Chapter I: Breakfast (introduction)
"Do you want toast too?" She questioned loudly. "Yes Mom, with extra jam!" A voice echoed downstairs.
"Have you seen the funnies page?"
"No Dad, look in the living room" Shannon sat at the dinner breakfast table chomping away at her bowl of Toasted Loops. "I don't feel too well Mom, I think I'll stay home from school today" She proclaimed trying to preserve a sickly tone.
"I don't think so missy, you march yourself upstairs and get ready for school!" Mom said sternly.
Shannon whined all the way upsatirs, cursing school, and homework, and parents, and such. She took a quick peek down the hallway.. first down the left corridor, then down the right. Shannon's room was on the right so she looked suspiciously cautiosly, then continued to her room. She walked into her room, sat on her bed, and while still cursing all the things that could possibly make a thirteen year old girl unhappy, she picked up a pair of socks from the floor. She put the socks on her feet, then walked over to her closet to pick out the perfect outfit. If she was going to be forced to go to school, atleast she'd look good while doing it.
Meanwhile Mom was downstairs preparing Chris' toast, making sure to slop extra ammounts of strawberry jam onto the burnt bread. She then walked over to the fridge, opened it and removed the large bottle of apple juice. She then reached up to the cubboard to get a glass. She accidently tipped the glass, and it came crashing to the floor. Father looked up from reading his paper, and just shaked his head. "Oh darn!" Mother proclaimed. She knelt down to pick up the glass on the checkerboard patterned tile. She daintfully picked up each piece of glass and placed it inside of her apron, until not even one shard was left on the floor. She walked over to the trashcan, took off her apron and emptied the apron of the dangerously sharp glass. She put her apron back on and went back to her daily of breakfast preparation ritual. She grabbed another glass, being careful not to drop it this time, and poured Chris a nice large glass of Apple Juice. She then reached into the nearby drawer and removed a vile of pills. She dropped two pills into the apple juice while humming some showtune she saw on public television. She mixed the new solution with a spoon, then threw the spoon into the garbage. "We really can't be wasting all these spoons honey" Father remarked while his face was still buried in the Department store underwear ads"
"I know, but it's just to be safe" Mother answered. She picked up the glass, and the plate of toast and placed it on a large platter type plate. She then walked to the fridge and pulled out a large zip lock bag full of some unknown contents. "Oh my god, what is that horrid smell" Father swung his chair around to the source of the stench. "I think it's cat, but I'm not sure. I found it out on Monroe street." She said calmly. "Now calm down, I'll turn the fan on"
Father grumbled as he turned his chair back around. In a flash he was back to his panty ads, as if nothing ever happened. Mother Opened the contents and poured it into the space left over on the platter. "Soup's on honey" Mom then set the platter onto the dumbwaiter located in the far corner of the room and sent the gruesome mixure up to Chis. "Thanks Mom" He shouted excitedly. Within a few minutes the familiar sound of the dumbwaiter's motor signaled Mom that Chris was done his meal.
Chapter II: Simon's day
Simon woke up, just as he did anyday. tired, anxious and excited. He sat up in his bed, rubbed his face, and yawned strainingly. He hopped up and sprinted over to his dresser. He pulled out the usual assortment of "man things". He had his old worn out anime logo T-shirt and his "loosefit" khakis. With a content sigh he slipped on his shoes.
At nineteen, Simon began to grow tired of his family. He was tired of hiding what he was. He wanted to be free to explore and do things he couldn't do while he was living at home. He was tired of his parents questioning where he was, or what he was doing.
At twenty-one he kissed his mother and hugged his father goodbye. With only his car, and what he could fit inside, he started his journey. He eventually ended up here.. In Mt. Vernon Washington. It was a small town, seemed humble enough though. Within a week Simon had both a job and an apartment. Granted it wasn't a mansion, but it was a nice little place. He had a Taco-Hut about a block away, and a grocery store right across the street. He worked at a local department store as an Overstocker. He had to wake up very early in the morning, but Simon knew that didn't matter, becasue he didn't need much sleep anyway.
Simon opened his bedroom door and walked to the bathroom. He performed his daily ritual of brushing and flossing his teeth, combing his hair, and putting his deodarant on. Just as he began to disrobe and get into the shower, a thought hit him, his face contorted as if he had an idea, and he proceeded to buckle his pants back up.
He walked out of the bathroom, and into the living room where he was greeted and almost tripped on, the arm of Cindy, his new girlfriend. "Cindy, I just don't think this is going to work. I mean your so diffrent from me. Your north and I'm south. I just think we should see other people" Simon lectured. He looked down at Cindy awaiting an answer. He sat for a few minutes, then said "If you can't answer me, then I'd like you to leave" He pointed towords the door, still holding Cindy's arm in his right hand. Cindy still didn't answer him. She just layed there calmly, motionless, and silent. "Oh that's right, you probally can't answer me with that axe stuck in your face, I'm sorry, let me help you with that." Simon giggled. He sat up. dropped the detached arm to the floor, and grabbed the handle of the axe. He wiggled the blade around some to loosen it from the mass of obliderated bone and flesh that the devistating blow caused the previous night.
This is why Simon moved out, he was tired of hiding bodies, and worrying about if anyone would find them.He didn't want his parents to ever know what kind of monster he infact really was. He wanted them to think he was just like any other videogame playing internet surfing teenager.
He was tired of the sort of girls he had to pick up. He didn't really like the cheap whore type of women too much, but he knew that no-one would miss a person like that. Maybe the pimp, but Simon was sure he or she would get over it. He giggled at the thought. Now he was in a nicer area. He had more room to work, and his "client" was a higher class of person alltogether. He liked younger girls, sixteen to nineteen but occasionally he would go for an older middle aged "mom" type woman. His apartment was filled with all sorts of things to dispose of the dirty, filthy mess than Simon caused each night. He had Knives and saws, trash bags, and sulfuric acid to get rid of whatever remained. He made sure he bought a strong stainless steel tub from the hardware store for this part of the process. Simon's favorite part of each of his victims had to be giving them a bath. He loved watching the flesh seperate from the bone and whole thing deterierate into a thick paste which Simon easily washed down the drain at the end of each bath. He once tried knocking a girl out, and placing her into the tub, while still alive. Simon didn't expect that the immense pain to the seventeen year old would bring her to, and cause her to swing and scream so violently.She kept fighting and screaming until her muscals and voice box melted and merged into the rest of the formless slime. Simon made quite a mess of his bathroom that day. The tiles were melted together, and there were chunks of flesh all about the small confined bathroom.Simon thought to himself that he would never do that again, unless it was in someone elses house. He knew that was improbable since he'd have to lug a fifty gallon drum around with him. Simon giggled at the thought.
Chapter III: ( Coming soon )