Kitten {Kellic} [Book 2]

Chapter 9

"I wish I had a taser, but if I had a taser I would eventually get curious about what a taser feels like and I would taze myself so that's why I don't have a taser."

-Wise words from Lexi

aLSO CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THE FIRST LINE DOWN THERE LIKE LITERALLY *APPLAUSE*

i live for the applause applause applause i live for the applause-plause live for the applause (I'm Lady Gaga trash and I blame my dad whom I swear is gay and my very rainbow best friend)

~Brother~

The first time I realized that I was a sadistic sociopath was when I was fifteen, at the time I didn't fully understand the term but, I remember it as though it was just yesterday.

I sat at the kitchen table, flipping through my U.S. History text book, soaking in every detail about America's young, yet bloody history. At the time, my mother was in the kitchen as well, watching me to make sure I didn't do anything as she cooked dinner. My younger brother Mike was out playing kickball with our friends Tony and Jaime.

I was grounded.

Like always.

After I had come out as gay, my parents would search for any reason they could to keep me in trouble.

I was, at the time, grounded for killing the neighbor's cat. As I look back now, my parents really should have realized that something was different about me. And not just my being homosexual either. A study has shown that children who kill animals for fun are usually sociopathic or as the politically correct would say, suffer from anti-social disorder or wind up becoming serial killers. Sometimes both. Jeffery Dahmer would be the perfect example as to one who suffered from the disorder and wound up becoming a serial killer. His mother even stated that he used to kill neighborhood cats and other animals. But, my idiotic parents never truly made the connection.

So, I was grounded from everything for six weeks. I couldn't do anything but sit at the kitchen table and do my schoolwork. Nothing more. Much to my amusement though, my parents actually thought that, that was punishment. Things quickly changed though as I was brought out of my reading when the backdoor swung open and my bother stormed in, fists clenched, nose bloodied and swollen, his eye quickly blackening and almost swollen shut.

My mother gasped while I simply shut my book and looked my thirteen year old brother up and down.

"Oh Michael!" Mother exclaimed, "Baby, what happened?"

"I'm fine Mama, I just got in a little fight."

"Hope the other guy looks worse," I muttered eyeing the way he was only putting pressure on his left foot. Mike said nothing, letting me know that no, the other guy didn't look as bad as him. "Who was it?" I asked as my mother got a bag of frozen peas from the freezer. While even at fifteen I felt nothing for my disgusting parents, I loved Mike, I protected him. He was the baby of the family and had never truly done anything to anger or annoy me. Even after he betrayed me years after that day in the kitchen, I still loved my brother.

"Victor, don't get involved." My mother said glaring at me before she looked away and said something to Mike in Gaelic. She and my father had always made it a habit to speak in their first languages, which was why Mike and I were trilingual.

"It's not like Vic'd be able to do anything anyways." Mike mumbled and placed the pack of peas over his eye. "Ian Colbie is like a whole foot taller than him." He said and I held back the wicked smile that threatened to break free and opted to roll my eyes instead. I was only five six and doubted I would grow more than that.

"Don't worry Mother, I won't get involved," I lied and looked back down at the history book, opening it up once more not before I looked up at Mike once again, examining his beat up face and leg. "And Mother, Mike has a broken leg. You might want to take him to the hospital or call the doctor."

A few days later when the weekend was over and I was back at school I went to look for the junior who had beat up my eighth grader brother. Ian Colbie was a sixteen year old punk who had been asking for someone to just show him pain, and I was going to be the one to do it. At the time there wasn't much I really could do, I was after all only a fifteen year old but I was able to do enough. I followed him home, made sure that he would never hurt my brother again, and showed him that there would always be someone who could hurt him more than he could hurt others.

I never touched him, never hit him. I didn't physically abuse him not like he did with Mike. Instead, I mentally abused him, and I think that is much more scarring.

Because he never hurt my brother again. And I, I realized that while I was messing with him, messing with his mind, making him question his sanity, I had fun. I had more fun making that sixteen year old imbecilic cry than I did hanging out with my friends or reading. It was almost as fun as watching a cat burn alive.

"Vic," Someone said, "Vic!"

I snapped out of the memory of Mike and Ian Colbie and looked up at Jaime.

"Did you hear me?" He asked, "Mike called."

I coughed, "Yeah I heard. What did he need?" I asked him going through the papers on my desk, I was getting closer to finding Kellin, after a week of searching and beating Gaskarth senselessly I had finally gotten him to give me his boyfriend's full name.

Jack Bassam Barakat.

The man who had been buying and selling children to perverted men on the black market and the one who stole my Kitten and my daughter from me.

He was going to die, but it wasn't just going to be some quick death, no I was going to have fun with it. I had it planned to a T. First I was going to make him watch as I tortured and killed Gaskarth in front of him, let him feel true pain in seeing the one he loves in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. That's what would hurt him the most, then after I killed Gaskarth I'd-

"He said he's coming in town to hang out, he was actually shocked that I was here," Jaime said with a laugh and I rolled my eyes.

Jaime and I joined the military together when we dropped out of high school and soon both joined different Major Intelligence Agencies, he joined the FBI and I joined the CIA, at one point Tony had worked for Homeland security but he hated it and I gave him a job as a butler, something Jaime teases him about but according to Tony, he loves it, even if I am as he says "a douche bag extraordinaire."

"Well he's going to be disappointed to find that I'm not here," I said standing up from my desk as I looked over a file about an accomplice of Barakat. "Because I found a lead."