MSV's Moon Knight

Randall Spector

—Chicago—
August 17th 1975
15:46

13 year old, Marc Spector has just arrived home from school, only to see his father passed out on the couch, snoring his head off.

Marc rolled his eyes and set his bag under the stairs, as he heard the front door swing open.

He peered round the corner, to see it left wide open. Marc sighed, walking up to and shutting the door, turning around and spotting his younger brother, Randall, now slouched on a separate couch.

"Oh, hey." Marc said, as he stared down at his psychotic brother.

"Wassup. I killed another cat today." Randall told Marc as the lifeless body of a beaten cat was thrown onto the table by Randall.

"For fuck sake bro, why did you do that? Yesterday you decapitated a Canary, the day before that it was 2 ferrets AND a badger, the day before that you sliced some dog down it's stomach. You need to fucking stop, because some of these are people's pets. You wouldn't like it if somebody killed an animal that you cared about, would you?"

"I wouldn't care because I'd have killed it first." Randall got to his feet and lifted the cat, chucking it into the bin.

"We could have had that for dinner." The dad, Elias, said. His eyes were still shut however. This family was quite poor.

"Good idea!" Randall shouted, lifting it back out of the bin as the dad finally opened his eyes to realise it was some little cat.

"What the f- we ain't eating a cat-" The dad was yelling as he heard a rap on the front door.

"CPD open up!"

"Put the cat back in the bin!" Marc quietly exclaimed as he ran upstairs and Randall sprinted into the kitchen. The kitchen was off to the left of the door.

Elias approached the door, unlocking and opening it to see 3 cops right in front of him, on the porch, one holding a notepad, the other two had their hands on their holsters.

"Sir we've had several complaints about a member of your family, Randall Spector, viciously murdering their pets. Somebody even called saying he strangled their fucking infant. May we enter the premise?" The cop that asked this was clearly the lead, as he was at the front too.

Elias nodded "Sure."

They stepped inside, and looked around the place, trying to see anything unusual or out of the ordinary.

Little did they know, Randall silently dropped out the kitchen window, holding a kitchen knife. There was one cop still outside, who hand entered the house yet. Randal snuck up behind him and dug the blade right into the back of his neck, covering his mouth so he wasn't too loud and throwing him over the banister into a bush.

He then got the knife around the next cops throat, instantly slitting it and blood spilled all over the floor. This time, however, Elias and the lead cop turned around, spotting him standing over the dead officer.

"Holy shit-" The lead cop said, attempting to pull out his taser but Randall lunged at him, getting the knife stuck right between his eyes.

Blood ran down his nose as his fell to the ground as Elias put his right hand over his mouth, trying not to vomit.

Randall knelt down, ripping the knife out and repeatedly stabbing the dead officer in the face, messing it up completely.

But he didn't do this because he had to, he did this-

Because he enjoyed it
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