Killer Obsession
Chapter 7
Snap
Three Weeks Earlier…
"Croc cut our conversation out early!" Doctor Shelly Young yelled at her audio diary, "He said, 'Wait, there's more!', but then left it at that! Ugh, anyways I'm calling another meeting… Hopefully, we will, finally, get how he became Killer Croc…"
Young quickly sat down in front of Croc and waited, listening intently. "Rush, much?" Croc asked.
"What… What do you mean?" Young replied confused.
"Well, you did rush in here, without waiting for the other guards and what, what." Croc continued blankly.
"Ah, Okay… Can we continue?" Young asked
"Why? Can't we just talk…?" Croc replied with smile. Taking joy in Young's impatience.
"Fine, you do the talking and I'll listen…" Young said, throwing in her own smile. Croc merely glared at her.
"I'm getting annoyed…" he said coldly, but nevertheless, continued.
"What do you mean? Why, are you defending him?" Jonathan yelled at his wife, Marla.
"You see something else Jon! I see my son! Not an animal!" she yelled back.
"Get out of here!" he scoffed, "He's not even a man! He's a crocodile! A killer crocodile! A Killer Croc, Marla!" Jon yelled back.
"Shut up! Don't you dare call my son that!"
"For God's sake, Marla! He ripped off a kid's ears, tore out another's tongue, and gouged out the eyes of another one! Even the docs say, 'It's a miracle they all survived!'"
Waylon jumped off the house's patio and into the waiting depths of Gotham Bay. It was really the only time he could escape his mother and father's bickering. He sat cross-legged at the bottom of Gotham Bay. Thing of it is, he has no memory of what he did… What he did do was brutal… But they deserved it… They knocked Crane unconscious, not only that, the rock did a little brain damage and lost some of his memory about the jocks, but several other things… Like, never meeting with Waylon. He did, however, remember several beatings he took from bullies and it caused him to fall into a fear induced coma.
Waylon looked around; nothing had changed much under water. Same old rocks, caves, and license plates. Waylon could hold his breath for an extremely long time; something he needed to escape;he must've broke the world record by now... he actually counted one time and reached thirty-two minutes and twenty-six seconds. He sat calmly thinking; about his life... his family... his... it was before he noticed he spent too much time under. He quickly rose to the surface and gasped for air.
Waylon heard his mother and father's yelling, but decided to get out anyways. He figured they must've been on the other patio, so he ducked inside his house and walked over to the window that showed the patio. He looked out, his mother and father, still, argued with each other valiantly. Until, something happened, Marla and Waylon did not expect.
"Marla, I'm sorry…" Jonathan said his head bowed.
"What?" she said completely surprised.
"I'm sorry…" he said, pulling out a gun and pointing it at her, "I'm going to free you… I'm going to free us!" he said again, cocking the weapon.
"Oh, my god! You're insane!" she yelled.
"I'm sorry…" he said once more and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew from the chamber and zipped into Marla's chest. She gasped and fell backward into Gotham bay and sank. Jonathan cocked the gun again.
"No!" Jonathan jumped from the roar and turned towards the house. Waylon, easily, smashed through the house's wall and roared once more. Jonathan's face twisted into fear. He shot two bullets at Waylon, both bouncing off his thick hide. Waylon groaned a little, but shook it off, he charged at his father.
"Oh, fu-" before he could finish his sentence, the beast, Waylon, tackled him into Gotham Bay. As the two sank, his father screamed under the water, causing hundreds of bubbles to come forth out his mouth. Jonathan looked into the beast's eyes and he saw it… he finally saw it… his son... but the moment was ended short as Waylon tightened his "bear hug" and his father screamed in agony. Until, his spinal cord and several of his ribs snapped into pieces.
Waylon let go of his father and watched as his limp form floated downward. Thanks to Waylon's second pair of eyelids, that helped protect his eyes from the filth of the waters, he quickly found his mother floating downward. He rushed towards her, he grabbed her and quickly pulled her upward.
Waylon reached the surface and roared into the night air. His mother coughed up a combination of blood and water. He quickly rushed her to land. He jumped over a barrier that protected cars from falling into the waters. He leaned against the barrier and held his mother gently in his arms. He looked down at her. She smiled up at him, blood leaked from her mouth. Her armed reached up and rubbed her hand along his cheek. She felt his sharp teeth and smiled broader, as if she were proud he had them. Waylon savored every bit of his mother's hand. She gave one final cough and fell limp, with a smile on her face… She was proud; she had died in her son's arms. Waylon's arm bumped her, as if trying to wake her up. He did twice more, until he realized... she was gone…
Waylon quietly stood, turned, and gently put his mother into the water. He watched, as she slipped into the waiting depths. Everything flashed back into his head all at once, his father's beatings… He was right! All those brutal things he did to those kids… I am a beast! An animal! The part where, he killed his father… A Killer Croc! Waylon roared in his head. He kicked the barrier and several pieces of stone went flying into the river. He ripped a lamppost out of its sockets and threw it. Waylon roared again and stomped his foot. But, his foot broke through the ground into emptiness…
Waylon brought his foot back up and peered into the beckoning hole. He heard rushing water… Sewers… he thought and tore of his shirt. He began slamming his fists and feet on the ground. Until, he had a hole sizeable enough for him to fit through… Waylon smiled… No not Waylon… he jumped into the waiting darkness…
Waylon, aged sixteen, died…
Aged sixteen, Killer Croc is born…
