There Ain't No Justice Number 012

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Without a second thought I put my school bags down and crept beneath a young sapling which was taking part in giving the squirrels a way from the ground to the tree in which they resided. How slowly I walked...it seemed it took me forever to reach the young oak, but I went unnoticed. With lightning speed I lashed out and hit the tree with a solid round house, sending about 4 of the little critter sprawling to the ground. One unlucky ball of fluff landed at my feet and before it could get its bearings I snatched it. The poor furry animal clawed and scratched at my hand but to no avail. With a frim twist of my wrist I snapped its neck and put it in my neighbor's mailbox, laughing to myself as I imagined theire shocked faces when they found this special delivery. As I started to walk away I could have sworn I heard someone say "good." I quickly spun on my heels, but there was no one there. Must have been the wind. When I reached my house I let myself in as I usually did and went up to my room. I was feeling a little tense, so I proceeded to do what most adolecant boys do and I jerked off. When I was right in the middle of things I saw my dog walk in. He was a 6 year old black mut that I had found a few years back. The dog sat down and watched, funny I thought, that I might have an audience. When I knew I was ready to cum I waddled over to the dog and blew my wad right in its face. He just licked it all up. Dogs really will eat anything. Then I heard the chariot, mom's car. She came in the house fuming mad , over what I had no idea. Without a word she turned to me and smacked me in the face with the cheese grater she was holding. As I lay on the floor holding my bloody face she bellowed "You lazy fuck! You were supposed to mow the Goddam lawn!" I knew it was my brother's turn to do it but I didn't dare to utter a word. She continued "I don't know why I ever had you you worthless piece of shit!" With that she kicked me hard in the side, i thought i heard a crack as she did so. After the lawn was done, my stepfather arrived home. He was obviously drinking previous to his arrival and was raving like a lunatic. He saw my mother first and threw her to the floor, "That piece of shit sonn o' yours left the toiet seat up this morning! AGAIN!" Mom looked to me and all I could do was acknowledge the accusation with a slight nod. I was so afraid. I knew what was coming next....the mallet. He grabbed me by the arm and brought me to the tool shed, swearing and cussing all the way. When we arrived, he proceeded to cuff me to the tool bench. Then out came the mallet and the board. He laid the wood upon my chest and holding the mallet high in his right hand, slammed it down with all his might. The wind rushed out of me and an explosive pain erupted in my abdomen. I don't know what time it was when I came to...it was dark. I was still shackled to the bench and there were no signs of anyone coming to get me. Once in a while I would hear shouting from the house, but that was it. The quietness hung in the air like a thick smog, and the shadows in the shed began to look like mutilated bodies "ENOUGH!" I yelled. I was cracking up. The night wore on and I remained a prisoner in that damn shed. Late that night I gave into my weariness and went to sleep. The passing hours turned into days. I was dehydrating. I knew I would die. No one would get me. I heard a voice say "The time has come. I will give you the strength." I pulled with all my might and amazingly, my hand slipped out of the handcuffs. I knew who my nemisis was. I looked around. The shadows pointed to a phillips head screwdriver laying on a shelf, complying with my orders, I took it in my hand and proceeded toward the house. I noticed how skinny I had grown and cursed Jesus for letting me rot in there! Ahh... the back door...the gateway. Silently I slid it open, picturing myself as a cat on the prowl. I turned to go down the hallway when a pair of arms was around me. I recognized them as my mother's. She flung me around and jabbed a fork into my arm squealing "Your pennance isn't up! GET BACK IN THERE!" The fork transformed into a snake and slowly began to spiral up my arm. My mother's face contorted into an unspeakable monstosity and I fell to my knees, overcome by it all. She immediately pounced, punching and clawing, we rolled aroung and I manged to get my arm up. The snake was alomost at my neck now, but then it stopped. I looked up at mom and she stopped fighting, her eyes rolling back into her head. It was then that I realized the screwdriver was buried 5 inches in her skull. Blood poured out onto me. The voice was back. It said "Yes. This is right" The dog, alerted by the struggle, bounded in and proceeded to sop up the blood that was freely oozing from my dead parent's mortal wound. That was when I saw my Step father's shape, silhoetted against the dim moonlight, coming at me. The dog, who was quite excited by all this, jumped in the way and knocked my step dad off balance. He fell right on top of the corpse and sent the screwdriver in all the way. There was a sickening pop and mom's head split open like a ripe melon. Brain tissue spilled out onto the carpet and the dog continued on his feast. Unperturbed, my nemsis, my mortal enemy, stood up and put me in a bear hug, squeezing with all his might. "You are the stronger" said the voice. I felt my back crack not once, but 4 times. I was loosing consiousness. "You are the stronger" the voice repeated. I gathered everylast ounce of strength I had left and jammed my left forefinger into his eye, but he still held fast. I pushed with all my might, forcing my finger deeper and deeper into his eye socket, twisting and turning it, doing anything I could to go farther in. During the struggle, I noticed that there was a pool of blood forming from my mother's new anterior crack. I had always wanted a swimming pool, ironic that the sam parent that always refused was becoming the pool herself. My step father was slowly tiring out, and with my last breath I managed to grab the back of his head and force it forward. He shook violenty and began to spit up blood. Then he released his grip and fell to the floor writhing. Quickly I ran upstairs and found his revolver. Somehow my brother had slep through it all. I went into his room to make sure he was really asleep....He never felt the bullet hit him. I went back downstairs to find my enemy convulsing in our new family pool. Yes, the FAMILY POOL! I went and fetched my brother right away. When I had him downstairs I cut his belly open s he could make a donation. I looked to the dog, licking up the remains of my family. I tired to aim for between his eyes, but I missed. Instead I got him in the shoulder, totally blowing off his front left leg and severy mangling the rear left. He tried to run, but all he could do was go in bloody circles, tearing off peices of flesh as he did so. I threw him into the middle of the pool, his stirring helped give it a Jaccuzi effect. That was when I heard the sirens, saw the lights shining through the front of the house. "Do it." Said the voice. "Do it" it repeated. The cops were banging on the door. There was no time.I looked at my loving family and made my decision. That night, at 2:34am, after I had single handedly slaughtered my family, a single shot rang out, followed by a splash. This story is fiction. Anything corresponding to any real events is purely coincidential. 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