fear my last parent would be thrown in jail. So every so often I dealt with her nonsense.

"Mom I think you should go lay down. Your falling everywhere." I tried to be gentle as not to make her angry so she would agree with me, but she never has.

"Yeah, your right I should" she shocked me by saying. Jist before she stepped into her room she stopped and turned back to go out the front door.

"What are you doing mom. Go lay down." my irritation showing through because I knew exactly what she was going back out for. More money. Which meant standing on a corner screwing married men for a few bucks

"No, I need cash so I heading out." she started, losing her temper as usual "stop being a little shit I'll be back by one.maby you should take your little ass back to bed."

I was finally done with her crap. "You know what screw you mom, I've never needed you anyway. Don't expect to come back here and treat me like shit because you ruined your life and are blaming me for it!" without a warning she slapped me hard actually drawing blood.
She scowled at me before slamming the front door.

About an hour later there were four policemen at the door telling me my mother had been shot in a stupid little gang disagreement. They didn't even finish before my knees hit the floor. The last time I saw my mom and we had argued.

I spent the next six years cutting myself to get rid of the pain and jumping from  home to home. No one ever wanting to keep me longer than a few months. Finally I got my own place and job.

Every night I thought back to that one moment that changed me. The moment I wanted revenge. I had found my mothers killer about a month later.

I thought I would be content from then on but it just made me even more blood hungry to rid this town of its pest.

£¥ end flashback  £¥

A/n
Hey everyone I'm sorry the update took so long and for it to be a short chapter doesn't make it worth it. So I apologize, I just couldn't think of what to put in this chapter till now. So thanks for being patient, and to those who enjoy my stories, that's awesome and I thank you for reading. Those who dislike my stories and think they stink, your probably right. If you have anything to ask or think I should fix something just comment and please vote.
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