Hereditary Murder - Part 2 (478 hits)
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Submitted by Da MagnificAnt Dyldo <lordofduct.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-11-29 00:37:20 EST
double post, my fault. A reader reaffirmed my opinion that the last paragraph of this original post seemed very rushed. I wrote it before Calc3 today after I woke up and was in one of those moods. So here is it revised with the last paragraph swapped with some new content.
Part 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/79905
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Wind rustled across the parking lot tossing autumn leaves around. A gothic sky sat low on the horizon threatening rain like it always does in New England. Purple clouds to the west hid the sun which hasn't been sighted since July when Chris got to come home for a week. Danny slugged across the car park remembering the good times they had at the reservoir or out at the train trestle. A genuine smile started to creep its way onto his face, but was shot away by the grimace Danny shot the sign which read, 'Middleton Mental Rehabilitation Center'. He jogged up the steps towards 'Pueblo' building while his mother screamed for him to slow down from behind.
Danny tapped lightly on the big steel door and waited. It took until his mother caught up for the nurse to show her face in the window. A loud scratchy noise came across a speaker mounted to the right of the door and followed by muffled words.
"Why Ms. Dircman. Here to see Chris are we? Just like usual, every Tuesday, come in... come in." The door creeps open and the screams became audible. The screaming stopped suddenly and Danny stared in through the door to meet eyes with twenty or so children peeping their heads out from around their dorm room doors.
Danny and his mother strolled in and up to the reception desk to sign in. Quiet whispers came from every direction. Murmurs of interest and intrigue in who has visitors this time. What kind of mischievous behavior may come out of this visit?
"I'm sorry Ms. Dircman, but this visit may have to be short today. Your son Chris seems to of just gotten into a bit of trouble."
"I'm sorry?" Danny's mother's voice lowered a bit with a hint of anger and concern. Down the hall a man backed out of Chris's room dragging the 8 year old by his legs. Screams of terror lit up the entire building with fear and all the children began getting antsy and jumpy in their rooms. Danny watched on as children reaffirmed Chris's actions of violence as Chris came full body out of the room holding a smaller child in his arms. His mouth was buried deep in the childs neck and a death grip held onto the boys bloody arms.
"You see Trevor stole Christopher's movie and..."
"You put that boy down right away!" The prideful mother threw the sign in sheet at the nurse and trucked down the hall toward the two male nurses manhandling Chris and Trevor. "Chris honey, put down Trevor and lets talk about this... Nurse I told you to let go of that boy so help me God!"
Chris looked up at his mother and immediately let go of the little boy. "But ma, but... but. He broke Jesus Christ Super Star." Chris began to pull what was left of the magnetic tape from his pockets. "Jesus Christ Super Star." He then started at Trevor again and wrapping it around the kid's neck. The nurses dove at Chris, but not in time. Mother bear had scooped him up tearing him from his death grip on Trevor.
"Hush baby; it's OK. We can get another videotape, so hush." She rocked him in her arms, tears ran from her eyes and mascara dripped onto her little boys forehead.
"But... but. Jesus Christ... Danny!" Chris tore from his mother's arm and ran towards Danny with the nurses short at tail. He merely made it to Danny's arms for a hug when the nurses snapped him up and dragged him balling back to the 'room'. It sat at the end of the long hall which made up this building. The walls were cinder blocks painted toap with a sea green ceiling. The only thing that sat in this room was the contraption that not even a nightmare could conjure. It was a green cloth bag with an opening on one end, six bars criss-crossed each other along the inside edges and it was just big enough to fit a medium sized child. When placed in it if one were to move their leg, arm or even a finger the bars would move with them crushing their body.
'The Green Burrito' it had been nicknamed by all.
"You bring my son back right this minute!"
"Ma'am your son is sick, he's violent and suicidal; this is for his own good." The nurse from the reception desk approached Danny's mother's side.
"You think I don't know what is wrong with my son. I pay you what little money I have so you can torture my son? No, no, you let my son go right this minute. I did not drive 3 hours to not even see my son!" She turned away from the woman and walked towards Danny. "I'm sorry Danny, but these people don't think a little love! and fucking compassion! is going to help your brother... I'm sorry, we have to go now."
Danny stood in the middle of the hallway his arms still open and ready for his brother's hug. He didn't even hear his mother; all he heard was Chris crying his name through 3 inches of steel.
That night the nightmare was to begin. A nightmare Danny would suffer randomly through out his days. It all begins with Chris asking his mother about death and showing his great interest in it; from there evolving into the massacre of his family. A murder contrived so innocently that the nightmare only induces vomit. Years pass while Danny dreams day and night the same fear over and over. It drives him to drugs and sex, school becomes a minor pass time, friends become mere reminders that it still hasn't happend and life just drags. When is it going to happen he would wonder.
The drive home was cold; no matter how high Danny cranked the heat his feet still shook. He breathed deep breathes across the glass and watched his saliva crystallize. He would nod his head methodically to his mother to entertain the idea he was actually listening to what she had to say about what happened that night. Deep inside he only missed the hug he was supposed to get from his brother.
Danny's mother finally caught on to his ambivalence to her rant and shut her mouth. They drove home in silence. After three hours, two hours of which were mute, they pulled into their complex and marched up the 4 flights to the hovel they called home.
Danny dug through the couch cushions, ran over to the tray on the dining room table and poured out its contents and then onto the kitchen to the junk drawer.
"Ma, I need four quarters!"
"Baby, you know we ain't got no quarters."
"But, mom, my pants are filthy. The kids today were telling me so. I need to wash them."
"I get paid tomorrow; I'll make sure to wash them when I get home." She came out of her bedroom shaking her head. "I'm sorry sweetheart. If you want you can wear some of my pants."
"Ma, don't be stupid." He slammed the drawer shut and ran towards his room, "anyways they don't fit me. Your fat and I'm not." Danny's mother stood in the kitchen with her jaw open. The crease in her lips lowered further and she shook her head harder.
"You know baby, these are one of those days I really need you here with me."
"I don't need no one. I'm going to bed."
That night Danny woke up in bed panting. Sweat poured down his face despite the forty degrees it had to of been in that room. He threw all the blankets to the ground and sat up shaking. Through the window a naked sky dropped moonlight onto his bedroom floor. Why is it the New England sky only clears at night time? Minutes pass while Danny stares at the wall wondering what time it is. Memories of the nightmare he had start to creep back into his head. Images of his father lying bloody on the side of the road, his older brother on a couch missing his jaw and the cold picture of Chris resting in a casket finally rise to the surface. A bit of spittle seeps from Danny's lips and he dives out of bed towards the bathroom.
User Reviews
Submitted by Ditka (user info) at 2006-01-09 08:47:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
hmm
Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2005-12-19 15:27:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
better than the first. my only comment would be that this paragraph-
"That night the nightmare was to begin. A nightmare Danny would suffer randomly through out his days. . . ."
seems a little out of place- it was hard to pick up again after.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-12-03 23:15:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Why is it the New England sky only clears at night time?
I know what you mean.
Submitted by supadupapupa (user info) at 2005-11-29 04:54:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
that's better than before, I'm still waiting to read em all. I think this story has a lot of potential.
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2005-11-29 01:19:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I really fucked up that comment. I fucked around with the back button and posted that comment here when it was supposed to be for Ackhabar.
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2005-11-29 01:09:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
hee hee
A friend of mine just got smacked with the plagiarism charge. She wrote a paper on hinduism and she didn't cite common knowledge information in her paper. When did people start citing common knowledge information?