Blood and Mortar

There’s a monster under my bed. I know it, even if they don’t. It wants to eat me, but I don’t know why it doesn’t. My name is Caeli, and you’ll regret every meeting me.

When I was six, I killed my mother. Yeah, I put led in her morning peppermint tea. She drank it and died in pain. She hated me because I wasn’t pretty. I wasn’t gorgeous like her, but I knew I wasn’t ugly either, and she was just a jealous of my free mind. I hated my mom. When she died, I killed my father. I stabbed him in the neck with a kitchen knife. They put me in an orphanage. I killed twenty seven kids and three adults before they put me in Psychological care. I killed my doctor with a toothpick when he came to check up on me. I was thirteen when I was put in prison. Not even juvenile delinquency. I guess I deserved it. I killed three of my guards and nine other prisoners during lunch. I was the first kid to ever get capital punishment. Harsh right? Yeah, well, old friend of my mine, Court, broke me out. We managed to kill thirty one people in the span of two hours. Personal record, even for me. We kinda ganged up after that, and went back to all the places they held me and tied up some loose ends. Psychological care, the orphanage. I met someone else at the orphanage, some kid named Britx. He was tough. Tough enough to best me, so he joined me and Court’s little murder team. Killing became less of something we just did, and something we started to count. Me, Britx, and Court would do something simple, like go out to get milk, and ended up killing everyone in the store. We started a bit of a competition together. I always won. By the time I was sixteen, I had killed three hundred and sixty four people. Britx: seventy one. He was a bit soft. I was tempted to kill him a lot, but we were killing a lot more people by keeping him alive. Court, though, two hundred and ninety eight. I couldn’t let him blotch my record, so I started going on killing sprees more and more often. We lived wherever we could, and when cops came, we played our game again. It wasn’t long before started noticing people kissing and stuff, and it took a couple of hours before I got the whole relationship as Court explained it to me, and I tried right away. Court kissed me back. His eyes reminded me of frozen ponds: icy and deep and unforgiving. We were together a lot more after that, which seemed to make Britx awkward, so me and Court planned a prison break. We broke sixty nine kids out of the Psychological ward in Boston. We killed off the ones we didn’t like, and only elven were left. Six escaped, four decided to take over Boston for us because we were moving again. One girl, though, Morralin, stayed with us. She and Britx hung out a lot, even though I don’t think they were really a couple. Ever since I got the relationship thing, I wanted everyone to have a happy significant other. The day I turned seventeen, I owned most the USA. Forty three out of the fifty states were run by gangs, who were run by me. It was beautiful to be in charge. Me and Court got more and more famous, more hunted, more loved, more excited. Britx and Morralin were finally together, and still working with us closely. It turned out Morralin was really smart, and I put her in charge of several colleges we ruled, and Britx asked if he could settle down with her. So with tearful goodbyes, Britx left our group, and our original gang was broken for a little while. But it didn’t matter. Me and Court continued traveling from state to state, country to country, taking over things. On the sixth anniversary of Court and me dating, I offered Court the world. So, together, we ruled it.