55 Outtake: Howard Hunt 8 (2/2)
He would only return to the house the day his father died and shoot his body in his grave just to make sure nothing could bring him back. Mercy? He didn't have those sort of ideas for a man who pretended to be sick and leeched off his sons. Mercy? He didn't have it for the two-faced mother of his who left him when it mattered the most. Mercy? He didn't even have it for the brother of his who made sure to steal his parents from him and make him live like a slave in his own home. He was done with them. He would no longer have anything to do with these people. He was decided.
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Everyone slept peacefully at the barn, but Howard sat on his bed, a withered look on his face as he gazed on his sleeping brother. The palms of his hand sweated as fear and intention gripped him. This was it, if not for Henry then how would his mother have abandoned him and gone away? And he dared to be better than Howard. He dared to flaunt his better conditions in front of his older brother, the man who had raised him and helped feed and clothe him. Howard was filled with rage.
He heard the light snoring coming from Henry and sighed heavily. He went back to bed, scared of what he was about to do. He closed his eyes and dreamt of butchering his brother.
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Days passed as his dreams and intentions recurred. It plagued him to even look at his brother without thinking of the various ways he could do away with the pest that had invaded his life and taken absent from him everything that he knew. It was all Henry's faultl, his mind kept telling him.
One night he finally snapped. He gripped his brother by the throat and fiercely pressed down and ended his little life. The deep-seated fear of being found left his body when he went to the outhouse to get the metal tools and dismember him. He remembered the time he had stabbed the poor frog to death and realized that this… this was much better.
The monster inside him churned and reared its ugly head as he proceeded with the process… His eyes glowed with delight as he tied the limbs in the sheet they had been sleeping on and took it out into the forests early next morning.
His brother had run away. Everyone knew that he did.
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No one questioned his absence. They had seen too many people come and go.
The madness in his brother's eyes escaped these people.
Until one day they were being questioned about his life.
The cops said he killed people. They couldn't understand how such a strange yet good boy could do something of the sort. And that was the story of Howard Hunt.