Hereditary Muder - Part 12 (180 hits)
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Submitted by Da MagnificAnt Dyldo <lordofduct.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-08-20 18:22:05 EDT
It has been quite some time since I've made a submission to this series. Those who were reading may not even be around anymore. You see this has been placed off the stove and back in the cubboard for some time due to some very unnecssary events in my life. The emotion this story takes out of me doesn't help at all when attempting to recover from the passing of my step mother and father who died in a car accident last March.
But alas, I finally mustered up some strength to make a submission. Please enjoy.
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
Part 8 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/81231
Part 9 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/81285
Part 10 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/82038
Part 11 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/82709
The sun was setting with colors of pink and purple over the small 2 bedroom house. The palm trees along the north end of the house draped a beautiful tropical shadow over the home, but the dry air that night left many to wonder what was wrong with this picture. Up to the doorstep and into the home a couple walked. The house was quiet and a welcoming surprise to the two who are used to their five children running amuck at all hours. Luckily the Aunt had taken the younger four for the weekend while the eldest was off at his friends.
"Ginger! You hungry, come on sweety I've got you some leftovers."
After a wonderful dinner like they'd just had it was time for some relaxing on the back porch. The women sped down the hallway to use the bathroom while her husband walked into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of Brut Champagne and feed the rottweiler the contents of his doggy bag.
Nearing the kitchen a faint sickly smell came to his nose. It seemed rather chemical as if something was burning. Entering the kitchen he found a pot boiling on the stove with what seemed to be cocaine diluting within.
In abrupt anger he pulled the pot and jar from the stove and slammed it into the sink; shattering the glass jar and cutting himself. He stood at the sink rinsing his hand and staring out at the unmowed grass and neighbor children throwing rocks at each other.
"That lil' son of a bitch... he's really done it now. When I get my hands on that punk I'm gonna show him what it's like to be high."
To his left he heard Ginger whimpering and scratching at the door of the garage. She nudged her nose into the crack attempting to pry the door open.
"What are you doing... hungry are we?" He walked over to fetch the dog and feed it the food he had brought home. The dog wouldn't budge though. It demanded entry into the garage. Thinking possibly Ginger wanted the dry dog food that sat on the other side of the door the man opened it. The dog jetted into the darkness to the other side of the garage and continued whimpering.
"What the hell is it you foul beast!?" The man called into the darkness, "The food is over here you mongrel." He raised his arm to hit the light switch and the man collapsed in horror.
Fifteen feet away hanging from the garage door guide bar was Richard. A bungee cord suspended him one foot over the cement floor where is left leg twitched erratically. Ginger sniffed at the urine stains on his pants and Richard mumbled slightly as phlegm and blood oozed out of his mouth and down his chin.
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Danny's mother shuttered a bit as she remembered what happened three year's earlier. She now watched and waved as her three boys climbed into a tractor trailer and were driven off to that same place where this horror story took place. She began to cry and turned away from her nightmare.
It has been eight years since the divorce and eight years of battling has ensued since. The courts could not decide who should receive custody of the children. The situation was complicated; the eldest who is unrelated biologically to the father lives with him, the other two boys her are legitimate children are kept with their mother. Child support checks are limited and rarely are received, yet Danny and Chris rarely get to see their father. Their parents fought for years trying to decide what would be fair, but never agreeing on the same things. Money was running short and Danny's mother was now against a wall.
She couldn't feed her boys, they are going to starve. The welfare check isn't enough and the under the table job she has barely covers the rent. Danny has been wearing the same two pairs of pants for how many years and is patching his shoes with duct tape. What is there to do? Their father does have the home and the money to support the children, but the hellish pit he lives in. Why, why, she only wants to see her children.
Under an agreement of a payment in the quantity of twenty five thousand dollars, Danny and Chris are to be placed in the custody of their father and will now move to Florida to live with him and their new step mother.
I've recently been hooked to a classic Amiga game... Another World. I feel this image is very moving and portrays a moment in everyones life; the gateway to an unknown world. Like that of the waking on the morning of a brand new day.
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Submitted by LSD420 (user info) at 2006-08-20 18:40:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Proper spelling has at last been mudered.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-08-20 18:38:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
You may not know this ...
but 'Hereditary Murder' is a Pennywise song.
Just sayin.
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2006-08-20 18:23:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I spell murder wrong!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA