CHAPTER 6 Part 2: A Sick Individual And A Reality Check

Meanwhile, Randolph and Angela were enjoying their lunch in the dining room. Angela enjoyed his cooking, because she’d always admired his skills and requested that he should be a chef at some fancy restaurant instead of being a criminal. He loved her admiration towards his cooking, although he couldn’t help but feel a little sad afterwards because of his past.

Angela slammed her tiny hands on the table, then leaned over it and got close to his face. “I’m serious!” she said, puffing her cheeks out.

“Relax, Princess. Chill!”

“Uncle! You need to be a chef!”

“An-Angela! Princess… you’re gonna kill me with that adorable angry face of yours!”

He looked away as she let out an adorable “Hmph!” while getting out of her chair so she could wash her dish.

She tried washing her plate, but her arms could barely reach. “Curse my size! Grrr! Can I just grow already?”

Randolph grabbed her plate and washed it for her instead. “You’re still growing lil momma, so rest assured. Don’t worry, your uncle’s got this!” He washed the dishes while Angela stood beside him.

“Come on, Uncle. I’m serious about the chef thing.”

“I do appreciate your compliments… but a thug like me? A chef?” He shook his head, disappointed. “Nah! It’ll never happen.”

She looked at him with her adorable, puffed face of anger. “I’m serious! Even thugs can change their lives too, you know?” She handed him more dishes. “Everyone has a chance to change their lives, especially if it involves their natural talent.”

Randolph paused with a sponge in one hand and a dish in the other, then turned to his side to look at Angela with a genuine smile. “Yo-You really think so?”

Angela hugged Randolph. “I know so, Uncle!”

He shed a tear. “Thank you, baby girl. I don’t know where I’d be if you never stepped foot in my life.”

Angela smiled. She held Randolph tightly, making sure his day felt more better than it was. Randolph returned to washing the dishes until Eric stepped into the kitchen. Unexpectedly, the new guy was also beside him.

Eric told the guy to stay put while he walked behind Angela and covered her eyes. “Guess who, lil mommy!” he said softly.

She turned around and gave Eric a big hug. He lifted her with ease and piggy backed her. She giggled and asked to be put down before she vomited.

As Eric set her down, the new guy appeared out of nowhere, way too close for anyone’s liking, and then he requested a hug from Angela. She got scared and quickly dashed behind Eric, feeling afraid the unknown stranger was asking for a hug.

Eric put a hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, son?” he asked as his eyes twitched. “I thought I told you to stay put.”

Brandon quickly stepped back. “I’m sorry. She’s just so adorable. I couldn’t resist myself.” he said, hugging himself in a very creepy manner.

He definitely gave Angela a creepy vibe. She shook and muttered her brother’s name. Eric noticed and called out for Jack who was still in the shower. He heard his name and shut it off. He quickly dried himself off, dressed up and headed to the kitchen. Once he got there he moaned because Eric interrupted his shower.

Angela quickly rushed to Jack and jumped into his arms. “Help me, brother. Please…!”

Jack held onto Angela. “What’s wrong?”

She pointed at the new guy. Jack wasn’t pleased, so he set her down and walked up to the guy, getting right up into his face.

Jack asked in a cold voice, “What the hell did you do to my sister?”

A smile still on his face, Brandon waved his hands. “I was only trying to get a hug from her too,” he explained.

That pissed Jack off. He was prepared to punch the guy, but Eric quickly defused the situation by putting his giant arm in between the two, clearing his throat loudly.

“Jack uh, why don’t you do me a big favor.”

Jack kept glaring at Brandon for another minute but turned his attention to his boss. “Yeah, what would that be?”

“Why don’t you train Brandon while I go out for a couple of hours to deal with some business.”

Jack wasn’t pleased to hear that, but he obliged and sighed. “Fine, whatever, I’ll train him if it’s to keep an eye on the creep.” He eased in towards Eric’s ear, “That way he wouldn’t try anything funny with Angela.”

Eric nodded. “Agreed, I don’t trust him either.”

Randolph looked at Jack after he was done talking with the boss. “I have to be in my room for a while. I got a couple of phone calls to make so you’re on your own pal if you were thinking about having me tag along haha.”

Jack crossed his arms and sighed. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Randolph.”

They split and all went to do their things.

Jack and Angela were alone with Brandon. Jack looked at Brandon. “Tag along. I’ll give you a house tour. Jack turned to Angela. “Stay in your room so I can show the new guy around.”

She hesitated at first, but listened and quickly walked off to her room, trying her best not to look back at Brandon, who stared at her as she walked away.

Brandon went along with the tour. Jack showed him the backyard, basement, and the room where they have all their meetings. The tour was rather lengthy, but it seemed as if Jack was doing it on purpose to waste his time.

Jack’s phone suddenly rang, disrupting the tour he tried dragging out. He answered it and ordered Brandon to stay put. He stepped out onto the front porch, leaving Brandon to stand still in the living room, waiting for Jack to come back in.

Brandon glanced around with devious eyes and peeked through the curtains and saw that Jack was quite busy on the phone. Brandon smiles creepily and made his way upstairs.

In the meantime, Angela was drawing while listening to her music, dancing to her tunes. She was oblivious of Brandon walking up the stairs to her room.

Brandon paused with that creepy smile on his face. His fingers felt the urge to touch something innocent and soft.

She’s so adorable. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t wait to talk to her, Brandon thought.

He approached her door and stood still, then slowly gripped the door knob. Brandon twisted it the softest he could do, but he did it intentionally so he wouldn’t alarm her. Once he turned it all the way, he opened the door and spotted Angela enjoying her music, which brought out an even creepier smile on his face. He walked inside her personal space and slowly crept towards her. She was distracted and hadn’t noticed he was in her room, almost in arms reach.

Brandon gently placed his twisted hand on her shoulder. Angela noticed and thought it was Jack from how gentle it was, but when she placed her hand on Brandon’s, she realized it wasn’t Jack. The hand felt too soft and too small to be Jacks. In fear, she looked over her shoulder and spotted Brandon standing behind her with a creepy, perverted smile on his face. She started having an anxiety attack and breathed heavily, making her unable to yell for her brother’s help.

Angela was stunned with fear, being completely speechless from her panic attack. Help me, brother.

“Hey,” Brandon said softly. “Whatcha doing there?” He bent down and rubbed her shoulders.

She whimpered slightly and tried to get away, but she was still too stunned to even move. “No-Nothing. J-Just dr-dr-drawing…” Angela’s bottom lip vibrated violently, her head mildly shook as he kept rubbing her shoulders.

He decided to sit next to Angela. One of his wretched hands slowly drifted down to the hand she drew with. Oh, she’s so soft. What an angel. I’ve truly hit the jackpot.

He took a good look at her drawing and smiled. “You’re a very talented artist, aren’t you?” He started massaging her hand, trying to interlace his disgusting fingers with hers.

Angela’s eyes trickled with tears.

“And not to mention… absolutely cute. Wait.”

Her eyes were riddled with tears. He was so close to her face that she wanted to scream.

“Very beautiful, especially with eyes this mesmerizing,” he said, then chuckled manically.

Help me, someone. Please, I beg of you.

“How old are you?” Brandon asked.

Angela’s hand trembled. She gripped her pencil tightly, but he removed it so she could stop. “El… e… ven.”

He lifted his hand off of hers and placed it on her thigh. “My! You’re so tiny for your age, although…” He took a good look at her legs and figure. “Your body is so nice and adult-like. Hee, hee, hee. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He started groping and caressing her thigh.

“Stop. Pl… ease…”

“I think we’re gonna get along just…” He felt something touch his shoulder so he turned around.

“You’re one sick fellow, aren’t you?” the girl in the white dress said.

Angela gasped. Wh-What’s she—?

“If we were truly alone you’d be dead before you’d ever violate what belongs to me, you disgusting, wretched human.”

Brandon started shaking and fell down, feeling petrified at what he was witnessing. “Who… where did you come from?!”

“Oh? Now you’re scared, aren’t you?” She extended an arm. Her hair fluttered and the room lights started flickering.

“What’s happening? What’s going on?” Brandon exclaimed.

“Don’t worry. If it were up to me I’d let you experience the depths of darkness like no other, but instead, I’ll let my beloved take care of you. He’s much scarier than I am,” she said, then laughed.

Brandon cowered while Angela stayed in shock.

“I’m sure he’ll punish you to the point you want to beg for your death, just like I’m about to punish him for hurting me.” She disappeared, leaving the man on the brink of peeing his pants.

After everything settled down, Brandon stood up and laughed, presuming it was just the drugs he’d taken earlier that were messing with his head. He turned back to Angela, and as he was about to go back to whatever perversion he had in mind, his actions got worse.

As he started unbuckling his belt, his mind wanted to do something vile to Angela’s innocence. Footsteps were coming towards her room. She used the opportunity to get up and storm out of her room. It was Randolph, so she hugged him to death and cried loudly.

“Baby girl! What’s the matter? Why are you crying so much?” Randolph asked, trying to comfort Angela.

She was still speechless about what had happened. Brandon weirdly walked out of the bathroom to make it seem like he was using it.

Randolph suspiciously asked him, “Why use the upstairs bathroom when there’s one downstairs? That’s strange for you to come all the way up here to use a bathroom.”

Brandon said in a creepy, calm voice, “I like to take longer paths to better my cardio, especially now that I’m recruited. I need to build up these calf muscles, am I right? Hahaha!”

Randolph still didn’t buy his story, so he picked Angela up and they all walked downstairs. As they reached the vicinity of the living room, Brandon quickly sat on the couch and questioned Randolph’s suspicion towards him even further.

Jack finally walked back in and Angela quickly hurried to his side. She shook really badly, and he noticed how her own tears had drenched her face in sorrow..

“What’s wrong, Angela?” Jack asked, hugging her to comfort her. “Tell me what's frightening you, please?”

She tried to whisper into his ear, but Brandon started to cough loudly, interrupting her and making her clutch onto Jack even more.

Jack raised his voice at him. “Shut up for a second!”

But he continued coughing. Angela couldn’t take it anymore, so she bit her lip and built up the courage to tell her brother that the creep was trying to molest her. She wiped her tears away, finally having the courage to tell Jack everything into his ear, like what the man had done to her in secrecy.

That angered Jack and made him feel utter rage. The darkness coursing through his veins loved this emotion, it craved more of it, and as Angela said more, Jack mustered enough courage to contort his features into fury.

Angela realised how mad Jack was, and it terrified her. She could feel his gaze, his aura. Jack was bloodthirsty.

Jack’s eyes were so empty, more empty than usual, and the look on his face, a still expression of nothingness, said it all. He patted Angela’s head. “Thank you, sis. Now be a good girl and go back to your room, okay?”

Angela was frightened by the emotionless face Jack was expressing, especially with a smile that seemed so artificial. She listened to her brother and started walking back to her room. Jack, on the other hand, walked over to Brandon’s side while his smile still seemed forceful.

“You okay, Brandon?” Jack asked.

Brandon waved a hand. “No, no. I’m fine.”

“You seem to have a bad cough, though. Especially with how rudely you interrupted our little convo, my b-r-o.” Jack placed his hand on Brandon’s shoulder, which creeped him out.

“Is something the matter?” Brandon asked. He was beginning to get nervous, scared even.

“Randolph, could you give us a second? I need to explain more to our new comrade, so, will you?”

Randolph wasn’t stupid. He could read Jack’s emotions like a book. He knew Jack was absolutely livid. “Alright, I’ll go check on Angela. And Jack.”

“Yes?”

Jack and Randolph stared at each other for some seconds, but Randolph groaned and turned away. “Nevermind, I’m going now.” Randolph walked off to go check on Angela.

Brandon was sitting on the couch, so Jack took a seat on the couch in front of him. He sat down, then rested his arms on his knees. To Brandon, it seemed like Jack was calmer than usual.

Both of them sat in silence, staring at one another. A ticking clock was in the background, a couple of gunshots went off outside, sirens too. Brandon felt uncomfortable.

Glancing at Jack, Brandon saw that his eyes were locked onto him, and permanently. Growing more uncomfortable, Brandon jittered a leg, tapped his knee, then smiled. Jack stayed quiet, too quiet, and didn’t make the slightest movement.

Perplexed by the uncomfortable silence, Brandon decided to try and ease Jack’s suspicion towards him. “So? What’s this explanation you wanted to talk about?”

Jack continued staring. His gaze grew more intense. Brandon wiped his sweaty forehead.

“My… it-it’s getting hot in here? Right? Ha, ha, ha.”

Jack leaned back on the couch. “Say Brandon, have you ever thought about your utmost desires? Your deepest passions and when you feel the need to obtain them?”

Brandon felt relieved. The question Jack asked made him feel less worried about his gaze. “Of course, of course. Whenever I do I can’t help but feel great, especially when I do obtain them. Wow, such an amazing experience, you know?”

“Huh?” Jack stroked his chin.

“What about you? What do you desire?”

“This isn’t about me, this is about you. You’re our new friend, so let’s talk about you. But there is something rather curious I have in mind to ask you. Mind answering me, in the best way possible, for my sake of course. Nothing else.”

“Oh… uh, sure! Ask me anything.”

Jack released a long deep breath and slowly leaned forward. “Brandon, did it feel good?”

“E… Excuse me?”

“Did it feel good?”

“I-I… I’m not sure what you’re—”

“Answer the question. Did it feel good?”

Brandon swallowed. “What do you mean by that?”

“Did… it… feel good? Was it up to your liking, Brandon?” Jack asked, clasping his hands together.

The tension from Jack’s sudden movements brought forth more worry in Brandon’s face. His mouth was slightly open, his brows were furrowed, and he felt drips of sweat come down his face. In hearing Jack’s question, Brandon couldn’t bring himself to answer it without revealing an action he’d ensued on his dearest sister.

Feeling Jack’s gaze grope his body, Brandon let out a long breath and shrugged. “I can’t really answer a question that’s out of con—”

Jack interrupted Brandon with a loud suction of air and release of building temptation through his nostrils.

Jack blinked once. “Was it up to your liking, Brandon? Was it soft? Smooth? I bet it exceeded all your expectations. This desire that you so rightfully seek, when you’d gotten a hold of it again, it was in the grasp of your hands, hands covered by the innocence that you’ve squeezed, violating it by your wretched fingers as you overpowered someone weaker than you.”

Hearing Jack’s words brought forth a scare in Brandon he hadn’t experienced before. “I’m confused by what you mean, man. You’re—”

“Brandon, if you would answer the question then surely our discussion can come to an end. I know right now the temptation to your desires is driving you mad. The fact that in most times you can threaten that passion with your predatory eyes says it all. It’s quite alluring, right? I bet you felt so powerful, well in most cases you do, but right now you don’t feel it because you didn’t get what you wanted. And when you found the best desire you’ve possibly ever laid your eyes on, felt even, the fact you missed your chance to have it in your grasp brings anger into your damned soul.”

The tension in the air rose. Brandon knew Jack wasn’t stupid. He was caught red handed, or was he? Brandon tried analyzing Jack’s words; predatory, innocent, gazed, empowering. The only thing other than his assumption Brandon could come up with was hunting. And it got to him. The coat he was wearing was made out of elk.

Brandon felt relief again. In the basking silence he brushed it away with his laughter. “Man, here you had me worried about something else. Yes I can answer your question, friend. It’s smooth, soft, and warm…”

Brandon started showing Jack his hidden perversion, answering Jack’s suspicion towards him. Jack saw how he stroked his coat, felt it, and ran his dirty hands over it. That disgusted Jack. What made it worse was how Brandon softly moaned beneath his breath, showing his true self to Jack.

“I was loving it, laying my sights on my prey, pulling the trigger, putting it into a deep slumber. And when I reached what I rightfully deserved, rewarding my actions, I just couldn’t help but slowly stroke my hands through the hairs of my prey, feeling its skin beneath it. Lastly, when I got to take it home and devour its warmth all to myself.”

Jack had heard enough. He put a hand on Brandon’s shoulder. “Come with me. I’ve got something to ease that cold.”

Brandon smiled. “Sweet! Right behind you, friend!” They both got up, and Brandon followed Jack into the kitchen.

Randolph and Angela were in her room while the two conversed for a while. Angela showed Ranolph more of her natural talent, expressing happiness once again and forgetting about the events that occurred.

An hour fully passed and Jack and Brandon hadn’t returned, which made Randolph feel uneasy. Knowing Jack, Randolph could assure that he might be dead. He wanted to go check, but something stirred inside Randolph, bringing a hindrance inside his stomach.

“Baby girl, Uncle Randy has to use the restroom. I’ll be back!” He dashed out the door and into the bathroom.

Angela giggled and continued drawing until she heard something odd. It was a noise hard to ignore. It was a muffled sound that brought disturbance to her ears. She got up and walked out of her room towards the strange sound. It sounded like someone was crying, or as if they were shouting at someone, begging for mercy.

“Is someone shouting?” she asked, while walking towards the muffled screams downstairs.

Stopping at the bottom step, she heard the muffled sounds of misery coming from the kitchen. Walking into the place of dining and food making, the sounds got louder and clearer. It came from the basement door. She walked up to the door and stopped.

Agonized screams came through the creaks of the door, which made her jump. What’s going on down there? Angela wondered.

She lay her head against the door and heard someone whimpering, moaning in pain. She retracted and felt scared, but she wanted to know why there were scary noises coming from the depths of their home.

Angela grabbed the door knob and slowly opened the creaking door, revealing the darkness. The sound of the person crying was as clear as day now, as she slowly walked down the barely visible steps. Stepping on each step cautiously one at a time, Angela could hear their voice beg for forgiveness and mercy.

Angela reached the third last step and heard the horrific sounds of agonized torture beside her. She started shaking from the sounds alone, yet her curiosity got the best of her.

There, beneath a single flickering light was Brandon strapped to a chair, bruised, and bloodied. Worst of all, one of his eyeballs dangled from its socket.

“Please, I’m sorry!” Brandon pleaded as blood dripped from his mouth. “I didn’t mean to touch your sister!”

Jack stood in front of him and swirled a pair of scissors, taunting Brandon. “You know what I’m about to do to you, right?” he said maniacally as he got closer to Brandon’s face. “I’m going to cut off each of those nasty fingers you tried violating my sister with, so can you shut your mouth? Your pleas for mercy are just as annoying as your face.”

He snipped the scissors to torment him. Brandon continued crying for mercy. “Please, I beg of you!”

“Once I’m done, that filthy hand you placed on my innocent sister will be cut off and shall not harm another innocent soul ever again.” Jack started cutting off his fingers one at a time.

Brandon screamed, begging for a last chance. But Jack only replied by blinking. He then continued to cut more fingers off. Jack stopped, leaving a single finger left. Blood gushed out of the holes from the others.

Jack gently smiled at Brandon while he continued to plead for mercy. Jack walked around him, stood behind him, then wrapped his arm around Brandon’s neck, placing him into a side headlock. Brandon felt his windpipe slowly being crushed, but then he saw Angela stare at him from the stairs. What he saw made his heart race with absolute, unrefined horror. He squirmed around in Jack’s arm, begging Jack to end his miserable life so he could quickly stop seeing the horrific sight he was forced to stare at.

Jack patted his head. “It’ll be fine once this is over. Then we can truly be friends.”

Jack tightened his grip. “Got any last words?”

Brandon breathed heavily. As tears ran down his bloodied face, he grit his teeth and said, “I’ll see you in hell! Go fuck yourself!”

“Perhaps someday, friend.”

“To the both of you!” Brandon shouted before Jack was ready to make him meet the devil that awaited him.

Jack snapped his neck with force, making Brandon’s body fall back, along with the chair he was strapped to. Jack heard his body crash, then he repeated what Brandon had said. “The two of you?”

He wondered why he said that but when Jack turned around, Angela stood there with an expressionless face, almost as if she were a doll.

Jack looked back at Brandon’s body and was relatively upset. “Randolph!” he called out in an angered tone.

Waiting patiently for his arrival, Jack approached a traumatized Angela. “I’m sorry that you witnessed that.”

Angela didn’t react to anything he said. She just stood there like a statue.

Randolph came rushing down the basement stairs. “What man?! Can’t you see I was taking a shit? Goddamn…” As Randolph reached the last step, he was surprised to see Angela down there with Jack, until he spotted the body behind him.

“Randolph, I thought I told you to watch Angela?”

“Jack, what the hell man?” Randolph grabbed Angela, trying to snap her out of being shocked.

Jack walked up to him. “Listen alright! He tried molesting Angela, okay. I admit I did get a little carried away! Just take Angela while I clean this up.”

Randolph shook his head and without breaking her out of her unconscious state, he decided to carry her upstairs back to her room. Angela still wouldn’t move a muscle or react to anything, even when being lifted off her feet. She was so shocked at what she saw that she couldn’t believe how far Jack had taken things.

As Randolph carried Angela back to her room, Jack stood next to Brandon’s body and looked at his own bloodstained hands. He wondered if he was sick instead of this sicko. He shook his head and stared at the cold concrete ceiling. The basement light rocked from side to side in the darkness, then suddenly started to flicker.

Jack wondered if he was a hazard to his own sister, because he wasn’t sure if she’d be safe around him any longer. He loved her to death and would do anything for her.

“What’s wrong with me?” Jack asked, throwing the scissors at Brandon’s lifeless body.

I guess I am sick…

The lights continued flickering and swinging continuously. Jack didn’t know that the girl in white stood behind him, slowly approaching from behind. She giggled softly and embraced him into the shadows of darkness.

Randolph set Angela on her bed, feeling worried for her safety after what Jack had just done. He understood that Brandon had done something horrible, a deplorable act no one should ever endure, and deserved every type of punishment imaginable. But was it necessary to torture let alone murder someone like that in the worst way possible.

Randolph sighed, tucking Angela into her bed. “I understand how you feel baby, but your bro’s not right. I hope you finally understand what we’ve been meaning to tell you.”

He got up and opened her door. But I know that you’ll never end up like him. That’s why Eric and I are trying our best to ensure a better future for you. He walked out and closed her door.

Angela stared at her ceiling with empty eyes. She finally snapped out of it, then placed her hands on her face and began crying. “What have you become, brother?”

She continued whimpering. You really are sick in the head…

Whimpering softly, Angela decided to get out of her bed to stand at her window in front of her desk to reflect. But Angela couldn’t, she cried deeply instead. Sunlight shined through as she stood in front of it, thinking about what Jack had become.

She placed her hands over her chest. “Even though you’ve become this sick, I’ll still love you no matter what you’ve become.”

Her vision started blurring. She felt very light headed. I’ll-I’ll do anything to get my brother…

Angela reached for a photo of her and Jack they took four years ago that was placed on the desk. “The brother who saved me from that hell.” As tears rolled down her face, she lost her balance and fell.

As she lay on the floor, the picture slowly drifted down beside her. The girl in white stood in the corner and watched it land.

She walked next to Angela and bent down to ruffle her hair. “That’s it. The weaker you’ll get mentally…” she said, leaning into her ear, “…will be the day I’ll take back what was rightfully mine.” She continued patting Angela’s head and started singing a sad lullaby. Sunlight slowly faded away until Angela’s room succumbed to total darkness.