Chapter XII

Inevitable Aftershock

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Sorry for the long update, my phone line is whack and my mom needs to be on to check her résumé so yeah I had time to think this one through. No, I still have no idea where this is going! If you didn't notice the story is M, I changed my mind...Chapter 11 alone is M but I read through my story and not even I can look over it! O.O;;

"I keep thinking about how little Paul's death meant to me. I'm not sure whether it's because I've been desensitized to violence by endless bloodshed on telly or because I just hated his guts."

"If art is so violent, why is it that hooligans use Stanley knives...and not paint-brushes?"

"It just proves what I was saying. Nobody's got any morals. The world's sick. Everybody's sick." "Except us. We're just poorly."

from the comic strip Kill Your Boyfriend

My hands are shaking, my whole body is shaking. I can't believe it! I actually completed a murder! I sit outside the bathroom and just listen to the burning...the cackling of the fire and the smell of flesh flowing from the door. I took the fire extinguisher to the corpse but it's still burning a bit. The face of my late father is one of twisted pain...finally he can taste eternal flames...but I don't know why I don't feel more satisfied? I mean, I killed the thing that tormented me for years, you would think I would be doing cartwheels by now. I shake my head, maybe it's just the aftermath of it all, and I'm just not ready to be a full time homicidal maniac.

I can hear whimpering downstairs still. I decide to walk down to see Mother and Kevin. I step down slowly and eerie-ish...like a killer from a slasher fic. There's no one in the living room but the TV is still blaring horrible reality shows. I look around to try to pick up on the whimper. Suddenly I hear a hushed tone, as if they were trying to hide from me. I walk around, trying to find anyone around. I open the closet and out comes flying is a shoe thrown at my face. I quickly put up my arm but it hits my eye still. I stumble back and look out of my good right eye. I see Mother in a fetal position with Kevin in her arms. They look at me in horror, and then slowly come out of the closet.

"Kenny! What happened! We heard screaming and we thought that you were dead or something else!" Mother cries while wrapping her arms around my neck protectively. Kevin crawls out of the closet and gawks at my blood stained hands. She ignores them and she starts crying. "I tried to go in but the door was locked! Where is he? Is he still up there?" she asks in a hushed tone, so he won't hear her. "He's...dead..." I said in utter seriousness, without a tint of guilt or remorse but no satisfaction either. She stares at me, trying to see in my eye if I'm lying. "No, he can't be...how!" she yells.

"You killed him..." Kevin whispers harshly. I shoot him a look and he soon shut his mouth. Stupid boy, does he really want to pick a fight with an insane murderer? "Shut up Kevin! No one killed no one and that's that!" Mother starts to panic and begins to pace. Whether she believes I killed him or not, there is still a corpse upstairs. "Can we make it look like a suicide?" she asks me. I can't believe she's conspiring to get rid of her husband. Well, I guess the fear of prison and the years of abuse sends the remorse factor down to nil. "The corpse is burned..." I explained to her shortly.

"Really? Well, we could say in a fit of rage he was swinging his beer around and went to light a smoke and POOF! He just burns up..." she says in a panic toned. It sounds reasonable, I mean everyone knows he drinks and smokes so it's no big deal. Besides, our police force isn't like CSI; they are not equipped with the smarts or technology to figure it all out. I walked back upstairs and I pour some liquor on the body, to give it the ol' smell of booze. I drank the rest of the beer and through the empty bottle in the room with my 'toys'.

The police came in and out of the house the rest of the night but there are no leads that it wasn't a suicide. They believed my mother and her tears...but they weren't forced. I stayed in my room and just sat on my beat up bed. I look out the window to see the lights are going away, finally. My hands start shaking again, I can't stop fucking shaking! I already smoked a pack but I still continue to shake. Maybe, I'm regretting my whole murder. It's not like I can take it back, it's over and done with! I think I'll take a walk...maybe I'll calm down.

It starts to snow again, but I'm so hot I'm sweating my balls off. I just keep walking around, not really knowing where or why I'm walking. I look over and I see everyone has his or her lights out. No wonder, it's like three am. No one would be up, except maybe Tweak but he's so fucking paranoid. I pass every nice home on the block, nowhere near as shitty as mine. I stop to see Reighlie's house. I walk to the side of the house and start climbing the ladder thing. I tap on the window gently at first but then a little louder. She stirs in her bed and opens one eye. Oh Christ she almost fell out of the fucking bed!

"I'm going to kill you!" she says through her teeth while opening the window. I started to laugh but I get hit in the head...hard. "Ow!" I yell but I cover my mouth, I don't need her parents hearing me. I crawl through the window and land halfway on top of her. She blushes like mad and I grin. "Why are you here at this hour?" she hisses as she crawls away. "Had to get away..." I said coolly. "Yeah I heard what happened to your dad," she says with an undertone of sympathy. She's in this cute spaghetti strap pajama top and shorts. This maybe the first time I actually see her legs.

"You should wear stuff like that more often to show off your legs." I said with a grin. "Yeah, you and a million other horny guys would want that..." she spat. I sat on her bed and let out a fake yawn. "I need to crash here for the night, do you mind?" She looked at me like I was nuts. "Kenny, you're a fucking loon!" she yells. "Is that a yes?" I ask while taking off my shirt. She rolls her eyes but nods in accord. "My parents are leaving early so it'll be cool," she says with a sigh. I walked out into the hall to use her bathroom. I need to clean off some of this blood off of my hands. That would look improper...heh...

I walk in with only a blacklight on, giving the room a more mysterious look. I walk toward the bed and felt that she's already lying down. "Other side..." she murmured. I crawled right on top of her anyway, because I'm an asshole. She shoots up but I pin her down. "Ken-" I cut off her yell with my lips. I press my body against hers and I placed my hands on her hips. She gives in and laces her fingers around my neck. I press harder, trying to slide my tongue in every other place I didn't reach before.

She breaks the kiss and looks at me with those beautiful green eyes. I graced her cheek with my fingers, pushing away a strand of hair. "You're so beautiful..." I whisper in her ear. She smiles like she never heard such a compliment. I kiss her on the cheek and then on her neck. I start to bite into her flesh like a hungry vampire. She moans in satisfaction as I go lower. I kiss the middle of her breasts before the top covers. I start to play with the buttons on her top and soon I had her topless. I kiss her stomach tenderly and I look up. She flips me so now I'm on bottom, not a bad view.

She starts buttoning back her shirt, to my dismay. "No..." she says in a hard tone. Shit...I forgot she's not easy. I guess I went too far for her taste. "I'm...I'm sorry..." I apologize solemnly. "Kenny, if you think that this is just going to be another good time...then you should leave..." she says in a cold but shaking tone. "But..." I tried to explain, "I didn't mean to..." I bite down on my lower lip, actually that would be a lie. She gets up and covers herself with a robe. I take my shirt and shit and just climb out of the window without a goodbye. "I'm sorry that I cannot give that to you...but I was hoping maybe I could give you something else..." I hear her before a sob.

I keep walking around till I get back to my room again. The time read four o'clock. I couldn't hold my tears for long. I throw everything around in a fit of rage. I cannot see straight. "Kenny...why are you crying?" I hear behind me. I look to see Deirdre, but my height. Her skin is not a pale blue but a pale fleshy color. Her hair is still blue and her eyes are still gray but she's wearing a nicer black and gray dress and she lost the wings. Her smile is still sad; after all she's the queen of depression.

"It's nothing," I say while wiping my tears. She wipes one with her finger, she has a cold touch. Suddenly I feel like complete shit. "So why are you normal height?" I ask her. She just shrugs her thin shoulders as she sprawls on my bed. Funny, she could be a great playboy if she laid off the crazy depressions…heh, pixie porn star…that is funny. "Why were you crying?" she asks. I just shake my head. "Just a girl..." I mutter bitterly. "Oh, but it was that particularly special red headed girl..." she says with a smirk. "Leave it..." I warn her. "Oh, poor darling, I guess she wasn't ready...what a shame...and she gave you the boot?" she said with false pity. I give her a glare, a sure sign to shut the fuck up.

She motioned me to sit down and I reluctantly obeyed. She placed her hands on my shoulders. Again, I started to feel even more melancholy than before. She started whispering things in my ear. "She stomped on your heart like a cockroach. You will only suffer heartaches in your life because no one will ever love you. Why live with that when you know of the wonderful things beyond the bone and flesh? Leave this place..." But the phone ringing cuts her off. I try to pick it up but her grip is strong. "They are not worth listening to...no one can help you..."

Hey this is Kenny, I'm not here, probably getting laid. So, um...shh I'm trying to do this thing babe, yeah leave your name and a message and I'll get back to you when I can...oh that's nice...right there...BEEP!

Kenny! Kenny it's Kyle, you there! Come on pick up, my mom woke me up to tell me your dad was on the news!

"Kyle!" I yell in surprise. Why the hell is he calling at this hour? "He won't help you..." Deirdre warned but I picked up the phone anyway. "Hello?" I answer before he hung up.
"Kenny! God, I heard what happened to your dad! Are you okay? You sound like shyt!"
"Kyle...I'm in really bad shape...I don't think I can do this..."
"What are you talking about? Were you...were you crying! Oh God, what's going on?"
"I'm giving up on everything...I'm done with this game, I'm out...they win..."
"Kenny! No! Who's they! You're not thinking- NO! Don't do it Kenny, it's not worth it!"
"Kyle, I'm tired, I need rest, and this is the best..."

Before he could object I hang up the phone and unplug the cord. I walk around in my bedroom to find my pocketknife under a pile of shyt. "That's good, Kenny, just slice your wrists and you'll be gone." I hear her voice echoing through the room. Her voice is so soft and harsh at the same time. Suddenly, I start coughing and I can't stop. I drop the knife with a clang.

Clyde appears and kicks the knife under the bed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING KID!" he screams, "YOU'RE ONLY SUPPOSED TO KILL, NOT BE KILLED!" Deirdre pushes him away like an annoying dog and helps me up. "Leave him alone, Clyde, you had your little fun but now he wants rest..." she hissed.

Clyde suddenly leaps and locks his jaws on Deirdre's arm. He slices into her arm with his teeth and claws. She screams in pain and smashes him into the wall. He releases his grasp and goes for her leg. Deirdre is enveloped in a cloud of smoke and in seconds she's normal size. "YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" she screams. I don't think I ever hear her scream. She lunges for his throat as he throws her into the ground. It's rather amusing to watch figments fight amongst each other.

While they were fighting I try to find my knife. I finally find it and I keep it steady. Deirdre pushes Clyde off and flies to me. Clyde follows and floats over as well. "Yes, do it nice and deep." she says with a grin. She looks a bit too happy to be depressed. Clyde keeps on shouting but I tune him out. "Well...I guess it's the end..." I say with a sigh. I press the blade and I can feel it go in. Blood comes out and it mixes with the metal and my skin. I hold my breath, as I get ready to slice.

End of Chapter XII

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