Linkage

Chapter 4: Destruction

Their heads was pushed back due to the force of the bullet. I hope they felt the pain of the impact, because they deserved much more. I wanted to prize every kill, every person, every experiment. It shows my own meaning of art. My own meaning of justice. My own meaning of revenge.

I slowly dragged Den's body, his limp body thudding through the floorboards due to the fall from his bed. I pulled with all my strength till I reached the kitchen. I went back to the room and dragged Sarah's corpse next. I placed them beside each other and admired them for a split second. Admiring their pale, cold naked bodies and their dead, glassy eyes. I needed to treasure this. I grabbed my hacksaw from the sack, running through the hushed house. I positioned the saw above the neck of Den, slightly pushing down. I worked the saw, going back and forth, tearing the muscles and going through the spine. As I felt the saw break loose from the neck, I sighed and went to the second corpse. I did the same routine, using the saw, back and forth. I placed the two heads on the sack, and went to their car. I saw three jugs of gasoline beside the car, and decided to finish the task. I grabbed my sack, hid it behind the tree, and ran back to the house. I opened the first jug and poured it all over the exterior of the house. I had to use the other half of the other jug to finish the job. I opened the other one, pouring the liquid at some rooms of the house, until all that was left was the kitchen. I poured the third remaining bottle on the mutilated corpses and around the oven, cabinets, and other parts of the kitchen. I turned the oven on, turning the four dials to the highest options available. It would take awhile, so I quickly ran out of the house, striking a match and throwing it towards the house. I ran as fast as I can, going for the spot I left my sack at. I watched as the house exploded, engulfing the structure with flames. I even felt the heat from where I was at. It gave me satisfaction which was overwhelming. The satisfaction of killing someone you truly hate. It was worth it.

I grabbed my sack and ran towards the car. I placed it at the trunk and shut with so much force, it echoed through my ears. I felt all the energy drain out of my body, making it hard for me to move. I started the car and headed straight for the road. I was driving for a good, solid 5 minutes, when red and blue lights appeared at my rear view mirror. Shit! What will I do? A tall, lanky policeman knocked in my window.
"Excuse me? You were going over the speed limit."
"Oh! I am sorry."
I looked around the car, finding anything that would give anything away. I found my shirt dried up with blood, giving the shirt a natural color of red. The problem was that.. the rancid, horrid smell of the sack.
"Can I inspect your car?" the police suspiciously asked, holding his gun.
I went out of the car and waited for him to check the seats. I grabbed my gun and directly shot straight for his head. His body fell down, limp like a ragdoll. I placed his body off the road, digging itself through the sand. I went back to my car and drove ahead.

I reached my abode and practically dragged the sack over to the storage area. I emptied the contents of the sack and grabbed the two heads. I cleaned the two heads with a wet rag, removing clumps of dirt and blood. I placed them on the underground compartment and went back up to the storage area. I took a pair of clothes and went to the river, cleaning myself from the mess I have gotten myself into. I found myself exhausted and worn out from the day's events. I went to the barn and laid myself down on a stack of hay. I felt myself falling into a void of darkness, feeling fatigue take over me. Then, I closed my eyes.

"STOP! PLEASE! DON'T HURT HIM!" A little girl cried, with her hands and feet tied together. At the other side of the room, a man was beating a fragile 13-year old boy with his own two fists. The boy was bruised and battered, wearing only a pair of shorts and printed socks. The little girl had bruises on her neck, arms, and legs. She wore a blue sundress with pigtails on her hair. Standing by the little girl, was a woman. She was wearing a pair of sweats, smoking a cigarette, and was watching the man beat a child. She didn't even flinch from the shrilling screams of both kids. This was apparently the couple. The couple I just slaughtered. Sarah and Den Silver.
"Please! Stop hurting Travis! Hit me instead!"
The man stopped and advanced himself toward the little girl. The little boy laid motionless on the floor. For a second, I thought he was dead, but he was fearing for his own twin. His body was shattered and he was incapable of moving further. He tried screaming, but his voice was so hoarse that you would hear gasps and croaks. The man grabbed the little girl by her pigtails and dragged her across the room.
"Shut the fuck up, kid!" The man said, slamming her body down on the ground. She stared at the woman and looked at her with pleading eyes. She was pleading for her to make it stop. The woman snickered and went back to her cigarette. The little girl and boy looked at each other, with their eyes saying 'Goodbye.' The slam of the door signalled them that the man can do anything with her, in any way possible. The little boy cried silently, praying for his sister. He heard moans of pleasure from the man inside the room. His sister was heard in the room, screaming, bawling, and crying as loud as she can. This made the little boy angry and sad at the same time. He dragged himself, going for the door. He was about to reach it, when he felt someone grab his legs and pull him forcefully. He felt the splinters enter his skin and pierce themselves in there. A cold, sharp piece of metal was situated at his back. The tip of something sharp was placed lightly at his back, where the spine was at. And then, he blacked out, with the screams fading at the background.

I felt myself jolt up, drenched with sweat and panting heavily. I began to sob as that snippet of my life replayed itself in my mind. I wiped my tears and ran outside. The sun was about to set, illuminating the sky with streaks of pink and orange. I need to clear my head. I went to the car and drove to town for about 3 hours. By the time I reached a local pub, I parked my car a few meters away for emergency purposes. I walked, my shoes slapping itself on the pavement, with the breeze engulfing me. I entered the pub and found out that the place was packed with drunk men. I sat down at a barstool and ordered a shot of vodka. I downed it all in one shot. I needed to forget that memory. I ordered another one and was about to down it, when someone sat beside me. I glanced at the person and found him staring at me. He was wearing a tanktop and had a lot of tattoos on his arms. He had a lip piercing and looked like he was working out.
"Why are you alone?" He said. He was clearly tipsy.
"Obviously."
"Want to spend the night?" He suggestively asked. I pondered upon it and told myself "Why the heck not? I needed to forget the memory, right?"
"Sure." He led me to a room behind the pub. I was a bit cautious at first, but then he started to kiss me. I removed my jeans and hoodie, leaving me with my underwear. He laid me down and we started kissing again. He broke the kiss, removing his clothes. He removed my undergarments and quickly entered me.

By the time we finished, he slept. I wore my clothes and looked for his wallet by the time I heard him snoring. I saw 200 bucks and tucked it inside my jeans. I quietly left the place and went back to my car. I passed by a gas station and refilled the gas tank for it was running low on gas. I bought beverages like energy drinks and bottles of water. I headed back to the road and drove the 3-hour trip back to the barn.

I arrived at my destination and it looked like the sun was about to rise. It was a peaceful scenery. It made me relax and forget all the things that happened. I went inside and laid at my usual makeshift bed. I laid down and was about to take a nap, when a hard pounding sensation pummeled my head. It felt like a hammer was striking my brain. I felt myself blacking out as the pounding of my head never faded.

What the fuck!? Why is it so dark? I feel a presence in this room. Like someone is staring at me. Why can't I talk? It smells like antiseptic here. Am I back at the hospital?

"Poor you. You have been in the orphanage your whole life. You have been abused, battered, and beaten down by some of your foster parents. You were involved in a car accident and is now hanging on for your life. And now your twin is slaughtering your past foster parents. Shouldn't I just pull the cord now? You don't have anybody left. I will give you until tomorrow. By then, if you aren't gonna be able to wake up, I will turn everything off."

The pain stopped. What the fuck just happened?
Was that a dream or a sign?
Were they gonna turn the machines off?
Oh no..
Travis.