Insanity Bleeds Chapter 11: Stealer Wheels, a south park fanfic

Chapter XI

Stealers Wheel

HDM: Yes, Well, Leela's Tears hit the nail on the head so yeah...she's hear today with us
LT: :is dressed in a panda suit: why again am I in a panda suit?
HDM: :In a tiger suit: We're saving the endanger species by diverting poachers' attention from them to us!
LT: ARE YOU NUTS!
HDM: I like mix :starts eating some:
Poachers: :sees us: Those would make great money :loads gun:
LT and HDM: AHHHHH :runs away:
Bianca: O.O;;; :sees poachers: yipe! :swims away in magical river:

Kenny: :ahem: well since they are being hunted, this is a warning that this chapter is on the verge of M but for some reason HDM doesn't feel like changing the level. "Only if there's sex will I amp it up" apparently gore and violence isn't bad. :shrugs: So, a Warning: lots of descriptive violence, gore, language, and reference to Reservoir Dogs

Smile, because you're a filthy fucker...

I keep staring at my accursed abode. I keep thinking of all of those times I was beaten and raped and basically casted aside for know reason whatsoever. Piles upon piles of rage building from the inside. I've tried to make sense of it all but it became more ridiculous than the last. "I must of upset him", "He's having a bad day.", or my favorite, "I deserve it..." but the thing is...I have DONE NOTHING! Am I just cursed to be hurt the rest of my life? No, I don't want to be hurt by anyone...I don't want to hurt myself either. Well, I've came here to do one thing, and it wasn't to have a cup of tea and talk idly about the weather.

I walk around to the back of the house. I look around to see a couple of trashcans tossed around the shithole I call the backyard. I carry the trashcan right under the kitchen window. I climb on top and look inside, no one was in sight. I place my hands against the window and slide it up gently and quietly. I've mastered the art of sneaking in since I was ten. I make a small jump and I'm halfway in the window. I let out a small grunt as I squirm through the opening. I finally fall halfway into the sink but I catch myself before I crack my head. I look up, still no one hears me. I slowly inch one leg in through the window. I finally place both legs through and I crawl out of the sink. I look to see that the knife rack is conveniently near by.

I walk slowly and quietly into the next room. I press myself hard against the wall so I cannot be seen. I can hear screaming and yelling coming from the living room. I walk closer into the room but I am stopped by a 'thud'. I slowly turn my head into the other room, to see what's going on. I can see furniture disarrayed and some broken objects. The one thing that strikes me funny is the fact that my mother is on the ground...but my brother keeps watching the television.

She stares in horror at the man she once loved. Her face is beaten in and her hair looks like it was pulled violently. Rims of black and blue colors rim her eyes as her nose is dabbed with reds. She raises her arm in front of her face in a futile attempt to protect herself. I can see my father. His eyes burn with alcohol and hate. They are not the eyes she married, those are filled with no such feeling of love. His lips curl into a sadistic smile as he gets ready for another crack.

"YOU LET HIM GET AWAY!" he screams. Another 'thud' is heard as she falls to the ground. She coughs up droplets of blood. Kevin just keeps staring at the television, not even looking. He makes me disgusted, how he can just pretend that it's all normal. How can you believe that something this horrific can be anything along the line of normal? "Please! I- I- I won't let it ha-happen again!" she chokes out those words. His eyes doesn't soften to her words, only harden. "BITCH!" he screams, "YOU SAY IT JUST SO YOU WON'T GET HIT! YOU'RE A BITCH!" and he cracks her across the face, I think I heard a bone crack. Violence and anger starts rising within me. I can hear Clyde hissing in my ear.

"Look at him, look at what he's doing to her! Those hating eyes toward a human being, let alone your mother. You know, the color red will look great on him..." I look over to see him. His fur has gone from purple to black and the black patterns went an ultraviolet hue. His scales on the back look sharper and so does the fangs. His eyes are a lighter shade of yellow, just making his whole look more sinister. "What happened to you?" I asked him. He lets out a laugh, crueler than usual. "Kid, your hate just gave me a whole new feeling...like it?" his lips curled into a cruel grin. My heartbeat races and I start to sweat. A moment of fear sweeps over me. What if I don't do it right? What if he stops me like the last time?

"Oh no! You're not turning pussy on me now!" Clyde screams. I look at him, what the fuck gives him the right on calling me a pussy? Something entranced me to look into his eyes. I feel so hot, I'm boiling now. "You will NOT pussy out of this, damnit! You WILL kill that bumblefuck and it WILL make you SMILE!" those words swirled in my head. Everything just went red. Feelings of anger and hatred pile upon me like I was hit with a eighteen wheeler.

I hear another scream of pain. His back is toward me so he doesn't no anything of my presence. I drop to the floor and crawl on my belly. I come closer to the monster, the overwhelming stench of alcohol is on the rugs. I suffice a gag and keep moving. The rug rubs against my skin roughly and I can feel rugburn forming on my belly. I ignore the stinging as I'm two inches from his feet. My mother looks over at me, her eyes flash a mixture of confusion and terror. I mouthed the words 'It will be fine...' as I slide the knife in view. She almost let out a scream but remembers that he's here. He turns to see what she's looking at. Before he could react, I slash his heel quickly but deeply. Blood squirts out in my face, I close my eyes in reaction. All I can hear is screaming and then a thud. I wipe away the blood to see he's on the ground, swearing and screaming.

I knock him unconscious with a table lamp...

He awakes in a dark and cold room. I can hear his moans of lingering pain and confusion. I smile, I couldn't help but smile. I finally have the upper hand on him. He cannot do anything but pray for a quick death. Then again, God doesn't listen to the damned...I should know. Blood stained my face, giving me a crueler look, I think. Then again, who's worrying about how they look when they're torturing? "Well, Sleeping Beauty finally woke up." I let out in a low tone. I can hear him shuffling and muffled noises. It doesn't help him that I gagged him with an apple and then duck taped his mouth. I saunter over to the chair with the monster residing. I feel the ropes and chains and cilases that confine him to the chair.

I rip the ducktape off quickly and I hear the fucker scream. I laugh, I couldn't help it. It just so funny, such little pain he cries but when he gives pain to others, you'll never see him shed a tear. I take a knife and shove it in the apple. The fear sweeps over him now because he starts to scream frantically. I take out the apple with the knife so suave I'm impressed with myself. "I SWEAR TO GOD KID I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" I hear him scream. I start eating the apple off of the knife. "ARE YOU INSANE! YOU'RE NUTS, YOU KNOW THAT!" I look over at him. "You know, listening to you calling me such mean names is really making me lose my appetite..."

I take the apple off the knife and peg it in the wall. I look over to the stereo in the corner. I go over and put on number six on the cd. "You know you shouldn't let me watch such violent movies, Father, because they give me such interesting ideas..." I said with a undertone of sarcasm. Stealer Wheels begin to play, yes I'm playing the Reservoir Dogs soundtrack. I put in on loop so the song repeats. I can see him start to panic, the look of fear is in his eyes.

Well, I don't know why I came here tonight
I got a feelin' that something ain't right
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair
And I'm wonderin' how I'll get down those stairs
Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right
Here am I stuck in the middle with you

"PLEASE KENNY! I- I'M SORRY!" I hear him scream. I place myself right on his lap and stare at him. Anger and insanity sweeps in again. "WHAT! TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOU SO SORRY ABOUT?" I scream. He looks at me, not knowing what to say, obviously. "NO, YOU LIKED IT, DIDN'T YOU? YOU LIKED TO BEAT ME, HUH? HOW ABOUT RAPE? YOU GET A KICK OUT OF INCEST AND RAPE HUH?" Tears start rolling, but they are not tears of guilt or sorrow. "PLEASE, I CAN CHANGE!" he tries to use that old line on me...he used it for so long. "Silence, your words sicken me..." I growled. I take my pocket knife to his left ear. I start cutting into the flesh. Blood start spraying everywhere. He starts squirming and screaming in pain. "If you move, the cilases will slice." I warned him, but I don't really care. Let them cut, he needs the insurance of pain for him to realize that he's still alive.

Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you
And I'm wonderin' what it is I should do
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face
Losin' control, I'm all over the place
Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right
Here am I stuck in the middle with you

The ear isn't too hard to cut through. The tiny bones are just annoying. The blood still leaks out, it gets kind of annoying to wipe away the blood from my eyes so I think that I'll just keep it on my face. I lick my lips, his blood tastes sour, like him. But, I'm strangely addicted to the blood, it's more poison but I still want it. It finally comes off. "Hey, now you're Van Gogh..." I chuckle at my own little joke. I guess he's too much of a hick to know who the man was. I tossed the ear around. I watch his eyes follow the ear. I hop off his lap and start hopping around, just singing a random tune that's not even Stealer Wheels. "It's funny how you found the time! To expose yourself and be another one of these! Psychos all around me! Psychos all around me! Like to say my head's not right! My head's not right!" I scream into the ear, " Medicated aren't we all! Turning into you, Got me crazed with what you do! Inside my head there's a vision of you! And nothing's changing! Nothing's changing!" I look at him. "I'm sorry, I don't have much of a voice..."

Well, you started off with nothing
And you're proud that you're a self-made man
And your friends they all come crawling
Slap you on the back and say
Please, please

I sit on his lap again, just looking again. "What...are...you?" he asks me. "Well, I'm Kenny, that lovable character that everyone loved to see me die..." I started on a sour note, "No one ever cared about Kenny, Kenny was just something to laugh at or just make the infamous line 'Oh My God You Killed Kenny' following the old 'You Basterd' insult." I take the knife and glide it along his cheek, a drizzle of blood oozes. I lick the blood from his cheek. "You know, I can get used to blood..." I say with a slight laugh, "Killing is better than being killed...hands down..." I look away. "Your eyes, they're too evil..." I growled so low. "Wha-?" he couldn't finish his question because he started to scream. I would scream if I had a knife in my eye.

Well, I'm stuck in the middle with you
And I'm wonderin' what it is I should do
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor?
I don't think that I can take it anymore
Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right
Here am I stuck in the middle with you

I look at the eye on my knife, eyes are quite interesting. I had to dissect one before but the human eye is so much more interesting. I still got squirted with blood, ironically in my eye. I laughed, isn't that so ironic? Haha, it feels good to laugh. He lets out a whimper. "I also can't stand your voice..." I said with a grin. I take the knife and slice a womb diagonally across the front of the throat. He tries to yell but it's silenced. "Don't worry, you won't die, I didn't hit anything...vital..." I assured him, "I just made you unable to scream...that's good for everyone.

Well, you started off with nothing
And you're proud that you're a self-made man
And your friends they all come crawling
Slap you on the back and say
Please, please

I keep staring at him. He isn't so tough now, hehe. "Hm...something's missing. There's still the matter of the dick..." My lips curl into a insane grin. His eye widen. He tried to scream but it was only a squeaky whine. I shuffled around in the room. "Hey look, a stupid bear trap you used to hunt a few years back..." I just started to laugh. He tries to move but the cilases stop him. "Hahahaha!" I couldn't stop laughing. It's just too perfect. I walk slowly to the monster. I set the trap and I aim it at his nether regions. He tries to move but he knows he can't. "Bu-bye..." I said with a hint of a childish tone. The crunch of the trap was so...lovely.

"Well, the song seems to end. But, it will start again. You, unfortunately, your time is up." I said almost sad. This was so much fun. I do need to end it, I'm getting bored with him. First, I poured salt on all of his wombs, so he can have another burst of life. I grabbed the chair and I pulled it toward the bathroom. I grabbed him and lowered him into the tub. He looks around to see why he's there. He starts feeling the sensation of water against his skin. He looks like he's relieved, that maybe his sadistic son will let him go. But, why does water smell so bad?

He stared at my match. He stared at my face. The cruel smile scares him but my eyes makes him shit himself. It the eyes of insanity, it's scarier than hatred. Insanity, you can get away with that...you can get away with murder when it comes to insanity. "Adieu mon pére, see you in Hell..." and on that note I struck the match. In slow motion you can see the match flying toward him. In seconds he's engulfed with flames. I just watch, there's nothing flammable in the bathroom, not even the curtains. I walk out of the room and I just laugh. Laughing, it's a great feeling, you don't ever have to be happy to laugh. Laughing is a coverup in most cases, it keeps you from saying anything or feeling anything. I love to laugh...it's better than to cry.

Laughing comes right before crying...

End of Chapter XI

LT: OMG!
HDM: OMG I KNOW! I BEAT FAERY GODDYSS! WHOOP!
LT: NOT THAT! YOU USED A BEAR TRAP?
HDM: It seems appropriate...
LT: Is it appropriate that we're dangling in a cage and a pot is under us?
HDM: yep!
Bianca: :holds up a sign saying REVIEW AND SAVE US:

(The lyrics Kenny were singing was part of the song Inside My Head by Orgy)