Head Cheese

What the Hut

Hut knew what evil lurked in the hearts of men because at an early age he learned, with the help of the internet, that he wasn't alone. What is one mans pain and horror is another's orgasmic ecstasy. He always knew that there were extremes and everything in the middle. White and black, and everything inbetween. Girls and boys, and everything inbetween. Good and evil and everything inbetween. Hut lived at the evil end of the spectrum and the dark web gave him what he needed, a sense of normalcy. It put him into the mindset, see I'm not the only one with killing fantasies. Theres my community, my people. See I'm not a freak, something his father had always called him as he beat him. No belt or cord, he used only his hands to inflict pain. That way he could feel every blow too. One thing he enjoyed doing with his son was wrapping his fingers around Huts. Leaving just the tips exposed and squeezing as tight as he could, until the blood swelled to the tips. Then with his other hand, he'd punch them over and over again until his fist bled from Huts nails. Sure Hut cried when he was young but over the years he learned that just prolonged the torture. His father enjoyed the display of pain Hut showed so he became a statue, standing still enduring the punishment, that bored his father and he would end it quicker with a punch to Huts face. He had endured many physical and mental tortures from his father so Hut had no trouble returning that pain to others weaker then him. To have that power over others exhilerated him like nothing else. Once he experienced that arousal at a young age, hurting animals, he was hooked. Giving him an insatiable thirst for more. He graduated from animals to killing his father. Sure he was on his death bed but Hut still saw a little grotesque man that he hated. His breathing didn't stop soon enough for Hut so he pinched his nose and put his other hand over his fathers mouth. No pillow, just Huts hands, like he was taught. What's the sense of doing something if you can't truly feel it with all your senses. The pressure on a set of nostrils searching for air. The moisture from his fathers mouth wetting his hand.
The rush Hut got from killing him could never be repeated, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. What do you get when it's both nature and nurture that make the man? You get Hut.

Hut used his authority in law enforcement to help supply the consumer side of selling human flesh to the Epsteins of the world. Lacking empathy Hut had no trouble supplying the predators with their prey. Which has lead him here, sitting in his apartment. The police force doesn't want him and he's too hot for the traffickers to risk dealing with. Since the department dismissed him they've been in front of his apartment surveilling him, watching and charting his every move. Because of that he knew the prosecutor didn't have enough on him. But he also knew it was just a matter of time and they would.

Hut reached into his cupboard and pulled out 2 cups filling them both with coffee. He took a long drink out of one, trying to shake the cloud of sleep from his brain. He opened a drawer and pulled out a vile and emptied its contents into the other cup. Hut took the cup of coffee outside and went up to the window of his baby sitter. Smiling he said. " How about a cup of Joe?" Handing the coffee through the window. "Come on Hut." The officer said. " If I take that cup you know I'm going to have it analyzed. Still want me to take it?" Huts smile left his face. " Fuck you." Hut said then took a big gulp from the cup. " Your loss moron." He said and returned back to his apartment. Once inside he ran to the sink and took his finger to the back of his throat until he expelled the drug.
Hut sat in his lazy boy as he tried to shake off the cloudiness caused by what got into his blood stream. A knock on the door brought Hut to his feet. He looked through the peep hole at the familiar policemen on the other side. For a moment, he couldnt make up his mind weather to fight or flight, then picking up his gun off the end table decided both...fight then flight .

When the most important person to Hut is Hut nothing else matters. The fact that they have family that loves them doesnt matter. The fact that they have kids depending on them doesn't matter. What matters is Hut. The first officer shot never heard the blast as he jolted back from the impact of the bullet hitting him in the forehead. The other officer started to unstrap his gun as a bullet hit him in the chest hurling him off the small stoop. On the ground he got the gun out just as Hut was on him,  grabbing his wrist caused the gun to fall. The officer searched for the air he couldnt find until he went silent. As Hut was dragging their bodies into his apartment he was puzzled. Was I just choking the guy like Hope choked Sally and Star? Looking down at them he wished one of them would open their eyes so he could try that again. Prove his theory. He looked at the hole in the officers head and said. "You ain't gonna open your eyes." Then turned to the other " Maybe?" he said as he kicked him. No response came from the body. " Geuss your dead." Hut said as he plopped down on his coach, elbow on knee, chin in hand, staring at his work. Chills shot through him as he admired his accomplishment. Ceasing to exist for eternity by the decider Hut. Did he just wrist choke the guy or was it
the bullet that killed him.  Hut had to find out, prove or disprove this thought he had. So with that he left his apartment and headed to the landlords. He felt the landlord would be a good test subject because if it didn't work he'd just shoot him and no loss. Hut put his gun in the back of his pants and knocked on the landlords door. The landlord open the door and looking at Hut said. "Yeah, what's up." Hut stepped in and grabbed the mans wrist. The man slumped to the floor incapable of breathing. Hut was exhilerated and excited that he found his viagra. For the first time in Huts life he knew the feeling of christmas morning because
this was the best gift he ever got. The ultimate power, to play god.who lives and who dies now lies with Hut.