Chapter Two
Sad Partings, Sadder Beginnings
"I told you not to follow me. Go home, weirdo." Trying to calm my anger I continued walking on through the rain. Why is he following me? I don't need a babysitter. As I turn the corner onto my street the rain gets even stronger, and I struggle to keep hold of the umbrella. Why did he bother making a fuss if he's just going to follow me any way. As the wind continued to grow a shiver runs down my spine. Something doesn't feel right here. Battling against the wind I start running towards my house, ignoring the screams of protest from behind me. Something's wrong. Mum, I need to check on mum. Releasing the umbrella from my grip I sprint towards my front door. It's not shut, mum would never leave the door unlocked let alone open. Bursting through the door I scream for her. Please let nothing happen to mum.
Running through the house I search every room until I enter the kitchen, apprehensive of what I'll find. Please don't let anything happen to her, please no. "MUM WHERE ARE Y… no, what? Why? You said you wouldn't leave me, you promised." Standing in horror I stare at the lifeless bloody form of my mother crumpled on the kitchen tiles. Her blood leaking on the cold stones beneath her, leaving her face pale and cold. Who did this? Why would they do this to her? She was never a threat to anyone. It's just like before, just like with… With Hana. No not again., this can't be happening again.
Standing in the door frame I clutch my blanket to my chest, wishing this was just a bad nightmare. My daddy was stood hunched over with something shiny in his hand. The floor was covered in red stuff, moving closer and closer to me, surrounding daddy. In the middle of the puddle was a lump of pink, brown and red. What was that? Was it a monster, did Daddy kill the monster? Stepping forward my bare feet touch against something fluffy, warm and wet. Without Daddy turning around to see me I bend down and poke the limp form, turning it over with one hand. It was Charlie my puppy Charlie was led lifeless and bleeding on the kitchen floor, with a large cuts across his neck and his chest. His blood matting into his fir and leaving red marks on my small shaking finger. Frantic I turned to my Daddy now turned towards the door. "Daddy, Daddy what's wrong with Charlie? Why is he all red? Did the monster hurt him? Did you kill the monster." Storming towards me he grabs me by the hair and lifts me off the floor. It was like this that I could see what the mass on the floor. It was Hana, Head ripped off and body stabbed and torn apart. Her skin was partially torn away with some of her organs leaking out onto the floor. It was to much to bare and I cried out screaming. "NO NO NO NO NO. HANA. NO. WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HANA." Trying to get him to release me I struggle and beat his chest. "You killed her, you killed big sissy. You bad man. Your terrible Daddy." "SHUT UP YOU STUPID BASTARD, YOU BASTARD CHILD. I'LL KILL YOU." Throwing you against the floor he brings out a knife and holds it above his head, a mad look on his face. "No daddy don't, Please you're scaring me. NO DADDY, NO" Screaming I try to crawl away towards Hana's crippled corps, but he caught me leg and stabbed the knife into me over and over, screaming at me. As the knife continues ripping into me I give up my struggle and collapses on the floor. Please daddy don't… It hurts… it hurts. As my head started to hurt my
vision blurred, and before the final fatal blow hits me a flash of silver crossed my eyes, and the blow never came.
After 3 days I woke up in a hospital, and was told that my father had run off after killing my older sister Hana. After a week he was captured and deported to America. Soon after mum had us move house and changed our last name. But nothing she changed made a difference to the memory in my head. My father killed my sister, and then he tried to kill me.
Snapping out of my horrific flashback a clattering sounds from behind me alerting me to the tall rugged form of a man standing in the doorway. "Hello son, it's been awhile, hasn't it. It seems we keep meeting in kitchens with bloody bodies, don't we?" Shit, it can't have been him, anyone but him, he can't be here. "Wh...What are you doing here? You're meant to be in prison, you're meant to be in prison." Trying to stop my voice from cracking I back towards my mother's body. "You killed her, why do you always make them die. YOU BASTARD. YOU WERE MEANT TO BE LEAVING US ALONE".
As my back hit the counter I reach for one of the knives on the draining board, accidentally cutting my finger on its blade. Even with the blood slowly dripping from my finger I hold the knife pointing at my father. "Why did you kill her? We were happy, YOU BASTARD WE WERE HAPPY" As he stepped forward my hands began to shake. "Do you really think you can win against me with just a knife, you can't even keep it steady. Here let me help you." All of a sudden he was right next to me, I hadn't even seen him move. Was he impossibly fast now? As he goes to take my hands I flinch and the knife jumps across the back of his hand, leaving a thin red line in its wake.
"Well you really are jumpy aren't you, you managed to cut me. But no mere mortal blade can kill me now, I was visited by an angel, and he blessed me with his power. Now I am invincible." Angel, what is he talking about? Angels don't exist. But either way I have to move, or else my mother… she won't be the only one who dies. I try to move so I'm standing in front of him but his arm snakes around my throat from behind cutting off my air. "Now, I've thought of so many ways of killing you. Poisoning you would be to easy, shooting you would be boring, but cutting you up slowly, painfully, now that would be just so beautiful. Don't you agree. It certainly made your mother more beautiful." Using his other hand he grabs my chin and forces me to look at my mother's mangled corpse.
Her cloths were torn and sections of her skin was ripped off. Blood had covered her clothes and skin and was starting to pool on the floor beneath her. I hadn't realised before, but one of her hands were missing and the other was missing three fingers. Beneath one of the tares in her shirt I could see her stomach had been cut open, only the blood and a flap of skin were covering the organs that were obviously missing from her insides. That's gruesome, how could someone do something like that to someone they used to love.
"I guess you're probably wondering how I could do this. But you see boy, before I met your mother I lived in America. They were all so filthy and arrogant, all of their constant eating and their filthy hate, so I decided to end them. I killed about 30 people in one go but over all I killed nearly 100 people I think before I left to get away from the cops, then I came here. I met your mother when she was homeless and took her in, she fell for me, Like I was her knight in shining armour. But soon after we had you sister, the fucking brat. Three years later your mother had you. But you were a Disgusting Bastard Child." Crushing his arm further into my throat he continues.
"When you were three I realised that your sister had seen pictures of me from America on the T.V, and that she was going to tell your mother. So of course she had to die. She had been poisoned and I needed to cleanse that, I needed to cleanse her from the world. But you came in, you came in all innocent and cute and you looked so like him, so much like that Fucking Man. I swear when I find him he's the next to die. Anyway, I decided you were more corrupt than your sister, you had been corrupted from the day you were born. So you had to die too, but that reaper got in the way, he got in the way and my plans were ruined. I got out of there as quick as I could when he was distracted with you. But I got caught trying to get into the hospital they were keeping you in. So after your mother had me put in prison the judge said my crimes could never be atoned for. So the minister of defence and the Americans got together to decide what they were going to do to me, they decided the best thing to do with me was to kill me. Cleanse me from the world, when it was you that should have died. After that they took me to the execution site in America and strapped me into the chair, but before they could inject me an angel fell from the heavens and killed them all, using his magnificent destructed power to destroy all of those in my way. He said that he would give me power only if I promised to kill you and the man who was keeping you safe, and after that I had freedom do with the power as I wanted. How could I refuse, I could finally kill you, finally destroy your filthy soul. And that's why your mother, the stupid little hoe, is now looking so lovely scattered across your kitchen floor, ripped up in such a beautiful way. Don't you think she looks so lovely dyed crimson in her own blood?"
How? How could he think she looks lovely like that, she's in pieces. She's dead. I need to get away from him right now before he breaks my neck. Remembering the knife still gripped in my hands I make a plan and manage to struggle one hand free. Taking the knife in my free hand I twist around slightly and try to drive the blade into his side. But he got to me first and snatched the knife from me and drove it deep into me tearing the blade along my side slightly, causing explosive pain to rip through my side and into my body. Screaming I try to hold my side but I get spun around and smashed into the kitchen counter with my hands pinned above my head.
"YOU BASTARD, FUCKING CHILD. YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT" With one hand pinning the both of mine to the countertop he uses his other to punch my bleeding side. "AHHH PLEASE NO STOP PLEASE IT HURTS PLEASE" Grabbing at my side he tries to stop me from thrashing around, but sends more pain running through me. God help me, it hurts, it hurts. Please make it stop. Someone make it stop. As I cry my body starts to weaken from the loss of blood. I can't do anything to stop him, he's going to kill me, I'm
going to die. As I resign myself to my fate he rips of my jeans from my hips with one hand. Wait is he going to, no he can't, I'm his son he can't. Please no, No. "This is for what I should have done to you years ago. I'm going to fuck you until you bleed, then I'm going to rip you to shreds."
Squeezing my eyes shut I brace myself for the pain that I know is to come. Only before it does the flash of that silver hair that saved me last time appeared in my mind. That man, the man that saved me from falling into the road, he saved me then, why can't he save me now. Please, please save me… Undertaker. As I wish for the man to save me his name burst from my lips. "Undertaker, please… SAVE ME."
Then suddenly the window behind me shatters and a flash of silver crosses my vision. Wait was that. Please say that was. "I was waiting for you to call. I couldn't enter the house until you said it was ok, someone but a barrier up. So, I'm so sorry I'm late. As for you, you better take your hands off him before I tear them from your pathetic blasphemous body." Placing his hand on my father's shoulder he throws him into the wall by the broken window, even though he looks so weak, he's surprisingly strong. But I couldn't admire him for long, my muscles had failed me and now I was sliding off the counter and onto the cold stone floor. The stones beneath my bare legs were cold and slippery from their drenching with mine and my mothers blood. As the pain was still radiating through my body I begin to turn colder and colder. "I think I'm dying, please undertaker help me, I think I'm going to…"
As my consciousness fades the screams and yells from my father fade as well, the only thing left is the cold feeling and a whispering voice. "It's ok Dearie you can sleep for a while, I won't let anyone hurt you. You're safe with me." With his calming words whispering in my ear I let myself drift off to sleep.