Fan Fiction ❯ Like Father ❯ I remember ( Chapter 1 )

That day.

Its fragmented in my mind, everything had happened so fast.

I remember blood... lots of blood.

I remember I was laughing... laughing so hard I could hardly breathe.

I remember lifting the heavy axe above my head before slamming it into the body on the ground in front of me.

He deserved it.

That bastard that was called my father deserved every blow from that axe.

Crying.

There was crying.

I looked up to see my younger brother huddled in the corned looking at me. His eyes no longer looked upon me in comfort. All I saw was fear.

He was scared... of me?

That look chilled me to the bone and I let go of the handle to my weapon and took a step back.

The blood that had splashed across my face was dripping off of my chin and onto my shirt.

It had been a nice shirt until tonight.

My sibling stumbled to his shaking feet and ran out the door.

I followed.

He had no reason to be afraid of me. I would never hurt him.

He had seen what had happened tonight with father, before he gave me the axe.

I remember... everything.

It was almost a tradition. Every night he would first start beating on my brother, the second I went to defend him he would beat on me until I couldn't stand.

So what if tonight I finally snapped.

After my beating, father shoved an axe into my hands to go chop some firewood.

I took two steps, two full steps towards the wood across the property.

Then I heard him scream.

My brother was in trouble again.

I had to help.

I couldn't go chop firewood.

No.

I had to help my brother.

I looked down at the blade, it shimmered in the moonlight.

A smile found its way onto my busted and bloody lips.

This was it.

I smiled as I walked back into the house.

I smiled as I tapped on his shoulder.

I smiled when he realized his death was inevitable.

I chuckled when he realized his own son would kill him, tonight, in cold blood.

I swung the axe, it hit his right shoulder.

He fell to his knees in pain and begged me to stop.

To leave him alone.

Funny.

Those were usually the words my brother and I were crying during the night.

These tables had turned.

I lifted the axe above my head.

As if I was splitting fire wood.

I sent it crashing into his back.

Ha!

He legs were paralyzed.

This was sort of fun.

I watched his eyes flush with rivers of tears.

He groped at my ankles, trying to scream sense into my mind.

Too bad for him, my mind had been set.

I lifted the bloody blade once more and began to laugh.

His blood was red.

I thought it would've been black.

No doubt his heart was.

Still laughing I slammed it down on his arm this time, not giving him the satisfaction of death just yet.

His cries of pain were music to my ears, something I had been longing to hear for a long while.

I asked him if it hurt.

I asked him if he wanted more.

His eyes were slowly closing.

I gritted my teeth.

He wasn't going to get off that easily.

Quickly I lifted the blade and plunged it into the stub of his newly edited arm.

His eyes shot open again and his mouth released another wail of pain.

That was more like it.

I asked him how it felt.

How it felt to be in my shoes for once.

To have someone you should care for, and protect, hurt you so badly.

Either he wasn't psychically able to, or just simply couldn't bear, to look into my eyes.

By now I was laughing maniacally.

I lifted the blade once more.

This was it.

The climax.

I drove the blade into his head.

The splitting of flesh and bone made my stomach flop.

The blood that has splashed onto me was warm.

I looked up to my crying brother.

Why did he look at me like that?

I had saved him.

Us.

Yet he looked at me in fear.

He ran out of the door and I quickly followed.

I had left the axe in my fathers head.

I grabbed my brother and covered his mouth before he could scream.

I turned him to face me.

Wanting to shout.

Don't be afraid!

I'd never hurt you!

You're my life.

Yet I couldn't.

He was trembling in my arms and his gaze was so nerve tingling.

I realized what I had done.

Like father... like son.