Menacing Opposition by Connor Mccoy

Author:Connor Mccoy [McCoy, Connor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mahogany Publications

Chapter Eleven

He sat on the porch gloating, holding a beer he’d sneaked from the basement. Rosa wouldn’t be happy if she saw him drinking this early in the day, but she was busy, and it was unlikely she would come looking for him. It suited his purpose for everyone to think that Rosa was in charge, and she was in charge of the day to day things. But the plan was his.

The silent street pleased him. If there was anyone left in the houses surrounding him, they were too afraid to show their faces. Good. He wanted them to be frightened. And they should be, they had no idea who they were dealing with. But then, neither did his family. His mother never had told them about the dead kittens, the burns on his friends’ arms, the angry parents at school, or why exactly he had been homeschooled from first grade on.

Neither did they know how she died. That’s when she had threatened to tell. He had held the pillow over her face until she had stopped struggling. He hadn’t wanted to kill her, he loved his mother, but he couldn’t have the others knowing what he was. All his plans hinged on the fact that no one knew about him. And it would stay that way until the very end.

At least the end of this story. For him there would be many more. For the rest of them, not so much. He would get as much pleasure out of torturing his family as he did out of killing strangers. The best part would be the children. The memory of those high-pitched screams sent a shiver of anticipation down his arms. Children were the best. They were so easy to catch, so defenseless, so trusting. They practically lead themselves to slaughter. He tingled all over just thinking about it.

He knew about the boys. Sal had told him when they’d found the pony cart sitting outside the house. It was almost as if it was meant to be. The boys got away from the farm, where he wouldn’t have been able to play with them, but here they were, out in the world, ripe for the picking. And he was here with the least troublesome members of his family. Here he could play with the boys the way he wanted to.

He would let his family share in the excitement of the children before he killed them too. In fact, he would keep all the adults alive to watch those little boys die before he killed them. All that emotion, raw and bleeding, would add to the satisfaction he would feel at their deaths. It was almost too easy.

He felt as if he been waiting all his life for civilization to collapse around him, for the pillars of society to crumble, leaving him free and unrestrained. There was no one left to punish him. No cops to catch him, judges to try him, jails to hold him, or executioners to kill him. He didn’t have to hide anymore, in this world he would be a king.

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