Killer's Son

Short Story Filler

This is the last filler for a while, the next few chapters will be focused on mostly Jerry's mental state and so on. Don't worry, the story is not ending, not for a long time. I thought of a few endings...but not any that will be concrete.

So, here is a filler from when Jerry turns 5 and is also the start of when Jeff uses him in his crimes. So in a sense, the start of a downfall for the toddler.

Please enjoy.

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Jerry was sitting watching television in the living room. He had seen loads of news about people going missing and then not returning. The toddler often wondered what had been happening to those people but in a sense, he was more interested to see what his father brought him this time.

Whenever his father came back, although he'd be covered in red. He had a ball or a new toy to give to him, so he was like a every day Santa clause. Only he was not as scary as one. Just as he'd grown used to, the door opened and in walked his father all covered in red...but he had no toys to give him.

"Pa? Where are the toys?"

Jerry asked innocently as he peered behind Jeff's back and was very upset that there were no gifts for him. Jeff knelt down to the child and looked him in the eyes.

"Look, kiddo. You are now 5 years old. Dad can't always get you the things you want, he has little money. Would you like to help daddy get more gifts?"

The child felt his eyes light up as he nodded eagerly. Jeff smiled and lifted him up and onto his shoulders, Jerry squealed in happiness at the carry-code.

They walked a couple of minutes to a nearby forest and then , Jeff stopped. He sat the child on a tree stump and told him that he had to leave him alone for a while. Jerry did not understand what his father was talking about. Why did he have to be left by himself?

"Daddy promises, he won't be long. All you have to do is sit and cry. Can you do your best crying voice?"

The things that were being asked of him, he did not make any sense of them. But if it made his father proud, he'd do his best. Jerry pinched his arm hard and started to wail at the pain. Jeff took this as a cue to run away very very fast and hide behind some trees.

Jerry cried and cried at the pain in his arm. why did his father want him to hurt himself?

Not a few moments later, did Jerry hear the sound of peoples footsteps running towards him. A man and a woman crouched to him and asked him all sorts of questions. He got even more scared by the sudden faces that peered at him and cried harder than he already was.

"Dear, we have to take him to care, his parents are no where-"

The woman was silenced by a knife toss to her throat and blood spewed over Jerry, who now froze in terror while pissing hmself. Jeff walked to the man and grabbed his head in his hands.

"How rude, his father has been here the whole time. You trying to take my kid from me?!"

The man began to plead for his life and swore not to say a word to anyone, but Jeff knew better than this and swiftly cracked his neck. The body dropped to the floor in front of Jerry and he vomited on the forest floor. Jeff began to search through the corpse but the only things on her was the pearls that she wore and her clothes and couple of wads of cash. Jerry just sat there staring at the red on his hands and the red that seeped out of the mans neck.

"No toys in her bag...they must not be parents...fuck."

Jeff muttered to himself as he got up from the body and looked to the boy who was pissing himself. He sighed as he wiped some blood off of his knife and put it away. He had to show the kid that he was not in danger, if not his plan of moulding him into a killer would he screwed.

"Kiddo, it's okay. I'm not mad...you see those people...they were bad, naughty. They wanted to take you from daddy, you don't want that do you?"

Jerry shook his head and immediately clung to Jeff's leg in terror. His small body was shaking and he repeated.

"Don't like the red..not the red.."

He said with wide eyes as he trembled. Jeff rubbed the back of his neck and laughed a little while he picked the child up.

"If you do as daddy says and you cry on time. He promises. You won't have to see the red ever again. Can you do that for daddy?"

The killer asked in a child like manner and Jerry nodded.

"That's my boy."

The duo walked back to the van but all the while ...Jerry just kept getting visions of that red splatter in his mind. Every time he shut his eyes , he saw that man with hollow eyes staring at him and it made him feel something..strange but for that moment, he just let it pass.

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Last filler for a long time.
That is just the first event in a list of things that Jerry had had to endure throughout his child hood and it doesn't get better from there.

Chapter will be up soon.

Night all.