Killer's Son

Red Splashes

Ever since I'd been small. I never once recalled having what's called a 'happy' memory or a memory that I look back and I feel myself smiling for. I only feel confusement and I feel the drench of shame hitting me.

My name is Jeromey...but I just get called 'Jerry'

Growing up, was very harsh for me..my father, he never showed an extended amount of love and affection. Not in the kind of fashion that most parents would show their kids. Nah, he never beat me or stopped feeding me. But...he didn't, cuddle or give praise , that sort of thing.

I used to often wonder to myself. Why? Had I done something to him? Had I made him feel dissapointed in me for not being as strong as he'd like me to be? I'd go over it so much that I'd end up crying myself to sleep. This more often than not, landed me into issues with him.

"What're y'crying for, a man doesn't cry. Are you a man or a little sissy girl, maybe I should, call you 'Jenny' not Jerry."

Was a thing I heard quite a lot. I tried my hardest to be strong. But I never seen him be happy once at any of the tasks I helped with.

"C'mon, you gotta hit harder"

"You think they'll really believe you're crying with that lack of attitude"

"If you ain't gonna help then don't bother volunteering to come hunt"

I was a dissapointment to him.

I never knew my mother. Father said that she wasn't needed and that a man can be strong on his own..

One thing had always made me think hard and that was...I never looked anything like him. Well, I do sort of now..but before, I'd had messy brown hair and now, it's rather dark after my father dyed it.

But anyway, think that's it for me introducing myself. My father will return soon and..well all the things I said won't matter much...but..thank you for listening...I'm sorry for this.

* THWHACK*

Please...don't hold it against me....

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Jerry stared at the body that now lay unmoving before his eyes. 4 years...4 years he'd spent now doing this. Luring people out to their death...

"It's..it's tiring..."

The 14 year old sighed as he watched the old shack door open and in stepped his father. Jerry lowered his gaze to his feet and dropped the brick that he'd held. The older male looked over the body and then with not warning, smacked the boys face.

"For fucks sake...I asked you. Do your part, knock her out...not give her a damn face lift. Just now , how the hell am I supposed to make it like she accidentally died. You stupid little shit!"

Came the loving words of his father whom , growled at the younger boy. Jerry couldn't say anything..it'd result in more shouting. He really hated when his father yelled at him. Staring at the child, the other male then gave out a breath.

"Look kiddo...one day, I ain't gonna be here..how can you take my place if you make shoddy work like that huh? You can't and then my legacy will die. People will forget that beauty isn't everything. Just...get to the van, we're leaving soon as I sort your mess."

Jerry said nothing and walked pass his father. He gave one last look back to the white hoodied male and then shut the door.

Upon seeing his kid vanish, the male looked down at the female and tried to make her face presentable. But it wasn't any use. Was a damn brick necessary? Could've broke her neck with it or anything, but no, he smashed her face in.

"The one damn part that I use in my crimes...and he messed it up...stupid little tard... Now I can't give her my view on beauty...like my face..."

The male glanced into the reflection of his blade and stared at the wide smile.

"After all...it's my job, not his...to make people go to sleep..."

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Jeff had finished sorting his victim and then picked up the brick that Jerry used. This would be removed and disposed of.

But...just how could he make his son release that killer instinct...well not son, he stole the kid out a snobby home. He reminded him of Liu and plus...he was not getting younger, he needed someone that would be easy to mold. Who better than a child with no knowledge and years to learn. Jeff didn't like kids in particularly...but he grew attached. Now...however...he was losing patience. The kid needed a push, and he would learn the harsh way.

"I've clothed his sorry ass, I've fed him..so he needs to live up to his keep. From now on, no help...no food or clothes...or better yet, I can pretend to leave him...make him fend for himself...that will show him ..hehhe hahahah"

Jeff laughed like a maniac , it was loud enough for Jerry to hear and start feeling very scared..

Because...

In the end, his father was a killer....

And he had to live with him.

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Well new story
I was inspired by a manwha called Bastard.
So wanted to write