A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 17: An Accident

Three hours had past since I committed my first murder. I really didn't want to call it a murder, I wanted to call it an accident. Deep inside of me, I didn't mean to shoot the cop; I didn't mean to do it. I guess my emotions had got the best of me because I was one the edge of peeing in my pants from being so scared and nervous when the cop was fighting me.
I remember after the gun shot was blown, I was surrounded by my whole family including Uncle Pinhead. Before he drove the car off, he must of heard the gun shot and came quickly to see what happen. Everyone, except for Glen, was very proud of me. Uncle Freddy and Uncle Leatherface each, had squished me into a big hug and told me that they wished that they were here to see me shot the cop. Aunt Esther gave me a good and a reassuring smile and said that I probably wouldn't be needing any train. Uncle Chucky, who had heard this, had agreed and gave me a hug also and a high five.
Everyone had congratulated me and when it came to my dad, he didn't say anything to me hardly. I didn't expect him too because I knew from since day one before we all left, my dad didn't want me training. I could understand that because believe me, I really didn't want to be trained either, but maybe this training would come in handy one day incase I needed to use it for self defense; just like today with that cop. If I was going to train from now on, I was only going to use my technique for self defense and that was a promise I was going to keep to myself.
That noon, when everyone was down stairs doing whatever, I stayed up in my room, thinking back to back about this morning at what happened to me and that cop. I didn't know the cop's name. I remember though, Uncle Michael searching through the cop's wallet and showed me a badge with the cop's name printed on it. I remember it said Paul; Paul something, I could remember the last name too well.
I let out a sigh and turned over on my side and looked across the room at my window. I saw a tree branch stretching across my window view and saw a blue bird tweeting. I smiled.
"Knock knock.", I heard someone say, knocking on the door. I looked over and saw my front door was closed. Then I looked over at my closet door and saw Uncle Boogey standing there.
"You can come in.", I gave Uncle Boogey a soft smile.
Uncle Boogey nodded and stepped into my room. He closed my closet door and walked over to me and took a seat at the end of my bed. "Something wrong my love?"
I shook my head, sighing. "Not really, I'm just thinking."
"About?"
I let out a sigh and slowly propped myself up on my elbows. I turned to Uncle Boogey and said, "Earlier this morning. A cop was here and...well,...I...well, um, I..."
I couldn't finish the sentence. I felt a lump forming in my throat and my stomach doing backflips. I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me and Uncle Boogey reached his hand over and touched my forehead.
"Lay down.", he commanded.
I did as I was told. I felt tears forming in my eyes, but I squeezed my eyes shut and forced them back. I laid back down and rested my head on the pillow.
"Now.", Uncle Boogey began. "Just relax and speak slowly."
I let out a long sigh and spoke. "Uncle Boogey, I killed a cop today. I didn't mean to, I mean it was self defense because he attacked me! And also-"
"Wait wait wait.", Uncle Boogey cut me off. "You killed a cop? An actual cop?"
I nodded my head.
Uncle Boogey let out a hoarse laugh that sounded scary. It sent shivers down my spine and gave me goose bumps.
"Well, guess that explains the loud bang I heard this morning. I thought it was Krueger at first throwing a bitchy fit cause you know how he is."
I giggled and nodded my head. "Yeah, sorry Uncle Boogey if I woke you. I only shot the cop for self defense. I should of had just called my dad or Uncles to come and save me, but that would of taken too long."
Uncle Boogey nodded. "It's ok love. All I got to say is that I'm proud of you for your first kill. And...wait, how old are you?"
"Ten.", I replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Ten.", Uncle Boogey said, shaking his head. "Ten years old and already committed a crime. Wow, that makes me more proud of you."
I gave him a half smile, not really sure whether I should give him a smile or not. I didn't see what the big deal was. Everyone was proud of me because of my first kill today. I don't find it too amusing. I don't see how killing people makes you feel relieved from what Uncle Chucky said the other day. From what I experienced earlier today, killing...well, it one word to describe it, it was scary.
"What are you even doing up here love, when you should be downstairs celebrating?", Uncle Boogey said, interrupting my thoughts.
I shrugged. "What should I be celebrating for?"
"For your first kill silly!", Uncle Boogey laughed the hoarse laugh again.
I rolled my eyes and felt myself being pulled up. Uncle Boogey pulled me off the bed and pulled me over towards the door.
"Uncle Boogey, what are you doing?", I asked.
"Going to go celebrate. Beside, I got two hours to kill before I have to go back to work.", he replied.
I didn't want to ask what he did for work, because I already knew what he did. I thought he would be the only killer in the family that only scared and killed little kids around my age, but then I forgot about Uncle Michael who was after his niece Jamie and Jeepers Creepers who probably would eat the if he ever got his hands on one.
Uncle Boogey held his black, torn and dirty robe up like a princess would do and walked down the stairs. I followed behind him. A part of me didn't want to go down there and celebrate, but a part of me didn't want to be alone either for the next hours before it came to bed time.
I followed Uncle Boogey into the living room and saw Uncle Freddy sitting on the recliner. He must of been sleeping as he brown fedora hat was tilted and covered his eyes. Uncle Leatherface was sitting on the floor, cleaning and polishing his chainsaw and Aunt Esther who was grown into the older woman she was meant to be, was sitting on the couch reading a book and drinking a cup of tea.
"Where the hell is everybody?", Uncle Boogey called out.
Uncle Leatherface and Aunt Esther looked up at us.
"Boogeyman!", Aunt Esther smiled happily. She got off the couch and ran over and hugged him. I saw Uncle Boogey turn back to me and gave me what looked like a mad face. I giggled and saw Aunt Esther give him a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to gag at the scene. I couldn't imagine kissing decayed skin and bone.
"Esther! Would you stop hugging and kissing people! Your actin like a slut!", I heard Uncle Freddy yell.
Aunt Esther shot him a death glare and backed away from Uncle Boogey and took her seat back on the couch. Uncle Boogey wiped his cheek with his sleeve as if trying to wipe the kiss away. I giggled at that and walked over to Uncle Leatherface. I took a spot on the floor next to him and saw how shiny his chainsaw was from cleaning it.
"It looks nice Uncle Leathy.", I smiled up at him.
Uncle Leatherface let out some kind of sound I never heard before and patted me on the head. It must of been a good sound as if saying thanks or something. I really didn't know. It was a shame that Uncle Leatherface couldn't talk like Uncle Michael could and my dad. Well, my dad couldn't talk, but he could speak to me through or with his mind; whatever one it was.
"What do you want Booger?", Uncle Freddy snarled at Uncle Boogey.
"Well, for started how about you get off your ass for once and show some respect. Aren't we suppose to be celebrating for Ashley since she made her first kill today!", Uncle Boogey replied.
I heard Aunt Esther gasp in the background and I turned around to see her putting her book away and smile. "That is a great idea! Well, we were going to throw a party for her, but we didn't have nothing to celebrate with. We don't got no decorations or anything; no cake no nothing."
"Well damn Esther, you act like it's the kid's birthday or something!.", Uncle Freddy snapped with a hint of rolling his eyes.
I turned to Uncle Freddy and wondered why he was in a bad mood. Maybe he wasn't in a bad mood. Maybe he was just being Uncle Freddy like he always been.
"Well excuse me asshoe, but how else are we going to celebrate? Give Ashley a pat on the back and say congratulations and that's it?", Aunt Esther snapped back.
Uncle Freddy slumped back in the recliner and pouted. I giggled at his reaction as so did Uncle Leatherface.
Uncle Boogey on the other hand was shaking his head in disgust at how they argued. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you two like each other.", Uncle Boogey said pointing fingers at both Uncle Freddy and Aunt Esther.
"Hell no!", Aunt Esther and Uncle Freddy both said.
Uncle Leatherface and I continued to laugh as Aunt Esther and Uncle Freddy continued to argue more and more. Uncle Boogey came over and pulled me up.
"Come on, lets leave the two love birds alone.", Uncle Boogey said, shaking his head.
I walked along with him and looked back to see Uncle Leatherface alone in between the two fighting love birds.
"Uncle Leatherface!", I called. "Come on." I smiled at him and waved my hand to follow. He got up quickly and ran over to catch up with Uncle Boogey and me. Uncle Leatherface and I followed Uncle Boogey into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Alright!", Uncle Boogey smiled evilly, showing his sharp teeth. "I'll tell you how we're gonna do this. Instead of having a party here, we're gonna have it some where's else."
I sighed. "Why should we have a party. It as just a stupid accident anyway that I did. I didn't even..."
"Hold it right there love!", Uncle Boogey cut me off. "We're gonna have a party whether you like it or not. Reason why is because...well, incase you didn't know love, your the first in the family to commit a first kill at an young age. I find that kind of rare, especially for a little girl."
I rolled my eyes. "It was an accident for what I did. I didn't mean to shoot him."
Uncle Leatherface reached his hand over and patted my head. I looked at him could see the sincere in his eyes. I let out a long sigh and told Uncle Leatherface I was alright. I did overreact a little bit I guess, but celebrating and throwing a party over killing a cop was just stupid. Maybe not for my psychotic family of course, but for me it was. I didn't mean to kill the cop. It was an accident...right?
I let out a sigh and thought that maybe it was best if I just went along and celebrate instead of arguing. Arguing wasn't going to get anybody no where; it was just going to cause more problems than there already was.
"Well, if we're not going to celebrate here, then, where are we going to celebrate?" I asked.
Uncle Boogey's smile grew even wider as he leaned over towards the table so that Uncle Leatherface and I could only hear. "We going to celebrate at Hell."