Before I could even open my eyes, I felt my body being thrown at a wall. My head bounced violently off a picture frame, breaking the glass. I soon felt pain and blood ooze down the back of my head. My eyes shot open, I looked at my father... Sebastian Jacob Niccals, who glared at me, with one hand gripping my throat. I looked down at myself... I'm a kid again... My body was small and weak and younger. My skin was less green and I was shocked at my apparent age jump.
"You lil' pussy, you're lucky I don't kill you right now!" My father was telling me. I remembered this day instantly. It was the day I stood up to my father and told him I wouldn't perform in those stupid talent shows that he made me and my brother, Hannibal, do. I often won and he would use the money for booze and shit like that. Sure there were many times before, that I could have gone farther in the past where his abuse scarred me, but I came specifically to this moment in time for a reason. Now I had the chance to redo my confrontation.
Even though I was technically much younger, in fact only 9 years old, I surprisingly still had the strength of my adulthood. I quickly pushed my father off of me. He doubled back in surprise of my apparent strength of a grown man. I began talking to him, my voice a 9 year old's, but my vocabulary much more advanced.
"What's the matter, 'Se'Bastard'?" I chuckled to myself.
My father regained posture then bellowed, "What the fuck did you call me?"
I laughed, then answered, "You heard me, asshole. Hey guess who's gonna be in famous band one day? Eh, certainly not Hanni bro." I said, my voice reaching a dangerous level.
My father lunged at me, and I hit him. I punched him in his nose, kind of like pay back for all the times he had broken and misshapen my nose.
"I'm going to tell 'ya, whats gonna happen in the future, mate." I told him, pinning him to the floor and beating him senseless. It would have probably been the strangest thing for anybody to see; a 9 year old, pinning his father on the floor beating him to death, but nothing was ever normal in my life.
My father had now gained a bloody nose and eye, his cheeks lined with cuts and bruises made personally by me. He suddenly kicked me off of him. I hit the floor with a thump but I got up instantly.
"Basically, you've abused me mentally and physically my whole life. Quite frankly, I've come from the future, mate. And guess what? I got the power to change this, to change it all. So bloody listen up, mother fucker!" I yelled at him, my father stared back at me in fear and silence, and he probably thought I had lost my marbles.
Suddenly the bedroom door burst open. Hannibal looked from me to my father in bewilderment as my father was badly beaten and I barely a scratch on myself, besides the glass sticking out from the back of my head.
"What the 'ell?" Hannibal exclaimed. Sebastian decided it was time to hit me back, and he poorly aimed a blow to my stomach. I dodged out of way, stumbling on my own feet and rolling on the floor ungracefully. Blimey, I was clumsy little bloke when I was 9. I thought to myself. I was right next to my father's bed. I had learned in my late teens that my father had always kept a small gun for protection under his bed.
A creepy smile spread across my face as my hand dove under his bed and felt the gun. I pulled it out quickly. I then pointed it to my father. Hannibal gasped with shock. My father breathless as he put his hands up in surrender. Still pointing the gun at my father's head, Hannibal made a move to get the gun away from me. I then pointed it sideways at both of them.
"Karma's a bitch, ain't she, mate?" I said and in one swift move, I pulled the trigger.
My father collapsed to the ground, clutching his bleeding chest. I laughed evilly. Then with the gun still in my hands, I left as Hannibal rushed to our father. I pulled the coin out of my pocket and held it as I shot a bullet at the light-switch in the bedroom. It was daytime, so this didn't affect the lighting in the room. The bullet had pierced the the switch and now created a hole that exposed the energy filled wires. I poked my finger in the hole and touched these wires. As electrocution burned my body, I thought of the present. How wonderful it would be now. I had saved myself from years of abuse...
When the pain faded, I opened my eyes with a smile on my face. My eyesight adjusted to a dimly lit room... not a room, but a jail-cell. Damnitt! I thought as I looked around to my surroundings. Everything was cement. In front of me were large metal bars. I was bounded to chains. That was new, I never had I been chained in any prison. I could still get up, chains allowed me with enough space to walk to a single toilet and a bed, and a chair with a desk. The cell was actually quite empty. I walked over to the bars, but I couldn't even touch them as the chains held me back.
As I walked, the chains scraped against the floor with an eery noise. At this noise, a guard peered around the corner. He chuckled and looked at me like I was a caged animal, a newspaper locked in his hands.
"Look who made the front page." The guard sneered and threw the newspaper through the metal bars of the jail cell. The newspaper landed next to me. I picked it up and began reading it, my chains rustling with my every move.
"IT NEVER ENDS WITH JUST ONE MURDER:
February 22nd ,
Several years ago, nine year old Murdoc Alphonce Niccals shot his father, Sebastian Jacob Niccals in the chest. The bullet punctured his heart and killed him instantly. Murdoc Niccals was then sent to juvie. He spent most of his childhood and early adulthood there, each time earning more sentences due to petty theft.
Last week, the now adult Murdoc Niccals, shot his brother, Hannibal Niccals in the head. Hannibal Niccals died from the bullet wound and brain damage within five minutes. Niccals was trialled and found guilty from many witnesses, as Niccals had shot his brother in public. Today, February 22nd, Murdoc Niccals will be carrying out the death penalty for manslaughter..."
My breath caught in my lungs as I stared at the paper in disbelief. I had fucked up the future so badly that I was sentenced to the death penalty. Oh, fuck...oh, fuck. Sweet, Satan, how the 'ell am I gonna get myself outta this one...? I questioned myself in my head. I paced around the small, compact cell. My chains continuing to rustle.
"Might as well relax, Niccals. You got two minutes until its time..." The guard told me. I began breathing hard. With coin in my pocket, I pulled it out and stared at the damn thing. Look at what you got me into! I wanted to shout at the inanimate object.
"I don't want to die..." I whimpered to myself, but the guard heard this.
"Don't you think the people you murdered thought the same? Did they want to die?" The guard said as he began to get the hand cuffs ready. I slipped the coin back in my pocket and stared down to the floor in fear. My heart pounding. Sweat began to collect on my back as the guard unlocked the jail cell and slipped in.
"Hands." The guard ordered. I did what he said. The guard hand-cuffed my wrists together. He then unlocked the chains and led me in a room. The room was brightly lit and white. Many cabinets sprawled across the wall. A sink and garbage can under these cabinets. A single chair in the room. The guard led me to this chair to sit.
"May I serve my sentence with an electric chair instead of lethal injection?" I said but the words squeaked out of my mouth like I was a mouse.
The guard laughed, "We haven't done that since the 70's." My heart thumped against my chest as the guard pulled a needle filled with fatal liquid from a cabinet. I was still hand-cuffed and strapped to a chair, but that wasn't going to stop my escape.
I looked everywhere around the room for a power source as the guard prepared my demise. I then launched myself out of the chair. I wasn't strong enough and instead stood up with the chair still strapped to my torso. I then bolted to the door. I managed to open it as I tripped out of the room with the chair still attached to me. The guard ran with ease after me. The needle in his hands and ready to be be stabbed into me. The poison like venom from a snake, coursing through my veins until it killed me. I had been close to biting the dust before, but this was one of the worse. I was just skimming the avoidance of death.
I clumsily dashed forward when I saw the nearest power outlet in the long hallway. I was so close to it when pain struck my neck. The guard had caught up to me and a needle embedded in my neck, protruding out. The guard squeezed the cold liquid out of the needle and into my bloodstream. I slowly fell face first to the floor. The power outlet inches from my face. I felt my heart slow from the lethal injection. I guess this is the end for Murdoc Niccals. I thought dolefully to myself...