I also had a memory of being dressed in a pink onesie-type outfit with another little girl I assume it was Mia laughing at me, we were barely one year old; I was dressed in her outfit, my mother. I gasped at the image of this extremely young and the most beautiful woman. She was grinning at me as I screamed Mia giggled more, I just started to learn to walk, how did I remember this, I started to second guess, maybe a dream not a memory but it seemed so real, the manor, I used to play out front or in the back with Mia. mother would always be there, someone else was there but out of sight, I could not will the dream to make up the faded appearance that reinforced whether this were indeed a memory.
The plane landed, and I noticed that this was indeed a private airport close to the Manor. “fucking rich people” I thought. After a while, Annaliese came out from another part of the plane and opened the main door. I could see my mother walking out. She looked back, tears flowing out from her. I felt nothing at that moment, only that I wanted to rip something or someone apart anger still raising within.
A few moments later I heard footsteps and looked up to see Roger walking towards me.
“Hear you being awkward, son.” Still that fucking grin on his face.
“Yes, Jack, it appears I have been,” making his grin fade at me calling him by my father’s name.
“Do not call me by his name, you hear me, boy?” he spat at me.
“Sure grandad,” I spat out watching his cheeks twitch.
“Get off this plane before I drag you off, you need to learn manners boy,” I laughed at him and stood, and walked towards the door to leave, he looked a little shocked, maybe too easy for him, but he looked ready to slap me about the place, he gave that feeling as I walk off the plane and down the stairs to the tarmac.
I could see half a dozen cars, SUVs. Once I got to the bottom of the steps, I walked away from the plane ignoring his shouts for me to stop until I felt him grab my shoulder and squeeze hard, I spun around and uppercut him so fast even he nor I realized what I’d done until I watched him fly up into the air and land on his back letting out a grunt.
Grinning, I walked over toward him as he sat up. “Time to end this JACK,” I spat at him, “I’m going to kill you, Jack, painfully, slowly, I’m going to rip your beating heart from your chest, and then” I laughed a strange disturbing laugh “and then your women will submit to me or I will rip their hearts out JACK, it all ends now”.
Roger made his move; he flew at me and I barely caught the speed he launched at. he was fast, extremely fast and before I could do anything, he hit me in the chest and I went flying back and before I even hit the ground, he caught up to me and hit me again in the chest forcing me to the hard ground.
It was my turn to grunt in pain, fuck, he hit like a truck, his foot came to the side of my head so quickly, I knew at this moment before impact it was going to hurt, as his foot connected, I had just managed to place my hand on his upper thigh, As I span off to the side in a 360 motion with the hit, and afterward I couldn’t move, I was dazed. But I heard the scream and when I finally got my vision back, I could see Roger’s leg, what was left of it bleeding heavily. His flesh torn down to the bone, from the top of his thigh to calf was in tatters.
He was still standing but the pain he must have been feeling had to off been excruciating. I got up and within mere moments I was next to him as I racked my hands across his face, bloody sprayed out, that was the first time I’d seen my hands where claws, I thought with pure instinct, followed them like animalistic instincts, roger throw a pouch and I side-stepped, this was all happening at speeds not possible for humans, like some superhero speed shit.
As his arm passed I raked his arm down to the bone, then I kicked his already shredded leg and watch him fall to the ground, helpless once I stepped on his good arm and had him pined, I glanced around at the people to see who may have come and help him but everyone just looked on in shock, no one moved a muscle, fear radiated from them all.
I dropped one knee on his good arm and the other on his chest. “You are dethroned,” I laughed out at him his eyes seething with fear within them. “Pushed me too far old man, now watch as I eat your heart and fuck your women, I’ll bathe and fuck in the blood of those who fail to follow their new master” My voice was deep, not my voice. I was grinning as I placed my claws slowly into his chest digging inside him, watching him cough up blood,” I can feel your heart beating,” I licked my lips, and smiled tormentingly at him. His eyes betrayed that he knew this was his end, he failed, pushed too far.
“Where’s that fucking grin, cunt?” and then spat in his face, squeezing my hand into his chest where his heart would be, Roger, screaming and coughing up more blood.
“That’s it, Jack sing to me, sing to your Conqueror, such a good song,” and squeezed a little more and listen to him scream, “Yes, that gets me so fucking hard, so hard so I can fuck your wife and make her mine, everything you hold precious is now mine,” my voice just devoid of human emotion giving him a cold, emotionless laugh.
That’s when I felt something soft press against me from behind. arms wrapping around me, holding tight, not forcing me away, just holding me. I could smell a sweet perfume no not a perfume a scent. I could smell her.
“Don’t Kyle, please I beg you, don’t kill him, I warned him not to do this, but he failed to listen, you have proven to him not to challenge you, don’t kill him, you will destroy the family, please baby, for mama, spare him I’ll do anything just don’t kill him,” Mama’s voice wavering but she still held control.
“Hear that, your woman is here to fight for you, you have a woman fighting to save you, what a fucking pussy you are Jack, you take, and do as you please don’t you Jack,” I kept calling him only seeing my father in front of me. “You used me to do what you wanted, but its cost you jack, it cost you everything, but you just never realized did you JACK,” I spat out at him.
“Baby, he’s not your father, he upset you and I understand, truly, but please, he’s dying. We need to save him.” I could feel her tears dripping onto my neck.
Memories of Mama helping me. She was always there, never asked for anything, only talking, laughing, always offering help and advice, never commanding, never feeling the sense she was playing me. She has always been someone who just wanted to love me for me,”
Roger’s heart was now slowing, her eyes fading, his not long for this world. With my hand on his chest, I could feel the spike-like thin bone start prodding from the palm of my hand, injecting him with my essence, my hands alien-looking, not animal.
Maybe I was a freak, always a freak. Watching as his wounds slowly closed, his heart beating faster helping pump my essence around his body, healing him at a cost to myself, I removed my hand, Roger’s eyes fixed on me, not moving or speaking.
Standing up, mama moved away from me; I looked around, all women in front of me they all had tears and shocked looks of belief at the scene they had witnessed. I took 2 steps away towards the plane and fell to my knees, I stood again on shaky legs and again tried to walk to the plane, my vision growing dark. I fell but felt strong hands catch me before I hit the ground, and all went black.
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