Post by Michael "Thunder" Knight on Jul 30, 2007 22:59:28 GMT -5
The car radio in the Honda Civic was blasting out “Tonight It’s You” by Cheap Trick. Lead singer Robin Zander sang the catchy chorus.
[/left]All I want is a place in your heart
To fall into
All I need is someone to love
And tonight it’s you
Tonight it’s you
To fall into
All I need is someone to love
And tonight it’s you
Tonight it’s you
Robert Clark was feeling so damn good that he couldn’t help but sing along. Of course, his version went a little bit differently. He certainly wasn’t in the mood for lovin’ right now, and thus he substituted “love” for “kill.”
This time he was determined that, yes, he would go through with it and do just that to his children. For too long he’d pushed off the idea of getting rid of the rest of his family. But the fact he had to face was that he could no longer do that. For all he knew, the kids could have already started blabbering to the police about how their father was probably the one responsible for their mother’s untimely death. He could only hope that he still had enough time to finish off the little snot-nosed brats.
It wasn’t remorse or anything like that that was holding him back from going through with it. Not only did he need to do it in his mind because of getting in trouble, but he wanted to as well. But this wasn’t something he could do on the spur of the moment like (he thought) he had done to his wife. A plan was what he needed.
And several days and packs of cigarettes later, a plan had been made in his sick little mind. The first problem he ran into was that there was no way he could just show up at the house. As soon as he was spotted by someone in the house, the police would be called and the jig would be up and that would mean a trip to the big house for Robert Clark.
So that left him with either a hitman or making a disguise for himself and killing his kids personally. To Robert, this was such an easy choice. For so long he wanted to see the life drain out of the eyes of the children who had caused them so much pain and suffering. Their eyes is what drove him nuts the most. He would tell them that he lost another job, and although they said that was okay, their eyes said “I hate you daddy because you’re a failure. I’m ashamed to have you as a father.” No one else may have seen that if they looked at Robert’s kids, but to him those words were spoken loud and clear. Sometimes at night he would have the most wonderful dream of his life, even better than those wet dreams from his teenage years.
Those dreams always involved him getting some measure of revenge against his children. Sometimes it would involve a simple slap or punch to them, other times it could go as extreme as ripping their eyes out and then killing them after. That one was his favorite of all because, in the end, that’s what he wanted to do most of all. Now he was determined that it would happen tonight. Tonight it would be their turn.
The plan worked out like this. He’d park quite a long ways away from the Clark home so he would not alarm them with that. Having not shaved in awhile, his face would be mostly unidentifiable once he put on sunglasses and a baseball cap as well. The dark would also play strongly in his favor, hopefully shielding any other identifying feature.
He would claim that he had gotten a flat tire and without a cell phone, he had no way of calling for help. Even if they wouldn’t let him call, once the door was open he could force his way in and knock one of them out before (or possibly kill) the other one knew what was going on. Screaming would be a risk, but that was a risk he had to take. Great risk brings great reward he thought to himself as he continued to drive.
Before he could do all of that, he was going out drinking with Michael once again. He really did like the guy, but he just hoped he wouldn’t bring up what happened to his wife. If that happened, he hoped that he wouldn’t have to do something drastic.
He entered the bar and saw that Michael hadn’t gotten there yet. And thus, he sat down at the bar and began drinking alone.
Michael arrived there about twenty minutes later, after his limo driver had picked him up late. During the time he was waiting, he couldn’t help but think about what was facing him on the next edition of GWC Wednesday Night Assault. The time had come for him to defend his new Tapout Title against Kevin Hardaway. Michael had no doubt that Hardaway had grown into a great wrestler since the time he debuted in GWC. He was able to defeat several of the best wrestlers GWC has to offer. But in the end, Hardaway was nothing different than so many wrestlers he’d seen come and go throughout his career. Like so many others, Hardaway had the raw talent that a great wrestler needs, but in the end he would always get too overconfident and think that no one was a challenge to him. He’d let his guard down, and then next thing he would know, he would lose the big match. Michael had seen it so many times that he knew it would happen again. Hardaway, after everything else, would not be able to take away his Tapout Title, even if it was only overconfidence that did him in.
As soon as he entered the bar, Robert turned around and waved him over to where he was. Michael went over and joined him.
“Sorry I wasn’t over here sooner,” Michael said right after he ordered his first beer. “My driver was too stupid to pick me up at a reasonable time.
“Oh, it’s not a problem,” Robert replied after laughing at Michael’s comment. Michael could be a little obsessed with the business of his wealth, as he had noticed by their phone conversations.
For the next half hour or so, they sat there and exchanged the usual small talk, just the typical talk of sports, women, and TV. Things had been going great during that time, but Michael would soon say something that would change all of that.
“Hey Robert,” Michael said after taking a swig of beer. “What did you mean when you said your wife wouldn’t be bothering you anymore?”
He knows, dammit he knows. I don’t know how he figured it out, but somehow he did. I never should have opened my mouth about this business to him to begin with. Now I’m screwed. He’ll turn me into the police and then I’ll be locked up in prison. Unless…
“I just meant that I wouldn’t be talking to her course.” As these words exited his mouth, he felt his hand go into his pocket where he felt the knife that he planned on doing in his kids with. Slowly, and reluctantly, he pulled the knife out of his pocket.
Just one quick swipe. One quick swipe…
But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he just muttered something about having to go to the store and drove off to his house.
Something seemed strange to Michael, but he didn’t know what…
Robert had walked into his house’s yard. He put the sunglasses and hat on and was walking over to the house when he saw something that he couldn’t believe in the window.
As inconceivable as it appeared to him, he saw what appeared to be his wife Ann walking around in the living room.
How is that possible? If I didn’t kill her, I at least seriously injured her, right? She should be in a coma right now or something.
Then for the first time it occurred to him that maybe it wasn’t Ann that he drove to cause herself an accident. Could he have mistaken her for someone else? Normally he wouldn’t believe that it was possible, but now when he thought that alcohol had been added to the equation that night, so maybe, just maybe, his being drunk misled him.
All Robert was certain of now was that he was very confused. In this state off confusion, he drove off into the night…
[/left]This time he was determined that, yes, he would go through with it and do just that to his children. For too long he’d pushed off the idea of getting rid of the rest of his family. But the fact he had to face was that he could no longer do that. For all he knew, the kids could have already started blabbering to the police about how their father was probably the one responsible for their mother’s untimely death. He could only hope that he still had enough time to finish off the little snot-nosed brats.
It wasn’t remorse or anything like that that was holding him back from going through with it. Not only did he need to do it in his mind because of getting in trouble, but he wanted to as well. But this wasn’t something he could do on the spur of the moment like (he thought) he had done to his wife. A plan was what he needed.
And several days and packs of cigarettes later, a plan had been made in his sick little mind. The first problem he ran into was that there was no way he could just show up at the house. As soon as he was spotted by someone in the house, the police would be called and the jig would be up and that would mean a trip to the big house for Robert Clark.
So that left him with either a hitman or making a disguise for himself and killing his kids personally. To Robert, this was such an easy choice. For so long he wanted to see the life drain out of the eyes of the children who had caused them so much pain and suffering. Their eyes is what drove him nuts the most. He would tell them that he lost another job, and although they said that was okay, their eyes said “I hate you daddy because you’re a failure. I’m ashamed to have you as a father.” No one else may have seen that if they looked at Robert’s kids, but to him those words were spoken loud and clear. Sometimes at night he would have the most wonderful dream of his life, even better than those wet dreams from his teenage years.
Those dreams always involved him getting some measure of revenge against his children. Sometimes it would involve a simple slap or punch to them, other times it could go as extreme as ripping their eyes out and then killing them after. That one was his favorite of all because, in the end, that’s what he wanted to do most of all. Now he was determined that it would happen tonight. Tonight it would be their turn.
The plan worked out like this. He’d park quite a long ways away from the Clark home so he would not alarm them with that. Having not shaved in awhile, his face would be mostly unidentifiable once he put on sunglasses and a baseball cap as well. The dark would also play strongly in his favor, hopefully shielding any other identifying feature.
He would claim that he had gotten a flat tire and without a cell phone, he had no way of calling for help. Even if they wouldn’t let him call, once the door was open he could force his way in and knock one of them out before (or possibly kill) the other one knew what was going on. Screaming would be a risk, but that was a risk he had to take. Great risk brings great reward he thought to himself as he continued to drive.
Before he could do all of that, he was going out drinking with Michael once again. He really did like the guy, but he just hoped he wouldn’t bring up what happened to his wife. If that happened, he hoped that he wouldn’t have to do something drastic.
He entered the bar and saw that Michael hadn’t gotten there yet. And thus, he sat down at the bar and began drinking alone.
~ ~
Michael arrived there about twenty minutes later, after his limo driver had picked him up late. During the time he was waiting, he couldn’t help but think about what was facing him on the next edition of GWC Wednesday Night Assault. The time had come for him to defend his new Tapout Title against Kevin Hardaway. Michael had no doubt that Hardaway had grown into a great wrestler since the time he debuted in GWC. He was able to defeat several of the best wrestlers GWC has to offer. But in the end, Hardaway was nothing different than so many wrestlers he’d seen come and go throughout his career. Like so many others, Hardaway had the raw talent that a great wrestler needs, but in the end he would always get too overconfident and think that no one was a challenge to him. He’d let his guard down, and then next thing he would know, he would lose the big match. Michael had seen it so many times that he knew it would happen again. Hardaway, after everything else, would not be able to take away his Tapout Title, even if it was only overconfidence that did him in.
As soon as he entered the bar, Robert turned around and waved him over to where he was. Michael went over and joined him.
“Sorry I wasn’t over here sooner,” Michael said right after he ordered his first beer. “My driver was too stupid to pick me up at a reasonable time.
“Oh, it’s not a problem,” Robert replied after laughing at Michael’s comment. Michael could be a little obsessed with the business of his wealth, as he had noticed by their phone conversations.
For the next half hour or so, they sat there and exchanged the usual small talk, just the typical talk of sports, women, and TV. Things had been going great during that time, but Michael would soon say something that would change all of that.
“Hey Robert,” Michael said after taking a swig of beer. “What did you mean when you said your wife wouldn’t be bothering you anymore?”
He knows, dammit he knows. I don’t know how he figured it out, but somehow he did. I never should have opened my mouth about this business to him to begin with. Now I’m screwed. He’ll turn me into the police and then I’ll be locked up in prison. Unless…
“I just meant that I wouldn’t be talking to her course.” As these words exited his mouth, he felt his hand go into his pocket where he felt the knife that he planned on doing in his kids with. Slowly, and reluctantly, he pulled the knife out of his pocket.
Just one quick swipe. One quick swipe…
But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he just muttered something about having to go to the store and drove off to his house.
Something seemed strange to Michael, but he didn’t know what…
~ ~
Robert had walked into his house’s yard. He put the sunglasses and hat on and was walking over to the house when he saw something that he couldn’t believe in the window.
As inconceivable as it appeared to him, he saw what appeared to be his wife Ann walking around in the living room.
How is that possible? If I didn’t kill her, I at least seriously injured her, right? She should be in a coma right now or something.
Then for the first time it occurred to him that maybe it wasn’t Ann that he drove to cause herself an accident. Could he have mistaken her for someone else? Normally he wouldn’t believe that it was possible, but now when he thought that alcohol had been added to the equation that night, so maybe, just maybe, his being drunk misled him.
All Robert was certain of now was that he was very confused. In this state off confusion, he drove off into the night…
