WELL THERE YOU GO!

CHARLES WAS BORN IN A SMALL MID WEST TOWN OF NO IMPORTANCE.  HIS LIFE WAS NORMAL AND COMPLETE AS FAR AS HE UNDERSTOOD LIFE AT THE AGE OF 10.  THERE WAS SCHOOL, CHORES, FAMILY DINNERS AND CHURCH.  HE THOUGHT HIS MOTHER AND FATHER LOVED HIM, THINGS SEEM OK.  CHRISTMAS WAS AN OCCASSION, HE ALWAYS GOT A BIRTHDAY PRESENT, HIS RESPECT FOR HIS PARENTS WAS NORMAL.

IT WAS AT THE AGE OF 14 CHARLES STARTED TO UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIS OUT LOOK ON LIFE AND SOME OF HIS BEST FRIENDS.  AS BOYS THEY WERE ALWAYS KILLING THINGS, MICE UNDER THE WOOD ON THE FARM OR A MOTHER GOOSE FAKING HER ABILITY TO FLY TO PROTECT HER YOUNG, AS THE BOYS SPEND WHAT SEEMED HOURS CHUKING ROCKS AT HER UNTIL HER NECK WAS BROKEN FROM MANY HITS AND HER PEAK BLEED BLOOD.  IT WAS THE PROCESS TO DEATH THAT CHARLES FOUND HMSELF ENJOYING, IT WAS WATCHING THE PROCESS AND FEELING THE DEATH BEGIN AND WAITING FOR IT TO END.  HER HEAD DOWN IN THE WATER IF NOT DEAD NOW, SOON AS SHE DROWN.  HER YOUNG SPRINTING FROM THE WEEDS TO CONSOLE THEIR MOTHER.  CHARLES KNEW THEIR BOND TO FAMILY THE SAME AS HIS.

HE STOOD GAZING FROM HIS FOURTH FLOOR FLAT, PEERING OUT INTO A WORLD THAT SOMEHOW HAD SHUNNED HIM.  BOOZE WAS HIS BEST FRIEND, HE HAD EXCEPTED HIS LIFE AND WAS ENJOYING WHAT HE HAD.  THE ROOM HAD A SMELL OF OLDNESS ABOUT IT, ALL THAT WAS IN IT SEEMED ON THE VERGE OF ROTTING, HIMSELF INCLUDED.

CHARLES HAD ALREADY MURDERED AND WISHED TO MURDER AGAIN.  BUT IT WAS MORE THAN MURDER, THE SEXUAL ASSAULT, THE CARVING OF THE BODY, THE CUDDLING AND NIGHT SPENT, CHARLES HOLDING A DEAD COLD SOUL.  WHO HE KNEW IN LIFE WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM OR HIS TYPE.  CHARLES WAS SURE THERE WERE OTHER LIKE HIM...

HEY FUCK HEAD YOUR RENT IS DUE, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO PAY ME.  YOUR TWO WEEKS LATE.  CHARLES EYES ROSE FROM THE PILLOW TO EXPOSE HIS BRAIN TO BRIGHT LIGHT AND THE VISION OF HIS LANDLORD SCREAMING AT HIM. 
STOP IT, I KNOW  I KNOW, THE SMELL OF STALE URINE RISING TO HIS NOSTRIL WAS ENOUGH.  CHARLES STUMBLED TOWARDS THE REMAINING SWIG OF BOOZE, CONSUMED IT, LIT A SMOKE AND BEGAN HIS DAY.
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE
I TOLD YOU I WILL PAY WHEN I HAVE THE MONEY.
YOU WILL PAY NOW OR I WILL HAVE YOU REMOVED.
REMOVED SCREAMED CHARLES, I AM ALREADY REMOVED AS HIS HAND REACHED TO THE TABLE FOR A BREAD KNIFE .
RUSHING THE SCREAMING VOICE OF TORMENT, CHARLES FORCED THE KNIFE INTO THE THICK SKIN OF HIS LANDLORDS NECK.  BLOOD RUSHING INTO HIS VISION OF JOY

suddenly the whole incident made him think back to when he was sent away to the residential schools and the priests made him wear pants with trap doors in the ass. he had tried blocked those memories  out for years but they were perculating and starting to rise like vomit through the esophogus.

TO BE CONTINUED.