Hereditary Murder - Part 8 (508 hits)
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Submitted by Da MagnificAnt Dyldo <lordofduct.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-12-20 02:30:48 EST
You'd be surprised the kinds of thing children do. Some may be confused about why Danny prefers his father over his mother even though how abusive he is. Don't worry, that is going to be explained... just not directly. Like this chapter right here will assist in understanding it some.
Part 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/79905
Part 2 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/79987
Part 3 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/80099
Part 4 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/80174
Part 5 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/80346
Part 6 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/80414
Part 7 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/81171
Enjoy!
(sounds very unbelievable... but this part is actually loosely based on a true story.)
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The money ran short and the government no longer funded Christopher's medical bills; Danny knew this and could see it in the increased stress of his mother. He denied the necessity of the treatment despite the sickly condition that was obvious. Danny felt that, no matter how bad his brother got, the torture Chris went through was not worth it. His family was the only cure and was elated to hear his brother was coming home, though he will be required to visit a psychologist and stay on his daily dose of Prozac. Three years have passed and Danny was more then ready to get back to sibling rivalry and having his little brother around to have fun with and pick on all at the same time.
When they were younger trouble tailed not too far behind anywhere Danny and Chris went too. They had a small clan of friends who would stay out till ten and eleven o'clock at night which was well past the appropriate time for a ten and eight year old to be out. They've been harassed by the police, broken into vacant apartments, played ding-dong-ditch amongst other fun times. Danny sat in his room reminiscing about when he was eleven and giggling with anticipation for even better times when his mother returned home with his brother.
"All right bro, I got it out of ma's closet." Chris plopped a Viking helmet on Danny's head, "This is gonna be sooo awesome dude."
"Hell yeah bro!" Danny shook a can of WD-40 in his hand, "Alright, take this and cover the helmet." He tossed the can over to his brother and picked up a hairspray can off the floor and covered his hands in it. Chris doused the helmet in WD-40 laughing the entire time.
"I thinks we're ready!" Chris threw the can in the garbage and followed Danny down the hall towards apartment D24. I flip of the lighter and sparks flew, "Ready, set, light!" Chris sparked the helmet a blaze and ran off down the hall to hide behind the stairwell door. Danny kicked at the apartment door, waited a moment and then began kicking once again. The door flew open and a small middle aged woman stood in her night gown with a bottle of Gin in one hand.
"Pent my sinner!" Danny brought his hands to the helmet and lit his hands a blaze, "Pent or suffer in my realm of fire and brick-stone for eternally!" He didn't get the words exactly right, but it had the effect his brother and he expected.
The woman threw the bottle into the air and began screaming for mercy. She stammered back of few steps and spun around to run away. She spun and turned right into the couch and flew over it and onto the floor. Danny and Chris busted out laughing and ran for their own lives. Down the stairs and out the door they went while Danny beat his hands on his pant leg to put out the searing fire. Off flew the helmet and they kicked it around the court yard hooting and hollering with amazement at how well their plan went through.
The lady whom they just scared was from New Haven and had two children; one of which was about Christopher and Danny's ages. His name was Joey and had his own little clan of friends who all moved from Holyoke. The only rule Joey had about his clan was that you had to be black, although he was Italian; Danny assumed it was because he was from New Haven.
Danny and Chris were out later that evening with their group of friends. They were walking through the park and beating on the slide when Joey came down the walk path.
"Hey, motha fucka! Yeah you motha fucka!" Joey sung out across the park with a voice that resembled Pewee Herman gone ghetto.
"Excuse me?" Chris turned towards the crowd of Peewee thugs. Their size 10 pants sat around the knees of size 3 kids, large boots covered their feet like industrialized clown shoes and one even had a napkin used as a bandanna. They were spitting images of their older brothers.
"You fucking scared the crap out of my mother today bitch. The fuck do you think you are?"
"Your father." Chris was steady about his words and began walking towards the group of kids, "Time for the Sunday beating." Chris stepped right up to the face of Joey and smiled; Danny and friends were several yards back still playing on the slide. Joey looked around at his own clan and then snapped back at Chris and pushed him over.
"HA, you think you're a tough guy; don't ya?" Joey pushed Chris over and began kicking him.
Danny stood in awe. Before he had time to react and get over to assist his brother the kids had already backed off; only Joey stood over Chris with his tiny penis hanging out. Joey held onto it with two fingers and was about to release his waste all over Danny's little brother when Chris reached up and grabbed hold of the kid by the nuts.
"No little bastard gonna piss on me today!" Chris dragged the kid to the ground and kneed him repeatedly in the side; still holding tight on the little prick. Joey's friends dove back in and Chris threw all of them around like rag dolls. Danny reached up to the commotion and pulled all the punks away from the pile of eight year olds. Chris stood up and looked over Joey crying on the ground.
"You want to know what that tastes like?" Chris whipped out his own prick and pissed all over the face of Joey.
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Danny was brought back to reality when the door front door swung open. He ran for the living room to greet his brother and was introduced to a fearsome sight.
"How the fuck is it going bro?" Danny screamed despite the evil eye he would receive from his mother.
"Don't be fresh Danny." Chris stood strait and tall, a bland smile across his face and waved his finger in Danny's direction like an old school teacher would.
User Reviews
Submitted by Ditka (user info) at 2006-01-09 08:54:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2005-12-20 14:29:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i look forward to the next one.
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2005-12-20 08:52:00 EST (#)
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ah man... when I did that trick to that old lady it was fucking amazing! The bitch strait up ran for the phone or something and tripped right over the couch. She actually slammed right into the coffee table and just laid on top of it crying... it was down right amazing.
It really weirded me out though because a week later the lady choked on her tongue in a drunken stupor. I thought it was my fault for the longest time.
Submitted by ScottPeterson (user info) at 2005-12-20 03:06:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I could relate?..yeah relate, to the pee part and the helmet thing was something even I never tried.
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2005-12-20 02:44:40 EST (#)
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I ran out of time today to write.
Submitted by supadupapupa (user info) at 2005-12-20 02:41:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Keep going, this was a little short