Monsters

Entry one

"I-I know y-your'e there," came the faint whisper from the man on the bed. "Please d-don't h-hurt me." Pathetic. A fully grown man, sitting on his bed almost pissing himself from fear, whilst I looked on from his closet. I'm pretty sure he knew where I was. But he was too scared to do anything about it. Other than plead and stutter. I do hate the stutterers.

He wasn't so big now. I'd caught him earlier that week, beating and forcing himself on his own son. Sick bastard. So, I decided he needed to burn in hell and that I would be the one escorting him there. I heard a creak that snapped me out of my murderous thoughts. The little shit was coming over to the closet. This ought to be good. I giggled and he froze, paralysed. It was too late to turn back, but he couldn't move forward. So I came to him.

I slowly opened the closet door, covering my face with my hoodie and stepped out, trying to contain my laughter when I noticed there was a wet patch on his bottoms. He still didn't move, just kept his wide, fear filled eyes trained on me. Looking at the guy as an outsider, I wouldn't have guessed he was such a twisted sod. He looked like your average church-going man. Slightly balding head, the beginnings of a belly and wearing an unhealthy amount of tweed. He probably could've been quite the looker in his prime; fuck ugly now though. He had slight stubble, bushy eyebrows and hazel eyes. Hazel eyes that were still watching me.

I began to hate his eyes. He didn't deserve them, he wanted to look at the wrong things, bad things. I wanted his eyes gone. I felt the knife in my hand raise up...

Now, I'm going to slightly to spare you the gritty details as I'm not quite sure you weak hearted people could handle some of the things I do. Let's just say he wouldn't be looking at his son in an inappropriate manner any time soon. Hehe.

So, fast forward past the eye gauging, and play.

I pulled the blade out of his eye, indulging myself in his screams and plunged it into Gregory Thomson's heart, twisting for good measure. Once I was certain he was dead I cut off both of his hands, positioned his fingers so he was flipping the bird and placed them on his chest.

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I pulled Finn's jean jacket on over my hoodie as I exited the apartment building and released my hair from its constraints. It was nearing midnight as I was in one of the dodgy parts of town so I made sure I kept a good grip on my knife, which I had tucked in my sleeve. As I walked down the streets, dodging the trash strewn about and the drunks laying passed out, I thought about what I'd tell my father this time. He wouldn't believe the sleepover excuse again. I hadn't been out for that long so I guess I could say I went to the shops.

I turned down a dark alleyway, ignoring the whore and her customer and pulled myself over the old brick wall. As soon as I landed the other side, the beautiful voice of Gerard Way caressed my eardrums.

Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say
I never want to let you down or have you go its better of this way
For all the dirty looks the photographs your boyfriend took
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

My phone vibrating snapped me out of my Gerard-induced daze. Oh. My phone was ringing. I'd forgotten that I'd changed my ringtone. I tapped the answer call button and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hello?", I answered.

"Hey Jessica darling, this is your brother speaking. I just called to inform you that father has just realised your presence is lacking and is quite.... disappointed", came the reply of my brother, Finley.