Chapter 3:
Fully Operational World
The news today was showing on how there were no survivors to the Calderon Family Minivan Fire.
"What a very creative name for a fire don't you think." I was saying to my old pal as he was sitting there, propped towards my television. I was working on his mechanism that will keep him alive and let me have full control of him.
"Jeez-uh. Why are you doing this to me?" He tried to roll to look away from the tv and towards me, but ended up rolling off of my table.
"Why did you do all that you have done towards me? I've been nothing but nice to you and you're nothing but a piece of crap towards me. You get what you deserve." At this point I was starting to yell at him. But then I heard my house door opening. I run over to 441 and get a pretty good, major league soccer worthy kick on him, which shut him up by knocking him out, and hiding him from whomever would be at my door. Then my brother and sisters come in. They are worried about the accident.
"This is the first time a crime has been committed on humans, by humans. They are heavily investigating this. It could be a serious threat" They were all basically telling me this. They were all speaking at the same time, but this is the general aspect of what I think they were trying to get out. "We're all scared and worried about you."
"You guys have no reason to be worried about me, if anything I should be worried about you guys." I was trying to reassure them that everything was fine, but if I'm gonna be completely honest, I kinda forgot that I had siblings. I've been so focused on getting revenge that I forgot about them. "Do you guys wanna stay with me for a bit?" God dang it, why did I ask them that. I am the person that they're scared of, and little does anyone know, but I have the head of the Calderon son in my house, being kept alive artificially. I also have to work on the thing that'll make me control him.
"It's all good. We have our own place." Oh thank God. It made me happy to hear that. "But I'm sure we could use a break, and some time together. So we'd be fine to stay for a bit." Well crap.
"Why don't you guys grab your stuff then come back here?" I was trying to buy some time for me to figure out what I could do with the extremity of what once was my friend, that is somehow still alive.
"We'll be back shortly"
"Oh please, take your time."
"See you soon Gypsy!"
I was frozen for a bit. It's been so long since I've heard my own name said out loud. The last time was my parents saying the exact same sentence my siblings just told me. I was starting to forget my own name. I was having more and more memories pop back out to me. but the main one was that they called me "Gypsy". They said I was their little wonder. Their magical creation. I started to think for a split second, is this what they would've wanted from their magical son? Am I evil? Then I remembered that this is for them. He killed them and now I'm gonna give him a fate worse than death, being alive in an age like this, in the state he's in. Not being able to control yourself, and work forever under the person who killed your family is a pretty horrible fate. But maybe he should've thought about doing a few things differently. But he never thinks. He never figured out how to think.
I'm not evil. I'm doing what is right.
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