The Killer's Game

What happens at home, stays at home

Saturday March 12th, 2018 -11:57pm(THE PAST)

CHRIS POV

"Daddy can u read me a bedtime story?" I smiled. Kendall and Kendra are my baby girls.

"This one" she says.

"No daddy that's no fair. She always gets to pick the stories. I never chose". I looked at both of them. "I'll pick this time" I told them.

"Dad, do you think Kristopher will show up?" Kendra asked.

"Maybe he's playing hide and seek. A long game of hide and seek. Kris is good at that." Kandall says.

"Maybe" I told them.

After a long story of 'princesses in need' there was a knock on the door. My daughters are fast asleep.

It was late. Probably around midnight. Crystal, my ex-wife wasn't home. She couldn't stand my existence after losing our son and blaming it on me. She decided to stay at her mothers house.

I opened the door to see a big card board box. Its smelled and something was leaking from inside it. I slowly open the box blogging my nose from the smell. And there inside the card board box was a body chopped up in pieces. Chopped up so small I couldn't tell who it was.

I started to cry noticing the blond hair cut and thrown in the corner of the box. I knew deep down in my heart it was Kris and his long blond hair. It was my son. I keeled down on the grown crying nearly shouting at god.

I turned around nearly shitting my pants as I hear a sound from behind me "K-k-kris?" I said slowly turning around.

He runs to me. His hug felt so real.

Was it really him?

I looked at him. Touching his hair and his face. I hugged him again, tight.

"Where were you? Who took you?" I asked him.

He slowly point to the dark Vader mask siting on the sofa from last Halloween. I couldn't believe it was really him.

"Who brought u back here, how did you get her Kris!?" I nearly shouted.
He points at the Sponge Bob Square pants book on the top shelf. He was traumatized.

"Kristopher, I know you're scared but you need to tell me what happened!"

He starts to cry as he slowly points inside his mouth. I nearly jumped in fear. His tongue was gone.

He couldn't speak, that fucking bastard took his tongue!

"Don't worry Kris I promise I'll catch that fucking asshole!" I cried for him hugging Kris tightly.

If my son was here...whose body was in this box?

Sunday March 13th, 2018 -9:00am (THE PAST)

"Dillion you promised this job wouldn't break our relationship, you don't talk to me no more, you come home late, I get no text from you and we still haven't talked about your cancer. I understand your father was killed, but Dillion I'm here for you, talk to me please!" She cried. It was 9am in the morning.

Robert agreed on us all taking a couple days off from solving the case. Chris found his son late last night and everything was back to normal.

"Dillion for god's sake say something! We're having twins. I can't do this by myself . I feel like I'm doing this on my own for fuck sake!"she screams.