1 Mercury Maxwell

It was a normal day outside. No that was a lie. It wasn't a normal day outside. The sun was shining brighter than usual and it wasn't as hot as the other days. A cool breeze came in through the window as I sat my ass down on a comfy couch. I truly loved the small things in life like this.

Usually I just loved violence, blood, chaos and practically any bad thing that people did not like. But to tell the truth I also loved these moments, these moments of peace where I wasn't smashing a brick on a guys head because he looked weird at me or introducing Harry Potter to a girl's front teeth because she insulted I enjoyed these moments where I was at peace and nothing disturbed me.

I sipped the tea that I made for myself and ate the cupcakes that were on the table next to me. I turned on the TV and changed the channel until I found what I wanted to watch.

"Ahahahahah! Tom you are too funny, I wonder whether you will eventually gain victory against Jerry for just a single episode." I watched in amusement at Tom's misfortune and Jerry's occasional mischances.

It was like this for nearly two hours until I finally decided to take my cup to the kitchen. If my father came back from work and saw me eating cupcakes and drinking tea like a British person (despite being one) on the couch then he would be mad.

I walked into the kitchen and only then did I remember something important. My dad was not coming back from work today! The reason being that he never left. I looked down at the corpse on the floor, blood all over the marble ground.

"Ayayayay, how could I forget about you father,"

I bent down and took the cell phone out of his pocket and called a three digit number. 9-1-1.

"Hello 911 which department would you like to connect with?"

"The cops please."

The operator transferred the call to the police department.

"Hi, Carolina police department, How may we be of service?"

"Hi, how are you doing? Yes... uhhh... my parents are not here... the emergency... oh yes, that is the entire reason why I called you guys was it not? I killed my father...no ma'am, this is not a joke... no it's not a prank ma'am... I added a tranquilizer to his tea this morning and then I used a golf club to hit... I broke his jaw as well, his teeth is scattered all over the floor and his jaw is underneath the table... Yes ma'am, my adress is xxxxxx... of course I shall wait ma'am."

I put down the phone and lied down in the pool of my fathers blood. I looked to the side to see his deformed face that was completely missing its jaw.

Now this truly put a smile on my face.

"Hahahahaha!" I laughed maniacally as I remembered his facial expression. It was funny. The face of a person who was betrayed was the best to look at. It contained everything that the actors on TV could not capture. The mixture of fear, shock, despair, pain and disgust.

I stopped smiling and looked at the bright light in the ceiling.

I had just killed my father. A person who despite being flawed and angry all the time loved me for 12 whole years just for momentary pleasure. The weight of this realization was painful.

But who cares anyways!

"RIP THAT BOZOOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHA"

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There were several news Van's outside our house. Cops were littered around the neighbourhood. There was a yellow crime scene

tape preventing anyone from entering our house or should I say my house. Technically it was mine since my father died. Or maybe not since I killed my father I probably would not inherit anything.

"This kid is a fucking savage!" I heard the lead forensics says. Of course I am does he not know that I can eat ice cubes with my front teeth? Does he not know that I can jump on top of 7 chairs that were stacked on top of each other with ease? Does he not know that I do not run to my room when I turn of the lights downstairs when my father goes to bed early when he is drunk?

"Just look at the blood splatter, this shit was planned out! He drank the cup of tea and after a few minutes he felt weak, here we can see the struggle that happened. He raised his hand to protect himself only for the golf club to hit his wrist. He kneeled down after being hit in the knees..."

I was escorted outside in hand cuffs by a police officer who was to take me to his car while the forensics expert recreated how I killed my father for everyone. As soon as I came out of the house, the sound of shutters hit my ears. Despite it being bright out I was nearly blinded by the flashing lights.

"Oooh I'm blinded by the lights...no I can't see you until I feel your touch!" I sang to myself enjoying the attention that I gained.

"Can you tell us what drove a young child like you to commit a gruesome crime today?"

"Can you tell us the reason why you killed your father in cold blood?"

"Are the rumours that this is not your first murder true?"

"After having asked around we found out that several pet's went missing in this neighbourhood, what do you have to say about that?"

I opened my mouth to speak but I was pushed forward by the cop who shoved me into the car.

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"I do not understand what drove a child like him to murder his father?"

"Have you seen the bruises and scars on his body? If I was subjected to that then I would do the same? Did you not hear what the doctor? Those wounds were inflicted over the duration of a long time. What kind of father would beat their child to the point where their lungs barely function!"

I was watching the news in the cafeteria of the juvenile. It had been a week since I killed my father. Many people were torn apart on whether I should have killed my father or not. I had taken the entire nation by storm. I remembered how one journalist managed to get an interview with my English teacher. My English teacher talked about how she used to see me limping around school and show signs of extreme pain. This only made people say my father deserved to die. If only they knew the truth that those wounds were self inflicted!

I had been hitting myself for the past 3 years to create the effect that my father used to beat me. My father rarely hit me. He only hit me once in a blue moon or when I did something really dumb.

God damn! Maybe I should change my name to Don or Aizen or shit maybe even young Dexter.

The way I carefully planned this out at such a young age was noteworthy and worthy of appraise if I say so myself.

"Wow...you in fo muder cuh!" a kid sat next to me. He happened to be around 16 years old. His name was Jason Orfin and he was in for drug dealing.

"Oh no I'm in here because I kissed a woman on the ass and it was mistaken as r**e, you see the fucking news why you ask dumb questions?" I replied.

""Ayyy...hold on... who is you talking to like tha-" I did not let him finish talking as I used the remote and shoved it in his mouth. I then uppercuted him with as much force that my childish hands could give out.

I jumped on to the table and round house kicked him making him fall on the floor. I had to prove my superiority in this place. I had to become the alpha of this prison if I was to survive.

I then did something that I had always wanted to try. I jumped of the table and elbow dropped him like a WWE wrestler.

OH MY GOD!

IT FELT AS GOOD AS ADVERTISED.