Jerry felt as though he'd been in a bizarre dream...

In it , he attacked and killed someone. All while his father rooted for him and kept telling him to be harsher. So silly, he could never kill a soul.

Waking up , however, he'd noticed that his hands and feet were bound and he was tied to a chair. Had he been caught?! Had the cops taken him from his father. That thought alone caused him to yell out in utter fear.

"DAD?! DADDDYYY!? Where are you?!"

Screamed out the child but he got no answer. From his chest, he felt his heart clenching harder and harder as he took breaths in and out. His father would save him. He'd rescue him.

This is what ran through the boys mind . He was not even aware that his father was watching through a monitor. It was cruel, but he had to see the darkness from within the boy...just at a distance. That attack to the face was painful. Not enough to knock him out, but it was strong.

"It'll make him stronger. He can't rely on me forever. One day he'll have to hunt alone, so this is preparing him for that day."

Jeff said to himself as he observed the crying boy through his computer. The killer didn't feel any sense of pity. In his eyes, he was making the child stronger. Picking up his phone, he called a number.

"Yea. Now."

Clicking off, he turned back to the screen and stared at it intently.

"Release that anger, Jerry."

Jeff said as he watched the door of the small room open and two men step in. Jerry was terrified.

"Yo man, it's a kid...a freakin kid. This ain't what I signed for. Dude said there was a maniac here. This is some scared punk."

Said the first man. The second one set a bag filled with weapons down and this made the child feel utmost fear. Was this how he died? Scared and alone? Did his father even care about him at all?

"I say. We kill the runt, then kill that other nut job."

Jerry felt his head jerk up. His father was near? Where was he then? Was he hiding.

"But, dude....I don't wanna kill a kid."

He looked at Jerry and then noticed the kid was twitching. Was he having a panic attack or some shit like that? The first thug knelt to the child.

"Is papa....here..."

Mouthed Jerry. The second thug laughed and pushed his crony out of the way. He pushed a knife to the kids head and spat.

"I killed your papa."

Those words were like a kill switch. Something in his brain snapped like before and he looked up at the man in rage before biting hard into his exposed hand. Chunks of flesh tore off as he fell down. The thug screamed in agony as his wrist bled out.

"What the fuck man."

Screamed the other thug as he lunged at the child, but he tripped over the body of his friend and slashed the ropes away from the kids arms. Jerry used his hands and freed hai legs . Grabbing a rope he tied it round the thugs neck and pulled on it hard.

"Thugs like you.....should go to sleep."

From where he sat , the killer froze.

The way the kid acted...something to him felt off..uneasy even..was it guilt? No..not that but...hearing his phrase coming out the child's lips...it had an eeiry tone to it. He had to calm him down.

"I can use this to my advantage when I need it. For now, he's getting too wild...need to show him I'm in control here."

Jeff murmured to himself as he pushed up from the chair and to the door.

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When the killer had gotten to the room. It was very very quiet. Too quiet for his liking actually. Looking around, he tried to spot the child but no child was in site.

"Jeromey Allan Woods...you come out right now."

Using his full name meant that he was in trouble. But still silence ensnared the room like a vice.

Jeff turned to his left and then froze. He seen he kid....playing with the severed head of one of the thugs. He had to knock him out and move him..but just as he was about to move. The boy spoke.

"Am I a bad...person...for killing people..."

Jerry asked not expecting an answer. So when his father answered him, he was shocked.

"No...Jerry...you aren't. If anything, the ones that die are the bad ones. You wanted to save daddy, right? So you did what you could."

Jeff said as he knelt down to the boy. The young lad looked at his father and then...for the first time began to notice something that he'd not before......

Why were his fathers eyes...not like his own? Why was his skin not the same colour....and the most important.... Where was he when all that had happened....

"Jerry? Come on son. Let's go."

Jeff said as he lifted up the kid and began to walk. Jerry now, for the oddest reason...had a slight fear of his own father...for with every question...he was denied an answer...which was leading his mind into a darker area..

Was his father hiding a secret from him?

He didn't know..for now, all he had to do was listen and get answers when he could. Jeff snapped him out of his thoughts.

"You made me proud today...my son."

And with that, the two continued home. Both now, with dividing conflicts within one another .

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