Chapter 6
Forsaken*
March 30, 1977 (Wednesday)
12:00 a.m.
Once the blindfold was removed Hyde knew exactly where he was. His old house
as if it was supposed to mean something to him, it really didn't, and it wasn't going
to start meaning something to him now just because he was kidnapped by psycho twin
brother.
"Home sweet home, brother."
The old couch where Edna used to fuck her boyfriends and where he would do the same with
random slutty girls pre-Jackie because he didn't want to use his bed for that purpose.
It smelled like urine from the various animals that came in from the broken windows.
There was a small hole in the boards and an even bigger one in the left hand corner where
someone threw a rock.
And the last time Hyde drove by here there was a condemned notice on the property, but he didn't
know the date of demolition.
Why back here?
"I don't feel like undoing the tape on your mouth yet….I bet you're thinking…why back here? This
place has a charm about it…as long as you don't mind the rotted furniture and the
cockroaches. It really doesn't look all that different from when I last came here….."
You came here?
"You're thinking, I came here? Yes, I did. In more ways than one. Edna thought I was
you. Even though she gave birth to twins….and I only had 1 pair of sunglasses that
didn't look like yours….didn't have your watch or your ring…and yet, she never
questioned that it wasn't you. That's true Mommy love. Do you want to know how I
killed her? I bet you do…..this is a good story. I'd make popcorn, but we have no
electricity, oh, it's just like the old days!"
He sat on the couch and put Hyde's legs on his lap.
"Let's see…right before you went to live with those wonderful sickening
Forman's…..guess what? I put a sleeping aid in Mrs. Forman's tea….and it worked! I'm
so handy like that….."
You bastard
"I am a bastard and I know it. Let's see…close your eyes, this is a great bedtime story.
Edna was in the kitchen putting together the slop she calls food…on those rare days she
cooked…..I just stood there, I didn't have to do much…she called me useless and hit
me upside the head…I put my arms around her and for a minute there I thought she
wanted it, I mean she's a whore, right? I pointed my gun at her and she thought she could
fight back, so I had to beat her up a little and then I shot at her foot…..you could never
tell with the mess of a floor that it was blood…could've been ketchup. She said she was
going to call her boyfriend at the time to take care of me, it was magic, I threw her
against the wall, and I told Mommy we were going to have sex in the bedroom…but I knew
I couldn't shoot her, not here….that woman you thought was Edna on the phone was
just some chick I met who kind-of sounded like Mommy, who I told to call you….cause you're a stupid
moron….anyway back to my story…I fucked our own mother….and she thought it was you! She never thought it
was the twin she gave away….why is that? You probably think I'm sick…and guess
what maybe, I am…Ssh…don't tell anyone, okay?"
His twin ripped the tape off; it was a great sensation like popping bubble wrap.
"You can talk now, sweet brother."
Hyde's eyes got wide. "You killed Edna?"
"No, she thought you killed her, that is after you raped your own mother. Shame on you,
Steven."
He wanted to throw up. As much as he hated his mother and he wished horrible things
upon her person all the time, she did not deserve to die in such a cold and callous way.
"You're sick."
"You really don't get it, do you?"
He had the same habit of taking off his sunglasses
when in deep conversation, "You are so dense if you thought Edna went off with a
trucker…if I tell you where the body is you might think differently. When it was over,
I strangled her, wrapped her in a carpet, and dumped the body in Michigan…I even
took your place once before, try and figure out when!"
"You are beyond insane! Even Edna didn't deserve that end…."
"Aren't you noble? You don't know when I took your place? I did when you and your
idiot friends got arrested for being in a stolen car. I had lemon squares from Mrs. Forman,
I cased the house, bonded with Red because "my life was just soo damn hard", and I took
one of your shirts. When I realized I could actually get away with being you…. well, here
we are today in this glorious house! Then I stuck around lurking when Eric came home,
he actually told his father, he was in jail, Red didn't believe the wimp, so there you
go…..I knew I could be you…living the dream!" He tapped Hyde's kneecaps.
"You could just kill me now….isn't that what you're going to do anyway?"
"In time….I just thought we should have some brotherly time in this house….it's nice,
ain't it?" He went to kiss him on the lips.
"Fuck you…" the only thing he could do was turn his head away.
"Now there you go…here we are having this nice time….and I was going to tape your
mouth back up, now I have to take my lighter out of my pocket and burn you in places
that won't be noticeable. …..I don't want to do these things, brother. Why do you make
me?" He took out the red plastic Bic lighter out of his side jeans pocket as Hyde tried his
best to not let this fucker win by giving him absolutely zero satisfaction.
April 1, 1977 (Monday)
1st day
1st victim**: Fez
Hyde was driving his El Camino under the impression that he and Fez would cruise
around looking for chicks with self-esteem problems. He parked the car behind the vacant
house on Sherman.
"Why are we parking here, Hyde?"
"You didn't see her, man?"
"Who was Fez supposed to be seeing?"
He deserved to die just for that annoying way he talked in the third person sense.
"How did you miss the rack on that chick that walked by?"
All of the neighborhood kids used the empty to pool to make out in the dead of night;
they couldn't bring their kegs since they were busted after Jackie's mother showed the
house a while ago because the police were on the lookout for underage drinking parties.
The house was still on the market.
"It must have been when I was checking the stuffing in my new tight pants!"
"Okay, that's too much information, let's get out of the car."
He watched as Fez ran ahead of him.
"Hyde! I found something better than a chick with a big rack…. a bag of candy in the
pool! Lots and lots of candy, it's a dream come true!" He grabbed his find and decided to
eat his goods.
Hyde sat on the edge of the pool watching his friend.
It was only a matter of time; he rubbed his hands together for warmth.
April 2, 1977
Point Place Chronicle
Foreign Exchange Student Dies of Drug Overdose
Found dead in swimming pool in the vacant house on Sherman
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Author's Note: *Chapter title from Marla's Lost.
**First fatal victim of the basement gang, but not the first victim of
the doppelganger.