Chapter 2: Michael Gets in Trouble
Michael drops the bloody knife, and smiles maliciously... He runs down the stairs, and out to the front-law, just as his parents come home. "I told you they'd be home at ten!" his sister's voice echoes from inside the house.
"You're supposed to be dead!" the child screams, as the car which houses his parents comes to a complete stop.
"Oh yeah!" she whispers, and speaks no more. (Thank God.)
The door of the car opens, and Michael's drunk parents stagger out, "What're you doing out here, son?" his mother asks, as Michael brandishes the bloody knife.
"Uh-oh, Mikey-oh," his father says, staggering, "Did you kill another sister and/or babysitter?"
"I guess so," Michael says, as his mother pulls off the "scary" mask.
"Michael," his mother warns, "That wasn't very nice. Now you give me Mr. Knife, while your father and I think up a suitable punishment for your clearly ADD-related killing sprees."
"Punishment? Do I have to!"
His mother nods, "That little rascal," she whispers, "What are we going to do about him?"
Her husband shrugs his shoulders, "Well... Boys will be boys..."
She clucks her tongue, "He was such a nice little boy before the killings... So normal; he'd laugh when you would hit me, or when I would try to commit suicide. Now..."
"He needs some time-out," he replies, as a hangover settles in, "I think we should send him to the cuckoo's nest..."
"Cuckoo's nest?" Michael called from the front-porch, "YIPPEE!"
