Seeing Innocence
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Mr. Brooks, if I did, I would never let him resist his urges – Marshall is just too funny!
Summary: One-Shot: "Every killer urge somehow disappears. How is it possible that this innocent being has what he and his daughter have?" Mr. Brooks' feelings toward Jane's baby. Set 8 months after the movie.
A/N: I have made it where Jane was 2 months pregnant when she came home, therefore this story takes place 1 month after the baby was born.
Earl Brooks hadn't heard from Marshall in over 6 months. Or perhaps he'd just ignored him. Of course he's had urges, thoughts, and fantasies about killing. How he could cover it up just as easily as before. How much it would make him (and Marshall) happy. Most of all, how satisfying it would feel.
He woke up around two in the morning of November 24th. Eight months since he'd last killed. Who was it? It was Mr. Smith, of course. The plan was for Mr. Smith to kill him, but at the last minute Mr. Brooks realized that his family needed him. His company needed him. Marshall had of course tried to convince him to kill again and again, day after day.
Earl silently got out of bed and checked on Jane's baby boy, Earl the Second. He honestly felt bad for the child for sharing his name, but Jane insisted.
"Because, Daddy," She told him that day in the hospital. "You were the one who convinced me to keep him."
That was true – he did. Jane had planned to kill the baby, and he told her not to.
Ironic. He mused. The killer doesn't want his daughter to follow in his footsteps.
But what he soon after found out, Mr. Brooks had no control over that. His daughter had killed at the college she went to, and he was convinced it was the baby's father. Night after night he was haunted by dreams of Jane turning into a killer. Hell, she may already have been. He didn't know.
Marshall knew though. He always knew.
Earl walked beside Baby Earl's crib and peered in it. There he was. Sleeping soundly, as always. Mr. Brooks was very pleased with Jane. She hadn't taken advantage of the fact that he and Emma said they were going to help her raise it. Baby Earl was a much behaved baby anyway.
Smiling, Mr. Brooks pulled the blanket over Earl. He wasn't sure how this happened. Even when Jane was born his killer urges didn't fade that much. Was it because, deep down, he knew Jane would have the same addiction as he had?
But now, every killer urge somehow disappears. How is it possible that this innocent being has what he and his daughter have? It would make sense, but Earl never felt it. This month-old was the most pure thing he'd ever seen. Even Marshall knew better than to come near him. He used to stand outside the doorway, watching him watch Earl sleep, calling him a "You Sad Fuck." Now he never appeared around the baby.
After a minute, Earl looked over his shoulder, half-expecting to see Marshall watching again, but there was no one. He glanced at his daughter, sleeping not near as peacefully as her son before leaving the room.
He went back into his room and lay down with Mrs. Brooks. He closed his eyes, ignoring the hairs that were standing up, telling him that Marshall was nearby. But he wasn't worried; he couldn't get to him here – not with Baby Earl on his mind.
THE END