Killer's Son

The Hunt

When Jerry had gotten home, he'd noticed that his father left a note labelled to the mini fridge in their van.

'Yo, by readin' this you can tell that I ain't in. Gone to scour vacant houses for us to hole up in. Will talk when I get back, also since you chose the hardest victim ever. You're helping me out. Practise on the dummy I set up. - Jeff ."

Jerry looked to the rather large dummy that sat on the floor. Obviously, he wasn't to kill her...just...stun her. His last attempt at that, ended with them having to relocate. Now that was something he'd wished to avoid at all costs.

"What other parts....I could attack her legs...but then, if I screwed up. I could get my face stomped in. No..no plan b. I could go for her neck...yea..but the old crying routine would not work...and by what Sara said to me...this woman isn't the kindest of souls...mhh..how would dad go about this? Knowing him, he'd charge and not think about consequences."

Groaning, the child walked to his room in the van and flopped onto his bed. Thinking tactically was hard. Easy if it was a kid his age, not a grown woman. Just what ties did she have to Sara and why would she be so mean to her. The thought of Sara crying made him feel strangely angry. Like it shouldn't be anyone but him to make her feel any emotion.

"Think I'm hitting puberty...next thing I'll end up getting a new voice."

Jerry muttered to himself as he went back to thinking of ways to attack the dummy on the living room floor. He'd show his dad that he was a wolf just like him and not some scared little lamb.

"I'll get better and I'll prove myself to him..I won't cower before him anymore."

Jerry swore to himself as he closed his eyes.

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With Jeff
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To say he was annoyed was an understatement, he was pissed royally. It could've been any target, any victim. But no it was a damn secretary of an industrial building. Even a
prosititution ring would have been easier to pull off. Jeff had to think. How could he make this seem an accident.

"Let's see...single..parent...no man, high salary...one child..a girl..hmmm I could use the kid as a means to get close to the woman. Yea....Jerry could befriend her. Then gain access into her home...find a way to subdue her and then, I'll clean the mess up. Or..I could put some bandages on my face and meet them both to judge her for myself...see if this kill is fees able."

Sighing, the killer stopped his thoughts and looked up with a slight concern. Today was the kids first school day. As his guardian, he did slightly worry on how the day would go.

"I may not show it at times, but I'm just as nervous as he is when it comes to certain things. This parenting gig for one, I haven't had anyone but myself for over 6 years."

Jeff pondered over that choice a lot. What made him want to take that kid from the house those years back. He'd been very drunk at the time..but also, a part of him felt the feeling that he'd often felt while Liu was still living. He didn't really know why ..there was something about those large blue eyes that oddly captivated him.

"Kinda too late now, the kids gonna be 15 soon, his voice will change and all that embarrassing crap. Makes me glad that I'm way beyond that stage of my life. He thinks that's bad, wait till he reaches my age."

The killer laughed a little as he stopped typing on his tablet and then stood up. He'd gathered enough know how for the moment. He'd discuss his plans with the kid and then decide on more actions.

Something about the trip back home was making his stomach go. It was like a sour feeling that wouldn't stop sizzling...maybe there was a break in..maybe..maybe the kid got hurt badly.

"...I'm sure it's fine, just I'm thinking too much here."

Jeff said to himself as he shuddered a little. He did not like this feeling one little bit.

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Jerry heard the door slam shut. That meant that his father had returned from scouting information on their target , there were two options that he had right now. The first was to stay here until his father called him to speak, or just come right out and say about the issue at school that happened to him.

"If I don't...he'll no doubt be angry at me for not coming to him sooner, so I better get it over and done with."

Begrudgingly, the child trekked from his room to the vans sitting area and kept his head low. Jeff walked in and sat a cola can down on the table. He noticed the lack of eye contact and cleared his throat.

"What, got acne or something, it's only -"

He trailed off after seeing the busted lip and slightly swollen eye. Something was seething inside of his body..an emotion he'd known well but it felt very vivid right now. Jeff held his sons face in his hands like he was going to kill someone.

"Who done this to you."

He said with the eyes of a maniac. Why he'd been so angry, he didn't know but he did know one thing. He was about to add some more names to his kill list.

Jerry looked up with embarrassment.

"I'm...I'm sorry dad...I..I couldn't be a wolf like you.

His tears dripped down his face in front of his father for the first time in a long while. Jeff let him go and forced him to stand up.

"What are their names"

He restated.

"John....and...Mich..."

Jerry said lowly as he looked the opposite way, he knew what was going to happen and he did feel slightly bad.

"Get your coat on, I'm going to teach you how to be a wolf, the right way."

Jeff said with little to no emotions in his voice. No one...hurt his child...and lived to laugh about it...he'd had it up to here with unruly little brats. He'd not have his kid suffer a fate he'd had.

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End
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Well another ended.