Memoirs of the Corrupted

~They say home is where the heart is..feh whatever..kind of like a bird in hand is worth two in the bush…I have no bird I have no fucking bush…and yet I survive, the harshness of this cruel world..pushing on each day, passing judgment on those who take their humanity for granted. I’m a monster you say..why don’t you take a good long look in the mirror..you sin everyday..and according to your god..a sin is still a sin..~

~the car moved steadily down the highway, pulling off on the Wilkinson Boulevard exit..sometimes he wondered if he had made the right decision..teaming with the darkness that slowly ate him from the inside out..yeah it was either that..or work like a dog at the local Wal-Mart..yeah I guess eternal damnation really isn’t so bad after all..chuckling, blaring on the horn..another fucking old person behind the wheel…why the hell was it that the older you became the bigger your car got..~ MOVE YOUR ASS! ~laying on the horn again, speeding around the caddilac..flipping the blue haired lady off. continuing down the road..~

~he counted mentally, one light. two lights..on the third he pulled into the turning lane making a U turn. pulling into the shopping center parking lot..parking in front of the target, he stepped out..heading into the store. a few years back he actually had worked at this location..well he should say showed up..cause he slept most of the day away in the towel back stock, smiling..grabbing a cart..heading towards the tool department. belt sanders..~ Great..selection..not.. ~taking the Black and Decker one, placing it in the cart. moving on..a few more items caught his eye..super glue..a memory surfaced..shaking slightly..as the world changed before his eyes..Kymberly..a nice little blonde hottie…at the time she was seventeen. he was twenty. unlike most we felt the few years that separated us couldn’t stand in the way of our love..to bad her father didn’t feel the same way…a retired FBI agent. not to good of one I must say..cause not till six or so months in to our relation ship did he know I was twenty..chuckling..brought him back..glancing into the cart..seems the wyrms had there own thoughts of how to deal....car battery..box cutter. jumper cables. seven of those bungee straps…a sewing kit....along with one of those spacious book bags on wheels..~ Wow that’s damn convienient.. ~standing in line he waited, reading a few of the tabloids~ Wow, six hundred pound baby born.. ~being any where else other than Gastonia he would have been worried, buying such a strange assortment of supplies…but most people could count there IQ’s on one hand in this god forsaken county, smiling making a bit of small talk as the cashier rang him up~ Thanks..

~taking the bags he went back to the car, sliding in preparing. placing all the stuff neatly in to the bag, zipping it up..stepping out of the car, placing it on his back..he began to walk towards her house…taking the back way from behind the shopping center..pushing past the trees, and shrubbery moving swiftly towards the destination, wincing as another leak appeared in his repression..crying..sounds of heart-felt sobs thumped carelessly against his ears. his voice..hate filled..rage stricken…he stormed into her house that one faithful day..when she had cheated on him. Christmas day..birth of our lord…felt more like the death..yanking the damn expensive as hell electronic organizer he bought for her at Christmas off of the table …cursing furiously at her..slut..bitch..whore…the branch snapped hard against his face enough to bring him back..as he glanced at the brick house, there was no love lost for this one..fuck no…this was more so out of enjoyment..~

~through the darkness, he slowly crept…flating as best as possible against the side of the house. what the hell was the point of a garage..if you never closed the damn doors, why was he bitching, only made things easier for him..pulling the small leather case from the jacket pocket, gently opening the screen door..unzipping the zipper..pulling the lock pick tools..going to work..the gratifying, thunk graced his ears as he slipped in..closing the door quickly..locking it..the layout quickly refreshed into his mind..he headed down the stairs..into the basement..at one time it had been an apartment..but now it appeared to be a game room. another memory came…reaching the final step, she had always been a horny little bastard..can’t say I wasn’t either..visits to her house were a daily thing. today was a mutal agreement to get off, here and those damn volley ball shorts..the top curled down, her ass cheeks hanging slightly out of the bottom..teasingly so..tank top..breasts just ready to bounce out..she leaned over the sink teasingly..whispering softly..begging to be filled, of course as a gentleman never did he say no..yeah some wild times..his hand on her shoulder, as he thrust deep inside her over and over..never stopping till she had been satisfied..even when her father yelled from the top of the stairs, she answered as he pounded her..the Elvis clocked chimed bringing him back..~ Fucking whore…

~setting up was easy, the space was broad, and sound proofed thanks to her old man and his little obsession with surround sound systems..placing each item neatly on the cheap couch, turning ascending the stairs..stepping to the sides to lessing the creak factor..turning the knob gently at the top. easing it open..peaking through the small crack at first..clear..pushing it all the way open now…listening at first. her wooden slat screen door was closed..good she was home at least..moving quietly he inspected the rest of the house…empty..someone was evidently smiling upon him..either god..or satan..he could care less..stepping back through into the kitchen..wincing…trying the fight the upcoming memory..whimpering slightly~ No..not fucking now.. ~he fell quietly to one knee holding his head in his hands…sure everyone had his or her problems..Kym sure had her share. they had gotten a place in Midland..she had wanted out of her house so damned bad..and being the man…it was up to him to make it so…who cares if it is a trailer..who cares if it wasn’t in the best shape..all he needed was her and that’s what made him happy…sickness filled his nose..the vomiting…stomach flu had sit in deep with me that season. putting me down for a few weeks…young and arrogant. she had to have a life..had to get out…she carried the small seed of life that had been planted in her. by both of them. four months were behind them..just five more to go..the anger…god more pain..the arguing..and the death…she screamed and ranted on..while he laid there sick..hurting..the chair..his child..dead..she had forced herself down on the back of the chair…causing his child to be aborted..one of the things he had so longed for in this fucking crazy world…now it had been stripped away…puking had brought him back..as a few of the wyrms had been set free..wriggling about in the filth that was splattered across the floor…heavy breathing..perspiration..glancing up..he cursed in his mind as she stood there…same as before..older..~

~the shrill voice grabbed his attention..though he cared less for what she was saying…slowly backing up..she began to run..cursing..bursting up sprinting..crushing the wyrms under foot as he chased after..her room door slammed and locked~ FUCK! ~no time was left, she had a phone soon the 911 call would be placed..and the whole plan would be ruined..slamming his shoulder hard against the door it gave way, drawing a single .50 cal. silenced of course..firing a few rounds at the base of the phone, watching as it shattered spraying across her..a shrill scream escaped her throat as he tackled her, slinging his glasses off, snarling rearing head back slamming it across the bridge of her nose…she laid still…rolling over on his back he panted..~ I must be getting slack…~cursing he slowly sat up reholstering the gun, gathering his wits..standing, he retrieved the glasses placing them back on, he grinned..things weren’t so bad..just had to work a little bit harder for this one. no biggie…straightening his clothes, lighting a cig with one hand, grabbing her hair with the other..dragging her out of the room..and down the stairs..the soft thud of her body hitting each step..easing her down..as they reached the basement floor~ Ohh my whorish little angle…this will be my greatest work yet..

~rummaging through the trash..taking a discarded plastic cup, letting it fill to the top with water from the little sink that was located in the kitchen..walking slowly over to her glancing down..lust had once filled his heart for this little bitch…now only rage did..hot unadulterated rage…the kind of hate that could get a person in trouble if they didn’t know how to control it…placing the cup down, taking a few of the bungee cords tying her hands together then her feet, sliding a sock from her foot he stuffed it gently into her mouth, taking the cup..slowly at first..he emptied the contents on her face, chuckling as she managed a gasp..opening her eyes throwing the rest of it on her, the white shirt clung to her..the flesh color blending through…standing now..glancing into those vile blue eyes. repressing the thought of simply crushing her throat with his boot~ You know Kym…your about worthless…I thought after you left me..you had all these big plans..and look at you..still at home. sucking off your moms’ tit..fucking pathetic..

~smiling, as those words struck a cord within her..yes..feel the helplessness that I once so long ago felt when you used me..~ What’s really funny is that it has just begun…~taking her by the hair again, dragging her to the middle of the room..retrieving the box cutter from the little arrangement of tools. letting the blade slide across the shirt then across the shorts..pulling the clothing away..no panties…figures, grinning as he spoke~ You know that could lead to a yeast infection…you got to much cheese on your taco? ~staring down at her nude body, the wyrms begged for control..yet he fought them off..perhaps for some lost feelings for this one…yeah right..more like he wanted to be the cause of the pain…instead of letting the darkness control him..he used it..making him stronger. feed a dog well and it will be your best friend..yeah a regular freak on a leash~..

~taking the blade, letting it slide gently up her belly. not enough to break skin mind you..more for effect, coming to her breasts..playing with each nipple till they hardened in response..~ I bet they get hard when the wind blows.. ~taking the left breast in hand, he cut the slightest portion off the top of the nipple, smirking as the gag caught her screams..~ What? You like that..well if you insist.. ~taking the right one the same way, he slit the top layer, the exact same way..slowly he stood watching her wiggle and scream, as the blood gently rolled off of her in neat little streams, moving back to the tools to choose the next one…perhaps a bit of delight would satiate the dark little friends he carried with him…hefting her up..over his shoulder, taking her to the little used kitchen placing her back on to the counter top…with a flick of his left hand his pants fell as the button was undone..member already hard and swollen with the vengeance craved..her head shook back and forth as the screams were cut short. beautiful rivers of tears graced her cheeks..as he entered her..enjoying it a bit at first..the soft thwap of skin against skin..followed by the soft grunts that escaped his lips. using a power, sharp bards grew from the sides of his prick, cutting the unprotected skin..a fine river of blood seeped from her spattering to the floor below..pulling out he released all over her..simply pulling up his pants buttoning them, walking away..slidding she fell to the floor with a thud..chuckling as he lit the cigarette~ Yeah…John Cougar said it best..Come on baby make it hurt so good..sometimes love don’t feel like it should..

~crouching down, he was lost in thought on what to use next, connecting the jumper cables to the battery..touching the other end together watching the sparks fly..good..now..pulling the super glue from the packaging making sure it was open..he took it laying it aside..walking purposefully back to her..dragging her by the feet closer to the make shift work station…grabbing her by the throat squeezing enough so she couldn’t breath, pulling the sock gag gently out..a few cries escaped no harm though..squeezing a generous helping onto her lips forcing her jaw shut watching as it bonded..pouring a bit more on for safety…taking one of the jumper wires placing on the lips between her legs..the metal dug in as she tried again to scream..cut short by the loss of her mouth..taking the other now..he placed it on the other lip..she began to jerk…the tender flesh sizziling..a short scream escaped as the flesh from her lips was torn..as the super glue broke..but his hand quickly went to her throat squeezing..shoving the sock all the way in..forcing it back closed..sealing it with more glue~ Wow this shit really does work great..

~he unhooked one wire from the battery, placing the other inside her..moving it deeper in..amazing how well of a conductor the body was..~ How sweet it is.. ~pouring a bit more of the glue…letting the wire seal inside of her snatch…flipping her over..he took the belt sander..flicking on the switch..letting it run for a moment..grazing it across the painted concert floor as a savage scuff remained~ Excellent.. ~placing it on her lower ass, he flicked it to turbo, as it began to sand away layers of placing his knee in her lower back he continued to sand across each cheek..till nothing but raw flesh remained..glancing at his watch..snorting..all the damn time this happened..he was just starting to have fun, and always had to jet..shrugging a bit standing..pain wracked her her body, physically exhausted..death would soon be upon her..turing her face up again, taking the sewing kit..he threaded the needle ..sewing each of her eyes closed..with all the precision of a doctor~ And the last thing you will ever see…will be my face princess..remember that when I come to hell for you.. ~he had another great idea, as he began to sew shut the remaining loose skin from the flaps on her vagina, thus ensuring the cable would stay in place…it should anyways..glue..and thread..if not..well he guessed it just wasn’t meant to be..smiling he unhooked the cable from the battery..slidding her over towards the fuse box..opening it quickly he yanked the fuse out taking one last look at her~ You have been judged…and found guilty…~with that he placed the other ends of the jumper cables in the empty fuse slot..sliding in a plastic doorstop in the main break..so it would switch off..she shook. and flopped..nothing quite like the smell of burnt hair..to get you off…~

~it was becoming slightly easier now..like a normal nature. the darkness and him were now almost the same..in the end..how do you stop a killer who isn’t afraid to die…how many will be sacrificed..while he walks any realm…cause in the end is where he began…alone..and you know what..that was fucking fine by me..cautiously he left through the same door. closing it behind him..walking through the woods..back up that same trail..back around to the crown vic that waited always for him, unlocking the door he stuck in a cd..letting it begin thumping lighting a cigarette driving of as the words played on~ Im your dreams when you must sleep..im your hands when you must steal…saaadddd butttt trueeeee…~a short while later he pulled down the dirt road. continuing a short distance pulling into the woods, stepping from the car locking it..standing motionless for a few seconds, he spoke~ I have become, all that which I once hated…the end is where it always begins…~tearing a way into the umbra, letting it seal behind him..he began the journey towards his room at the tavern, eventually making another rip he stepped free..cleaning the gore from his prick. chuckling, putting on a pair of new boxers..he left the room heading down the stairs to the bar, softly he whispered~ Lord, your worries have yet to begin..with this beautiful sin..

Who needs friends?

~Life. It’s nothing but a fucking game..some win..most fucking lose…why is it that a few elite get to live comfortable. while the rest of us sit and suffer..wallowing in miserable self-loathing…well not this guy..to hell with that..I am going to take what’s rightfully mine no matter who or what gets in my damn way….even if it comes down shedding blood to do it..~

~he popped his neck…as he drove down the highway towards Hickory..taking the exit marked..following it around..merging in with the traffic…making a few turns he continued down the road towards his destination at hand…lighting a cigarette..passing by the normal looking brick house slowly..as his eyes scanned the exterior..no one appeared to be home..for now anyways..continung on he went up the street to the apartment complex parking the crown vic..locking up he closed the door behind him heading back towards the house by foot..~ Jayson…~a close friend by many standards..long ago anyways…the memories began..as he shook his head slightly trying to fight them off…as they flooded on through…~

~the friendship gained…best of friends…and a single girl…some boundries of friendship should never be crossed..and when they are..the punishment should follow swiftly..this deed had gone unpunished for far to fucking long…the jury had been summoned and the have reached a verdict..and they find you..~ Guilty.. ~popping a few pills to help the wyrms sleep he moved on ~ God please make it stop.. ~he winced..turning onto the road where the little brick house sat…Mary why had he taken her away..that was his light..during the days of the bi-polarism..it was all he had a grasp upon….and with his charming ways he took her from me…I never took anything from him…why…the question milled over in his head a thousand times..as the darkness corrupted him even more…the times they made love..shaking his head..as he passed the house stepping into the woods a little down the road from the house..taking the long way..pushing a few branches back as he came through into the back yard…moving slowly towards the back door he crouched lifting the doormat up. taking the key..~ Some people never change…

~and when he had her what did he do..cheat..so taking her from him was just some sort of ego thing…he took from me then tossed it away..no one had that power over him…perhaps Pentex..but even they didn’t always know where he was..nor did they know his true intentions and never would. till it was too late. the rage was there…the darkness pushed him on as he unlocked the door..placing the key back under the mat sliding in. closing the door behind him locking it…more memories flooded in…just another day. work then college..they were in computer arts class..his favorite day of the week Wednesday…all through the class he flirted with her..just in a generally good mood…then there was the speech…in her car..~ Harvey…I can’t be with you anymore… ~god the pain…make it stop…I am sure others have felt this before..but each loss is different to each person…my soul died..the tears came~ Why?…I mean I love you..isn’t that enough.. ~she hugged him..highschool sweet hearts. meant to be together forever…yeah right..~ Harvey it’s not you. really.. ~looking at her tears cascading down my face~ Its someone else isn’t it?…yes…who? I deserve to at least know that.. ~you know some things in life a person should just never hear…should..doesn’t meant won’t….that long silence was the worst..it ate at me..was it someone I knew..god please no..~ It’s Jayson..

~he snapped back to reality..a fresh wave of anger splashing his whole being, walking slowly room to room..till he came to the bed room..another memory…another source of pain…funny..how someone can say they will never stop loving you…and how they say they hurt when you do..~ He just satisfies me more… ~more words men should never hear…he felt less like a man as it was..he wasn’t a jock..he was himself..god no one accepted me… reality again..lips forming into a hateful reflection of what was going on inside of him..~ Sorry son of a bitch.. ~he flipped the bed over destroying the room..all that he left untouched was the computer…and that he would take with him..the Cpu anyways…he stood breathing heavily…turning over the dresser..slamming his foot down across the back..shattering the thin wood..he stopped..save it..save the hate..save it for him…breathing hard again..he slowly moved to the kitchen..grabbing a soda from the fridge pulling the kitchen chair out…he sat..waiting…waiting..to exact the torment he had been caused..~

~time slowly passed as he light the cig, taking long passionate draws from it..listening..wating for the sound of that door to unlock…another memory floated to the surface…even though she caused him so much pain…he always enjoyed being around Mary…at the time anyways..she made things seem better in a fashion…and when your all alone some attention was better than none…they sat alone in the car..out by the library..she nestled against me..such temptation..it was hard..would be hard for anybody..lie to your mom cause the shit won’t fly with me..she reached down..massaging his crotch..as he slipped his hand into her pants..caressing her wetness..with the ever gentle touch….the moment seemed to last forever…nothing in this life is forever..nothing..soon she stopped me..taking me back to my car…shut down again..god..make the hurting stop..please…I am so tired…I am not your strong little angel..I never asked to be…no answer as usual…blinking he took a swig of the soda..god the wyrms were relentless…it was going to be a long night…he popped a few more pills..~

~he rested his face in his hands…god..no more please…he cursed his vivid imagination as another memory trickled through ….they laid on the bed together..she asked him to..it was hard to say no…sure some would say I asked for it…but I loved her…did..again..he touched her..only wanting to please..only wanting to make her happy…then she opened her eyes…spouting those words..~ I was asleep..oh my god you raped me.. ~the words struck the soul, literally falling off the bed..images..of the touching and torture he had received as a kid..the running to the car. the driving off. of course he never had done such a thing, sometimes people say stupid things…back to a place he couldn’t even really call home….taking the shot gun from his dads closet. he sat on the bed…crying..hurting..~ Make it stop..I am so tired..please..I can’t be strong anymore… ~the taste of metal in my mouth..the acidic feel against my tongue…finger on the trigger…talking to his doctor. he had been tricked. had been fooled. he pulled the trigger..the harsh click..then nothing..~ Empty.. ~even death had cheated him for release..~ STOP FUCKING WITH ME!! ~the scream echoed across the house..glancing through the lace curtains as the police car entered the driveway..fucking doctor had called the cops..long story short..he was thrown into the seventh floor of the hospital..psych unit…from here on out..people saw only what he wanted them to see..looking up as the sound of the door brought him back..it was time…sitting back he waited…~

~must have been a pay day..caused he carried a few bags of groceries in..almost lost in the routine he carried about each day..he went unnoticed till he cleared his throat..smiling..turning slowly he looked at me~ Wha…WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?? ~Smiling, saying nothing. he didn’t deserve to hear why. not yet anyway~ GET OUT!! I’M CALLING THE POLICE!! ~now he couldn’t have that…pulling the single .50 cal grizzly from his jacket he laid it on the table..that made him go silent~ Hello Jayson..it’s good to see you as well. sit down..now.. ~his voice calm and smooth, but demanded respect. it pissed Jayson off. he could see that..seeing him still not move he picked up the gun pulling back the trigger. seemingly the click was the only thing heard~ I said sit…~his point had been made. sitting across from him..~ How you been…old..fri..oh I about messed up there..how ya been you little prick?.. ~Jaysons eyes narrowed~ Fine you son of a bitch.. ~leaning forward he smacked his hard across the face with the butt of the gun..~ I don’t remember asking you to be creative…fine will suffice…~grinning, this was real power.. this was real control..~ It’s been a long time..Jayson..and you still walk around unpunished for your sin…

~now he was worried, this wasn’t the same Harvey he had known years ago. more violence melted through his features. something darker…more vile…his legs shook slightly~ What are you going to do to me… ~and that grin, it chilled his spine..as he responded to his question~ Make you suffer…make you hurt. like me.. ~standing, walking towards a cabinet..rummaging through it pulling out the canister of Comet..Windex..and luckily a can of lighter fluid..he chuckled..bringing the contents to the table laying them out. sitting back in his original seat..pouring a bit of the powder onto the table. pulling out the switchblade cutting a few lines out neatly…he slid a dollar bill across the table towards Jayson~ Use it..roll it up and snort the lines….are you fucking crazy..that will kill me…naaahh..just make ya sick for now, honestly it’s amazing what a person can live through..take me for instance…NOW FUCKING SNIFF!! ~slowly Jayson rolled the dollar bill up. placing the made up straw in his nose. sniffing the first line. then the second quickly. dropping the straw. holding his head…god I bet it hurt…but this was only the beginning..of his pain anyway~

~he rocked slowly back and forth..puking now and then. stomach cramps ravaged his body..as the comet ate away at the nasal cavity…from behind the mirrored lenses his eyes never left Jaysons…standing he retrieved a glass from the sink..placing it in front of Jayson..leaning in close whispering. gun placed against the back of his neck….the other hand began squeezing some of the lighter fluid in the glass..~ Did it feel good?..I mean taking her from me…betraying me…~rage was building, almost killing him in that instant. he let off the trigger..before he ended the game to quickly~ Hey…since your such a big bad man. you need a stronger drink right?..I mean that weak ABC store shit just won’t do for you.. ~he pushed the glass closer as Jayson slowly reached out taking it, thinking over and over again. just drink it. get it over with…downing the harsh liquid he gagged..choking..vomiting again. stomach ablaze with fire..god he wanted to die..he was right it’s amazing what you can live through..he began to twitch slightly. returning back to his seat..he pulled the empty needle from his jacket pocket..puncturing the Windex bottle..drawing some of the blue liquid into the chamber..tapping the needle to get rid of the air pocket..placing the needle in front of Jayson..~

Now you can take the cowards way out and inject that straight into your heart. or you can show me how much a man you really are and simply shoot it up…~gagging still, foaming at the mouth. his nerves were on fire. and he wasn’t going to give Harvey the satisfaction of torturing him. picking up the needle he went for his own chest..to end this misery, he didn’t even see him lift the gun pulling the trigger as part of his hand disintegrated before his eyes..needle shattering, he tried to scream. his chest to tight from the puking..the chemicals..tears welled and covered his face..the only sound to fill his ears..was that chuckle..make it stoppp..pleaseee..~ Should have figured…if you cooked and cleaned as well as you bitched..I might just have to marry you..straighten up..sit up straight you little bitch.. ~sitting up, clutching the mangled hand to his chest..he managed a whimper~ Your pain is nothing compared to mine…not even close…

~standing he walked over behind the excuse for a male…placing his hands on his shoulder..squeezing gently~ Its almost over..maybe.. ~chuckling as he ran to Jaysons room grabbing a few shirts. jogging slight as he returned..tieing his hands behind the back of the chair….taking off his pants and underware..he pulled one leg apart tying it down. then he pulled the other leg away some tying it..so his crotch laid exposed before him. the phalcid man hood hanging limp under the conditions. tilting his head to the side..he was pretty big, he recalled a statement of Marys..chuckling..guess some bitches need that..grinning~ I should call you hung like horse. but you know the thing about horses is..they were made to be broken.. ~rummaging through the cabinet under the sink he pulled out the hammer, grabbing a few nails..coming back..turning him so that he faced the door…see he had chosen the chemicals carefully earlier..not just some random shit..no these were chemicals that attacked the nerves as they were dispersed throughout the body as it broke them down..it basically made the pain..ten times more effective then just normally doing so. he looked back. checking for the best placement. better gag him on this one..he wrapped the shirt around his head making it tight to not so much hurt..just annoy~

~taking the hammer and a single nail in hand he placed it on top of his right testicale..looking up at his face..pleading begging him to stop~ Welcome to hell.. ~slamming the hammer down, as the nail shot through with the crunch, now a scream erupted from his throat but caught quickly by the gag..~ Awwwww… ~holding the other nail above the left testical..slamming the hammer down again. the same sick crunch blessed his ears..he chuckled. whipping out the switchblade, he took the limp member in his hand. filleting the skin from it..letting it peel back…cursing as the chair shook..seizures had come by now…snorting..he took the other nail slamming it down into the head of the member..standing back a second to admire the handiwork~ You know what.. I should scrap the whole thing.. ~taking the back of the hammer..slidding it under part of the mutilated prick..ripping upward..as blood spilled..and tissue ripped..tossing the hammer down..rage was there now..he had wanted him to last longer…he wasn’t finished..grabbing the lighter fluid. squirting him down with it..he took a bit of blood from his crotch and wrote across his chest "For Mary"~ This is for her…you worthless fuck…

~making his way towards the door. he lit a cig..tossing the match on Jayson..his body engulfed in flames..he made his way back into Jaysons bedroom grabbing up the main Cpu..tucking it under his arm..now he left..turning the knob he went out closing the door behind him…moving into the woods. taking the long way around through the woods. coming out a bit down from the apartment complex. walking normally he unlocked the crown vic’s door..slidding in. cranking the car. turning on the radio as he pulled out making his way from the scene. the radio blared..~ I can feel it coming in the air tonight…ohhh lorrrdd…I been waiting for this moment all my life..ohhh lord..

~He drove the speed limit, no use in getting a ticket. Stopping at the red light as the music thumped behind him from the twelve’s he had bought Jeanette so long ago. So much love..only to have it ripped from his grasp each and every time. pulling into the shopping center..stepping out..pulling the jacket off..taking a wet nap from the glove box cleaning his hands throwing the trash to the ground he headed into the Best Buy..flicking the cig away as he entered..grinning, stepping into the computer department..as he was swarmed with salesmen..~ How can we help you sir.. ~smiling~ I need a flat screen monitor. and I need the attachments for wireless Internet..and no I don’t want your insurance or anything else...I’ll be up at the front.. ~he left and waited as the equipment was brought to him..paying he left the store..a new plan had formed in his head..remembering the carefree nights of role-playing on the computer..he would corrupt using the web…of course with a little help from the boys at Pentex..he would lay the plan out to them in some degree..enough to get a promotion..and the technology backing that he needed..starting the car..he drove off..heading a few miles before coming to the dirt road~

~pulling the car down the dirt path, he switched off the engine…another piece of him had died tonight..god the wyrms were getting stronger…he breathed heavy…looking up at the night sky..he silently whispered..~ If you had answered me…just once.. ~he locked the door. ripping his way into the umbra. traveling towards the realm of the tavern..one step closer to the edge..and I am about to break…tearing a way into his room. letting it seal behind him. cleaning the bit of blood that had splashed onto him off into the sink…he sprayed a bit of cologne on…just a bit..heading out the room..down towards the bar~ Forgive me father..for I have just begun to sin…

The End Justifies the means..

~The smoke slowly drifted from his mouth, speeding down I-85…love was kind of like a sleeping limb…dead one minute. Then back to life the next. Then you had those pins and needles…not something you can’t live through but bothersome nonetheless. he turned off onto the Belmont exit. coming to a stop..waiting for the light to change~ God, this is a time of darkness that no one can see because of their disillusioned way of thinking..and you know what..I love every minute of it..

~turning left he continued down the road, the memories were coming. the wyrms were awake. and they wanted to be fed~ it will be soon my little friends.. ~and then they came, junior high..a new town a new start..you want to see some of the cruelest fuckers in life. visit your local school..yeah that’s right a school..everyday kids are treated like scum by their own kind nonetheless..it was hard. parents having split up..constant fights..having to decide what parent to go with…but all that went away when he met her…somehow the days went by easier. the smell of her hair. those crystal blue eyes that made you feel like everything was going to be alright..but with life each takes there own..letting it shape and twist them. making them the adults of tomorrow. he blinked back to consciousness…parking in front of the junior high…gazing about the brick structure..the tacky green paws painted on the sidewalk. glancing over his right shoulder..he could see her house from here..~

~starting the car he pulled off again. taking the next right following the curves. pulling into the local park..cutting the car off..watching..lots of activity..children playing…visions of a mass slaughter filtered through his mind, the wyrms moved more…~ No. I am meant for more than this.. ~popping a few of the pills, he was getting low…reuping was a priority. had to keep it sleeping. needed to move on...stepping from the car. locking it..slamming it he began walking down the road back towards Mary’s house..being able to repress things was handy but even the best can’t stop all the pain..all the time..and just like an over full dam..he had his leaks..more now than ever. almost as if a videocassette had just been started…a night just like this. a simple walk through the park..issues with family was an everyday thing..walking hand in hand he felt safe with Mary..her smell by itself almost made everything all right..another one of their late night meetings..not under the watchful eye of Jayson..leaning up against the tree..bliss..yes this had to be it..her kisses rained down with so much want it drove him mad at times..and her touch as she took my limp member in her hand..hardening almost as soon as her skin grazed across it..~ I love you. .~the words felt so strong…so right, but she stopped..he had gone to far, why she asked him to be around what was he doing wrong….god what am I doing fucking wrong!..no answer..well not one that satisfied the emptiness that plagued him now..the scene faded..as she walked away. before him stood the house~

~she wasn’t well off by any means..I am being honest for once in my life. her parents had gone through a bad divorce. what do you say when your husband tells you he is gay. after 15 years..yeah my thoughts exactly..it’s pretty fucked up..yeah well so am I..no sympathy lost there..moving around to the back..hopping over the broke down fence..~ Just like pins and needles…nice to know you.. ~moving up to the all-familiar weathered paint job..chips loosened and fell to the parched ground below as he let his hand slide across the building..glancing through the window..Yeah-same old same old..no one home…checking his watch. she would be home first..follwed by her sisters..then their mother..glancing around the area was clear..most stuck to there own business in Belmont…part of him was thankful another part almost wanted the oblivion to come. he sang quietly as he pushed on her bedroom window..unlocked as always..he sang a few words as he slipped in~ I don’t want it noo..nooo..some tell me e open but beware..inside there are things with out a care..so hold me until it sleeeeps…

~inside he stopped, the strange funk..let’s not kid ourselves. Blue-collar people smell different..go in a rich house..and tell me what you smell..oranges..or some other fruits..that’s what you damn smell..but this..more a mixture of dog and her. he fought back the tears, emotional pain is tremendouse..physical pain can be forgotten. eventually it will lessen or simply go away. not emotional..it’s like crack slowly eating away your body till nothing is left but a hollow shell…he could feel his dam of repression slowly started to crack..another memory grabbed hold…laughter was all he heard..as he walked the halls of that college..the way he dressed..his hair..by the gods..it never ended…he sat in the chair staring blankly at the computer screen…his cell phone rung…crying..so much crying..a child lost..Jayson’s child..anger wrapped its arms about him..as he explained to the teacher why she wouldn’t be present for the next couple of days…back in the room..glancing about..cursing under his breath..have to make it sleep~ Please make it go to sleep..please..

~walking slowly into the kitchen, opening the fridge taking out the near empty bottle of soda..and a glass from the dish drainer..he poured the contents into the cup..slidding into a chair. he fought trying to patch and repair the mental state..even after awhile…the strongest break down. when nothing seems fair or right…even the strong have their weak moments…voices began to make there selves present as the past unfolded before his eyes..the smells of green beans..canned biscuits….it’s true sometimes the simplest things in life can bring happiness…watching as the water splashed against her white shirt..exposing neat little portions of her ample breasts..again her arms graced his waist…giving him the strength he was meant for…then that voice that nagging voice…her mother..yeah I can understand how hard it is taking care of your four daughters..all coming of age. but that gave no right to judge me..I made her happy..never did I promise to make her mother happy…the sigh brought him back. knee shaking steadily, placing a hand on the knee stopping the movement~

~taking the glass in hand he downed a good portion of the sweet water..the wyrms quieted. for now anyway. but the rage was only a threads breath away from freeing itself..gripping the table waiting for the moment to pass, standing slowly he moved towards the living room..another memory manifested..~ No, I don’t want to see anymore please.. ~he fell on the couch curling his legs up…god…stop fucking torturing me..please I can’t take it!!..it came anyway..more voices..her voice..his…music videos became a short passion for them both, music videos you say..damn right music videos..how did we make them..easy enough. two VCR’s and one playstation is all you needed nothing more…one video took hours to do. but it was possible…never said it was practical..again laughter..sweet wholesome laughter from the two..funny how when they were alone everything was alright…the mood changed now..they were outside..back steps..she sat..while he cried..tears of the bitterest pain. vile words that scared his heart…how can you say if you could combine two men you would have the perfect man…he was special. and unique..the thought of him and Jayson as one..brought forth nothing but rage..then the dismissal..the small little bark brought him back as he opened his eyes, staring straight into the little Pomeranians black recesses..hand jutting out quickly snapping its neck with a simple little twist, standing he picked the body up slamming it against the wall falling behind the television..standing there he fought for control. the wyrms were hungry and demanded the sacrifice..clenching his teeth as his muscles twitched...fighting it back for now..a drop of perspiration fell to the floor..as the ragged hot breath passed over his tongue out into the air~Send the pain below.. ~the car door shut, as it caressed his ears..had to move. he sought comfort in Mary’s closet..pulling the door shut behind him, the soft clack of the lock opening..he fought for self-control..many emotions sweeping across him as her fresh scent came to him…sorrow..sadness..hate..rage…the small glint from a rouge ray of light that had made its way into the darkness of the closet..against a fine metal. small and intricate..he picked the small charm up..glancing at the cursive H that resided on the gold trinket…biting into his tongue, enough to bleed as the memory ripped to the surface~ Not now please..no.. ~it had been years ago, they traded gifts on that Christmas…each exchanged the small box with one another..laughing smiling…they thought so much alike. as each had gotten the other the same gift but special. A small gold char with an H for her..and a M for him…everything was perfect, rage came as it faded from his minds view…watching now..as she placed the bags on the floor..he almost fell when she began to undress..her large breasts enticing him more so..than others..the lily white of her skin sent chills down his spine..in a ragged voice her whispered to unknowing ears~ God..take it all off.. ~then the pants fell about her ankles. the small white panties that graced her privates made him hard…such simple little things..no more though. the rage was building…then the panties falling loosely to the floor. exposing her womanhood..and curved ass…hand sliding down to his crotch..hard..cursing at such feeble expressions of lust to him..he continued to watch..as she left for the shower..~

~he heard the water running, the drawing back of the curtain..the water against her body..slipping from the closet..crouching down taking the undies into a single hand he let them graze his cheek..only instead of release it brought pain..and loss..never again would he have such a things…but he knew one thing for sure~ Neither would anyone else.. ~the water stopped, he froze almost like a dear caught in the headlights..dropping the white treasure to the floor..he stood..under his coat he shook lightly…the darkness edging him on. forcing himself to stay he sat on the bed..waiting..Self-control was almost an unheard of concept. sometimes it’s like it never existed for him…there she was in the doorway…standing almost in shock..mouth slightly open...it needed to be filled…cursing in his head at that thought.. No..~ Hello Mary..it’s been awhile… ~simply hugging him, tightly as a matter of fact..the scent was almost too much. he crossed his leg slightly as the hardness of the man hood increased. gorging itself with blood..as the breasts pushed against his chest..kissing him for a second the rage died..as she began the multitude of question..where you been?..are you well…then..god..why did she have to say his name~ Harvey..did you hear what happened to Jayson?

~it was almost like instinct, that or the wyrms..once you start down that chosen path..sadly there is no turning back. his features changed, scowling~ Why do you have to talk about him…~she was caught off guard, she always knew when something was wrong. something darker laid within him now..~ He deserved what he got…~gasping she slid back a little..nothing ever stays the same why should she be any different..another fucking bitch that used me and threw me away…funny thing is now. I held the power..and she was about to be used..the voices…make it stop..he winced slightly as his eyes began to water..training was part of everyday life you had to work at being the best..the fist connected with her temple. and she was laid out cold..clenching his teeth. eyes narrowing..the tears were gone..now only the memory remained..~ The jury has reached a verdict Mary…and you are found guilty.. ~pulling the towel from her body, leaving her nude before him, taking a large breast in each hand. kissing them softly..then gracing her lips with the softest of all kisses..as he began to prepare..~

~flipping her over, pulling her up laying the limp body across the footboard of the bed..taking a foot spreading her legs a bit apart…enough so her snatch was exposed for him..even in death Jayson still haunted him..in turn with her death…Jaysons name would no longer curse his ears~ It’s like suffocating..send the pain below.. ~Moving back to the living room he yanked the phone cord from the wall, cutting it in half..walking purposefully back to her. tying each leg to the bottom of the footboard..ripping the cord from her personal phone tying the hands together leaving a bit of slack tying the rest to the headboard...lifting her head up he shoved a sock into her slack jaw..and now he waited. two hours before someone would be here. enough time. taking the curling iron. and the curler set..plugging each up in a free outlet..he waited..taking a cig out lighting it..seating himself on the floor. Indian style…~

~about forty-five minutes passed, before she stirred..slowly…a few low moans passed around the sock, grinning..the need was there…it demanded the payment..pulling the cd from his jacket. placing it in the player..programming it to play number three over and over..hitting pause…he waited…ten more minutes passed seemed like ages..the bonds that held her were now made apparent as she struggled to break free…though no escape came to this little mouse, standing he walked to the bed crouching. tilting his head..as the tears streamed down her face..~ How dare you cry…did you cry when I was hurting…or were you to busy fucking Jayson.. ~pulling down his glasses exposing the yellow pupils to her, a faint muffled scream tried to escape but was cut short~ The Harvey you knew exists Mary, but has long since changed…~standing, moving slowly behind her, placing his hands across that bare ass squeezing, a few whimpers drifted to his ears~ What?..This is all you thought about..all you wanted..my pain meant nothing..today you feel only a fraction of what I still carry with me every FUCKING DAY! ~he had begun to shake again. the darkness rising..he undid the button that held his pants together..taking the throbbing member into his hand as he entered her..the small cries only exhilarated him further..as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh..time was of essence..releasing..he pulled out..~ Sad I used to fucking dream and fantasize about you..the countless nights I masturbated to your image in my mind.. ~pulling up his pants, rebuttoning..straighting himself out..chuckling~ And it wasn’t even any damn good..had to tie a board to my ass so I wouldn’t fall in..

~the lust factor of the darkness had been satiated the other part had just begun..this is where he let the self-control stop..handing the reigns to the wyrms..lighting a cig, he hit the play button on the player..adjusting the volume as the music began to play one of his favorite bands Godsmack "Voodoo"..moving to the curling iron, taking the handle gently in his hand..her cries continued..~ They say..some like it hot…~grinning, making his way behind her..slidding the blazing hot tip into her orifice. slowly inch by inch, the sizzle of the tender meat..as a small bit of smoke wafted its way towards his nose..the sock absorbed scream after scream…as she was scared from the inside..he made sport of it for a few minutes..glancing at the watch that adorned his wrist….forty-five minutes till the sister would be home. he had to speed it up a bit..leaving the curling iron in, he moved towards the curlers..slidding the little container by the bed..crouching down eyeing the work to come..taking a good-sized drag letting the smoke drift gently past his face. placing a hand on her ass..spreading a bit more..taking a curler out..hot, dropping it chuckling, as she continued to scream~ I’m not the one that’s so far away..when the snake bite enters your veeiin....~grabbing it back up,enjoying the pain more so now…few understood with pain came wisdom…its not till you have nothing..~ That you really have everything.. ~with that, slowly the hit curler was pushed slowly, almost with a passion into her anus..more screams came..she was getting really enlightened..the fast and hard way that is..laughing, cig hanging from his lip..as the end of the curler disappeared inside of her…taking up another…forcing this one in harder, as the fragile skin ripped and ruptured…blood poured out. glancing at his watch..she still screamed a bit the life leaving most of her muscles..almost accepting her fate..he snorted..walking to the kitchen~

~rummaging under the sink he pulled out the instant lighter, you know those damn things used to light grills..and the old rusted can of paint thinner. checking the watch..thirty minutes…granting himself ten more …searching through the other cabinets..taking out the roll of masking tape..along with a cheap sandwich bag. now he was ready..eight minutes. hurrying back to the room he prepared..pourning a bit of the thinner across Mary, letting a bit of it trail down the crack of her ass to the privates.. pouring the rest of it into the plastic baggie..sealing it, he tapped it over her privates..~ Almost done sweety..You know Jayson screamed a lot more than you… ~he snickered, as he taped the instant lighter to an old chair..another piece of tape went around the button, holding it down..so the flame would stay lit…he pushed the chair close to her rear..a inch away from the plastic bag..moving to the window he opened it..moving back he planted a soft kiss on her fore head~ You took my heart..now I take your life.. ~he sang softly as he slipped out the window, as the bag burst lighting the paint thinner, as the flame traveled from her privates up her back.. body covered in flames~ Never did I want to be here again..and I don’t know why I came..

~closing the window behind him, hopping over the broken down fence..a single tear slid down his cheek..tounge darting out to catch it..walking down the hill towards the park..watching the children from the distance…he unlocked the car door sliding in, putting a new cd into the player turning up the sound..the music blared as he pulled out, driving off..as the words sang on~ Alll though weeee goooo…to the end of the road…still I can’t let goo…~a child born into sin, never given a chance..another part had died..closer and closer he came to oblivion…but if it meant gaining the renown and respect he so longed for. it would all be worth it…turning off the main road..dust kicked up as the tires kicked out gravel..pulling down the deserted road..as he pulled the vic to a stop a bit in the woods, stepping out locking the door..closing behind, he let out a sigh..ripping his way into the umbra…letting it seal behind him as he made his way towards his room at the tavern..tearing into the realm. he stepped free cleaning himself up…straightening his hair..changing his shirt..he left the room closing the door behind, casually walking down the steps toward the bar, speaking quietly..~ A wise man makes proverbs. fools simply follow..

Once in a lifetime chance..

~In life one has choices. either yes..or no. a million decisions to be made each and every day…what would things be like if you knew the outcome of every thing before you even had to decide..would you choose the correct way so things would go smoothly or would you take the road less traveled…where the purity of pain paves the way..sometimes it’s the pain that makes us who or what we are~

~sitting in the pew..eyes locked on the crucifix that hung on the snow-white wall, he made the motions across his chest..no not catholic but he did always like the gesture. silently speaking~ Father..I come to you today..once your servant.. ~chuckling slightly~ Now probably your greatest enemy..I have a million question, though I doubt you will even answer a single one…~head lowering slightly~ Why?..I mean really why? I believed in you..through all the hurt and pain…and what did I receive?…more hurt..more pain. ~the wyrms were agitated at such a display, but he continued on~ All I wanted was a sign..a sign to show me it wasn’t all in vain…and you couldn’t even give me that.. ~slowly standing, making his way towards the door..stopping looking upon that crucified figure~ It only took you six days to create the world..seems like you would have had the time to help me…but you didn’t..now I pray, Lord that you will have enough room in Heaven for all the souls your about to be sent…~with that said, the door closed gently behind him, sliding into the crown vic..cranking the car..easing out onto the road..towards the coliseum~

~the vehicle road down the highway, pulling onto the exit..slowing down..traffic..yeah this was charlottes great road system..there slogan had to be.."we promise you will move at least a foot a minute"..rolling his eyes. lighting a cig..moving down the road a bit as he lurched closer and closer to the destination..in the distance the board shined bright..in all its gaudy glory "AMERICAN IDOL IN CONCERT"…grinng..this man had plans. this reality singing shit was big..I mean really big. all he had to do was corrupt one..Clay Aikens..that little sausage sucker..~ And the survey says…excellent.. ~pulling into the parking lot. paying the five-dollar parking fee. pulling into his designated space..turning the car off..slidding out locking the door. closing it behind as the voices of the hundreds probably thousands circled about in the air. scanning a few in particular. scalpers were a great asset today..if nothing else..stepping up to the rugged looking gentleman. they began negoations..giving him the three hundred dollars..cursing under his breath..now though he had access..twenty rows back..plus a back stage pass~ I can’t believe I paid that much for a fucking ticket to this shit…~wincing as a few pains shot through his stomach, almost as if the wyrms agreed~

~milling about through the crowd. keeping to himself, as the ticket was handed over..pushing through the turnstile…heading to the snack bar…yeah still even with the changes undergone. did he enjoy the tastiness of those greasy hot dogs and poly-processed cheese nachos. and a cherry coke..taking the food moving to a more isolated spot..devouring the food…little known fact was that the faster you ate the more you could eat…tossing the trash in the container. on the move once again. dodging people here and there…heading towards the area where you could go back stage..sighing as up ahead was the mob of teenyboppers..pushing his way through..till he came to the front..where the three large men dressed in yellow..with staff adorning their chests. motioned for him to stop..holding up his pass..they motioned him through..turning he flipped the young little groupie wannabes off..chuckling heading further back..~ Much better…

~nodding his head slightly, as the classical music played gently..and waiters bustled about. offering appetizers..flagging one he took a glass of wine..moving deeper in ..letting the pheremones begin to secret…smiling as security stood, a short ways off..leaning against the wall..letting his scent filter through the air…glances were coming now…whispers…then they started to come…a hot little number..blond..probably about a double D sized chest..such things really didn’t mean much to him..ass came and went..as did love..and now both were now just tools to further him in this fucked up way of life. making small talk as she laughed and gilled…yeah same as always..then the others came. butting in the conversation..a fiery red head. a burnette..the argument broke out…and the resulting catfight began…security rushed forward trying the break it up…that was the cue..almost like he was never there..he went through the checkpoint..eyes darted here and there..glancing..at the names across the door..stopping as the name Clay was written in dark black ink..a wicked smile graced those lips. as the sharp teeth hidden now laid exposed…gently turning the knob..unlocked..once again his luck paid off..entering closing the door behind..~

~quietly his target slept on the couch provided..locking the door. pushing the pheremones harder..filling the room..stirring in his sleep…imagining what Clay must be going through. the temptation. the lust. and want that filtered into his dreams..kneeling beside the now fever pitched body..chuckling ever so quietly..grabbing his throat..now he was awake. letting his tongue slide across those razor sharp teeth..the blood seeped into the chamber..kissing Clay ever so deeply using a gift..forcing the blood down Clays delicate throat. the war this young singer was about to fight would be futile…gagging under him forcing more and more of the blood through him..pulling out the gun..whacking his temple with a swift strike..pulling away wiping his mouth..~ God…just when I thought I had done some sick shit in my life..I go and kiss an American idol.. ~working swiftly now, writing the short but brief note..placing it in his pants pocket..taking Clays cell phone from the table next to him, programming his number into it…under the name of Judas. replacing it just like he found it..moving back to the door..~ Sleep well little prince..gonna make daddy lots of money…

~cracking the door, peeking out…coast clear..slidding into the hall again pulling the door closed..further down, the pheremones still secreted. as she walked towards him..the makeup artists hovering around her like flies on shit..having to chuckle she stopped just short of him..~ Aren’t you Kelly Clarkson?.. ~she wasn’t bad looking…not in the slightest..not really his idea of sexy either..but hey an extra corruption was always welcomed. she dismissed the help around her..taking my hand in hers..~ Yeah my names Harvey. sure we can go to your dressing room.. ~smiling as she made small talk..her tales of the American Idol tour..feh…about as interesting as the geriatric..nodding..and smiling still as they entered the room. a lot nicer than Clays..but hey..it made no diffrence..she quickly locked the door behind them. pushing him against the wall. passionately kissing him…evidently the need was planted deep within her..and had sprouted into a bulb of untold passion..undoing his pant. taking the limp member into her mouth..sucking…lashing it with her tongue…hey he might not like her music..but the girl evidently had some skills..slight moans escaped past his lips. hands resting on the back of her head. pulling her further down the blood-engorged shaft..stopping she glanced up at him smiling..almost a grin..as she stood sliding out of the tight pants that graced her lower half..the panties next. tossing them playfully against his chest..~

Well looks like I got a horny kitten here.. ~giggling she leaned over the arm of the couch, trying to tease him..shaking her ass a bit..hungrily…of course he would hit it…two of the biggest pop stars right now were about to work for him…moving behind her. teasing with the head of the member against the wetness..shudders..and whimpers were all she could produce…then he entered her..hands griping those hips with untold strength..squeezing..as the sound of slapping skin was heard. thrusting with her movements. as she shuddered as the waves of orgasms passed over and over..pulling her up by the neck squeezing gently..other hand running to her front…between those legs..fingers probing the wetness..as he continued to push into her…invoking the same power he released. as the banes were introduced to there new home..letting her drop across the arm of the couch..snickering as she laid there exhausted..fixing his clothes..button the pants..~ Tell me wheres your miss independent is now?..yeah that’s right…in my damn pants!.. ~quickly taking her cell phone in hand, programming his number into it..along with hers and clays into his..placing it back as it was. cracking open the door..slipping out..~

~cursing that he couldn’t leave the way he entered..blending in as best as one can in this situation. simply following the staff..as he came to the exit..pushing the doors open. stepping out into the night..smiling..feeling a little better now…he began the walk back to the car..whistling a slight tune..singing every now and then~ Whats love got to do with it..whatsss love but a second hand emotion..whhhaattss love got to got to do with it..who needs a heart when a heart can be broken..~taking the keys in hand, unlocking the door sliding in..turning the engine over..backing out leaving this area for the night. the tavern was calling his name…financial backing was a must for the plans he wished t extract..now tell me..how much money do pop stars make…exactly…turning down the dirt road. as the car kicked and spit gravel..pulling into the woods..stepping out locking the door closing it gently behind him..~ Father with your ignorance of my pain and hurt you birthed me…now watch as my children grow.. ~ripping into the umbra..making his way towards his room at the hotel~

~soon..in his mind there would be no good or evil..just him…some little worker ants. prove to be far smarter than they ever let on..and in the end you can either follow…or be crushed by the wake …yeah pretty simple…not really. in the end he would sit back and watch as each side destroyed each other…that’s when he would step in and squash those that remained..taking all under his control..gaia..pentex..whatever..ripping through. stepping into the tavern room..straightening himself a bit..leaving the room letting the door swing closed as he walked towards the bar..whispering silently~ With my birth oh lord…you damned every one..

No son of mine..

~Time heals all wounds…yeah right…the only thing time does is give you the longer ability to think about the pain…as it slowly seeps and corrupts your soul…time comes and goes…while pain is constant..funny…yeah I suppose…if your some fucking saint. and I am definitely not a saint. truth be known..I am your worst nightmare given flesh..~

~mother..now that’s a sweet word. the giver of life…one half of what it took to make you…these are the ones that teach you kindness..caring..compassion..boy did I get fucking ripped…I don’t ever remember signing up for a junkie abusive alcoholic one personally but hey I guess those are the breaks…crouching down outside the house…sure he had spent a couple grand tracking her down…it was well worth in the end…looking at the house number then back to the paper he smiled. looks like private dicks still do serve a purpose~ Momma…your little angle has come for you..

~slipping around the side..sniffing the air..not noticeable for many..the stench of alcohol and remnants of drugs stung his nose..slowly he peeked above the window..into what appeared to be the bedroom..~ Empty..hrmmm.. ~he cautiously moved to another one…hate had found more of a home with him now than ever…glancing through..he saw her…alone..passed out on the couch as the television played on close by…grinning he slipped back to the window..~ Are you stup.. ~before he even finished the word the window raised, it had been unlocked…sometimes he wondered if there really was a god..though..he suspected. what helped him dwelled in warmer climates..he slipped in closing the window behind him..locking it for now..~

~soon though he froze..someone was in the shower..male, and a bad singer to boot..chuckiling quietly sitting on the bed..not really worried…just setting up the stage..laying back against the headboard. he drew the gun...gently flicking on the laser dot. pointing it at the door.. and there he sat.. as a few not well-remembered memories surfaced..it had been rainy that day…only about seven at the time..things were kind of foggy…quickly his parents had hurried to and fro fixing themselves for the evening out soon to come..damn that Dark Wing duck was funny…eyes closed he began to shake slightly still remaining observant of the man in the shower…but mommy I want to go too. I don’t want uncle pee wee to watch me..the pleading..the pain…still denied…god how could anyone do that…the hands..the blood…so young..so unknowing…why me…why did they leave me alone with that monster…WHY!!..his eyes snapped open. quickly standing. rage had replaced just the sick desire to fuck with his mother..~

~his foot slammed hard against the wooden door to the bathroom…the man behind the curtain didn’t really have time to react. as he emptied the clip on him..bullets ripping into his vital organs~ Fucking loser..why did you leave me alone with him why!! ~tearing the shower curtain away, with each blow from his fist he seemed to be pulling strength from hell itself as he struck the lifeless corpse over and over again…water sprayed gently against him…as he stepped away..normally he was cautious in his killings. though now..he really didn’t give a flying fuck..looking into the mirror..snarling smashing his fist into it….humanity was a fairy tale dreamt up to keep the masses in line…when things got rough. who could you count on…yeah that’s right…only your fucking self…turning slowly he walked out. moving through the hallway towards the living room where his mother was…stopping in the doorway…a slight bit of reality slipped in..~ Amazing what a junkie can sleep through..

~he crouched in front of her simply watching…this was it…this is half where he came from…how could such a fucking waste produce me…a few more memories flooded in…her skin once reminded him of perfection when she held him in those arms..now it was loose and seemed merely to be hanging on with a hope and a prayer…hair that reminded him of untamed fire. now was dry and coarse. and her eyes…eyes that could pierce though any of his juvenile eyes were now adorned with heavy black bags…what a fucking waste..~ I didn’t come from this…~again the rage…again the pain..slowly the snores came from her open mouth..of course he would oblige her. and fill that opening..reholstering the gun..he pulled out his prick..slidding it gently across her dry lips..almost instinctually her tongue began to massage it..not even opening her eyes…for once he prayed…to whatever the hell would listen…please let her open those eyes..please…but for now she didn’t…caught up in the routine o f her normal life she sucked…pulling him deeper into her mouth…her hand going to the shaft instinctively pumping….he smiled. waiting letting her continue~

~god…this guy was unreal. he had just got done..couldn’t be no more then 30 mins ago, didn’t he say he was going to take a shower…this was going to cost him extra... would have to get another fix for this handy work..slowly she opened her eyes to look at him…but to horror and surprise it wasn’t him. her son..no..she gagged. spitting him out…~ No.... Ha...Harrvey..is that you.. ~she felt sick..this had to be a bad trip..everything was going to be okay..no she just didn’t have her sons prick in her mouth..no she wasn’t enjoying it…turning over the side of the couch she puked…he chuckled~

Nice to see you to mom…~crossing his arms, hard member still jutting out…clicking the slave ring that adorned his tongue playfully..~ What are you doing here…what were you doing…where is James.? ~the questions seemed to never end..that is until he hit her..shutting the useless babble down~ Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it slut…~this had to be a dream…but to hell if any dream was going to shut her up..she stood up defiantly..as he looked down on her..~ You don’t tell me to shut up. I tell you to shut the fuck up… ~grinning, chuckling slightly..~ Ohhh I get it so now you want to act like a mother…~she struck him across the face at that one, wrong move…she was to far past gone to remember that didn’t fly with this one..his head snapped back..a small bit of blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he let his tounge..flick across it. annoying the wound a bit more..his eyes narrowed behind the glasses..as his hand went around her throat..forcing her down up upon the couch..holding her forceably..squeezing harder. leaving enough for her to barely breath..~ How dare you act like a fucking mother to me now..convient isn’t it…there to try and punish…but never there when you were needed..you make me sick..and unlike dad your death won’t be as swift or forgiving…~she wheezed out a name from his grasp~ Ja…Jam..James..~chuckling as he began undoing her pants..pulling them from her..ripping her shirt off till she was nude before him..~

James?…you mean the guy in the shower…~smirking..gleefully~ I think he slipped and had an accident.. ~he took his member in his other hand smacking her across the face with it several times hard…enough to leave a pair of red patches on her check..glancing down at her she hissed, trying to claw at him..in a futile manner..~ Awww what’s wrong…you didn’t care when you left me with him…when you let him defile me….you should be thanking me for this valuable life lesson here.. ~she had mustered enough saliva..to spit at him..landing on the pleather coat..slidding down..~ That wasn’t nice…at all.. ~he used a power, as the manhood before her now twisted and warped..skin pulling apart reforming mouths of razor sharp teeth and claws..grinning as her eyes widened~

What?…~chuckling..as it snapped at her ear..with want for blood springing forth as it dug in ripping its way through the ear cartilidge..down her throat as he held it…down into the chest. feasting upon the black heart that resolved there..burrowing further into the rancid pit of her stomach slashing with twisted want and vengence..as the stomach acid trickled through eating away at the internal organs as well….chewing through the spleen and maldeformed cervix ..swallowing the developing fetus that laid within..bursting from between her legs hissing..spitting..before it snaked its way back out of the redesigned ear canal. going back to normal…slowly he pulled his pants up buttoning them lighting a cigarette. taking a long drag..blowing it in the corpses face..~ And here I thought you always wanted to here me cuming mother..

~snickering, he spit on her. turning heading for the kitchen…unlocking the back door as he did so…he crouched down opening the cabinets under the sink. pulling a few aerosol cans out. tossing them in the microwave..putting out the cigarette..~ Now for the stove…~he reached behind it..tearing the gas line free the noxious silent death began to seep into the room…on his way out he hit three minutes on the microwave..and start..exiting out the back door..moving towards the woods in the back yard..~

~she had been with child..in his eyes its death was warranted…for the lack of care it would receive…and the bitch of a mother that it would eventually know…the microwave sparked and hummed..exploding.. igniting the gas that now filled the room. lighting a cigarette..as the explosion illuminated his back. stopping tearing a way into the umbra..he looked back~ I’ll se you in hell mother…~stepping in the rip sealing behind him…another piece had succumbed to the wyrm tonight. pretty soon..could they even handle the monster they had so wanted to create. he headed toward the tavern…a short while later he ripped his way back into his room. cleaning up a bit..the blood and gore. clean now..he opened the room door shutting it quietly behind him heading downstairs for a drink…~ Spare the rod..spoil the child..