Got Ya!

A Strange Bond (4)

I grabbed her head and hit against the tree, hard, easily knocking her out. I smirked as I saw her body fall to the ground, unconscious. 

Carrying her was quite easy for me. I gently lied her on the bed in the basement, waiting for her to wake up. I brushed some hair out of her face, actually looking at her face for the first time. She looked familiar to me, and I felt this weird kind of bond to her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she started shaking and crying when she saw me looming over her. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she whispered over and over through tears. I looked down at her confused then snapped out of my little daze, remembering that she tried escaping me. I put on a wicked smile, trying (and succeeding) to scare her.

"Don't ever try that again, okay? I'll be nice this time but next time, you'll be severely punished my dear." I got up and walked out of the basement, locking the door behind me. 'Why didn't I punish her this time? I would to any one else.. why do I care about her?..' I thought to myself. 'Oh well..should get to bed.. I'm exhausted..' I yawned as I walked upstairs to me room.

I slipped into my underwear and crawled into bed, instantly falling to sleep.

~In His Dream/Nightmare~

"MOM!!" I yelled as my father dragged me out of the house. 

"Kayden!!" my mother yelled after me, holding my twin sister, locked in our burning house. I cried as I heard her scream as the roof caved in. 

"Come on Kayden, forget about them.. especially your mother, well, ex-mother," he smirked as he said that, "She tried breaking our family!! If only you were older, you would understand that women are evil creatures.. Never fall in love son, ever.." he said solemnly. At that moment, I vowed to avenge my wonderful mother and my dear sister.. I would never forget them, or forgive my father for killing them.. 

He brought us to a cabin far away from our home. 

"This is our home now, son, get comfortable here," He said, tucking my five year old self into bed. So I did..not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't do anything else.. He started bring home girls and women of various ages and size and color, the thing that they all shared though, was that they came crying and never left.. I worked out and got strong whenever my dear old daddy brought girls home, so I wouldn't hear their pleas for help..

Eventually, when I was 11, he had me help.. I couldn't refuse, I was scared of him, and he was stronger than me.. The first kill was awful.. I vomited and passed out from the blood.. It got easier the more I killed though. One thing I would always remember from killing with him..right before the life went out of their tear filled eyes, he would always say two words..they echo in my head.. He always whispered them in their ears before slitting their throats.. "Got Ya!!" were his magic words..

When I was about 16, I was stronger than my father. I've killed countless innocent girls and women by that point so blood had no affect on me. I was looking him right in the eye when I did it.. I chained him up and tortured him for a few days before I finally ended his life. I asked him, over and over, why he killed my mother and sister..his wife and daughter!! He only said one thing, every time I asked, "Women are monsters son, never fall in love, ever."

I got close to him, pressing my knife to his throat as my lips inched closer to his ear. "Got Ya!!" I whispered before I pulled back, his eyes wide with terror. I slid the knife quickly across his neck,killing him, feeling his blood spill onto me as it trickled out of his body. I watched the light drain out of his eyes. I sat back, the knife dropping from my shaking hands. I cried.. I cried for all the girls he stole the lives from, I cried for my mother Hazel, and I cried for my dear beloved twin sister Rose..