RIP Grandpa

Grandpa used to sit in that chair.

Sometimes I can still envision him rocking back and forth as he smoked his cigar reading the day's newspaper.

He loved cigars, always would have one right after breakfast.

She was never quite the same when he passed, never quite herself.

She barely eats now...if we're lucky maybe She'll have a few bites or so.

All she does is drink her tea and listen to old recordings.

I keep saying "grandma you have to eat or you'll get sick!" but she doesn't pay me no mind.

One time, I even brought her her favorite kind of meat. Young and fresh. Caught it,  skinned it, cleaned it and cooked it all by myself.

She kissed me on the cheek but only took a few small bites and that was it.

Mama says I should leave her alone and stop worrying so much.

It just hurts me that I can't do more for her. She's my grandma and I love her.

Me and my dad are out hunting today.

This is the best time right before the sun goes down. Makes it easier to sneak up on the critters.

"Dont move I think I hear one now!" He says to me. I get down on my hands and feet.

"Yup it's two of em..a girl and a boy! Quiet son or we'll scare em away!"

"Ok pop...I'm keeping still."

My pop readies his knife and slowly arches towards them through the bushes.

I know that look on his face, I've seen it a thousand times.

Everything I know is from him and grandpa. Had me hunting from the time I was eight.

My brothers are too soft for this kind of work. They can't deal with the screams and sight of all the blood.

Never really bothered me though. Ways I see it, we all gotta go someday anyway.

Still laying on my stomach, I peer through the bushes to catch a glimpse of the action.

I love watching my pop hunt. He's a killing machine...a veritable alpha predator.

He snatches the boy by the back of his neck and plunges the knife deep into his spine. After a couple of digs, the kids body begins to shake uncontrollably from the shock.

I see the eyes roll back in his head and his body gives one last spastic jerk before going limp.

My pops jacket and trousers are drenched in blood, but he just licks his hands clean.

The girl screams so hard she loses her voice. She tries to run but trips over a rock and falls.

What a cliche if I've ever seen one.

The pair must've been out here hiking or doing some other dumb shit like that.

"Hey boy! Come out here and do this one!"

I heed the command and suddenly appear from out of the bushes like a demon from hell.

A large bowie knife in my hands, I approach the petrified girl.

"Hurry up and do her son. We can have em skinned and cut up before nightfall. Dont be getting none of them fancy ideas either, we dont "play" with our food."

Her voice is gone but I can still tell what she is saying to me as I move closer towards her.

"Please! Please! Please dont kill me! Dont kill me please!"

Everyone always begs for their life in the end. I'm like what the hell makes you think your life is so special bitch?

Why worry about the inevitable? This is the part that always gets to me.

Her arms are raised in a feeble attempt to defend her body.

I bend down on my knees and gently take her hands in mine. I kiss them and caress her hair.

Patting her on the head. I whisper to her softly.

"Shhhhh miss....come on now dont be scared. This is Gods plan for you. Everybody got to die some time, today it's just your turn. Shhhhh now...it ain't gonna hurt for much long. Just lay back close your eyes and everything's gonna be alright. I promise ya."

I kiss her on the forehead and she follows my instructions. Still trembling, she lays back on the dirt road.

Eyes closed she takes one last deep breath, holds it in for several seconds then releases it.

I plunge the knife into her throat and work my way all the way down to her naval. Just like my grandpa showed me when I was little.

Her body opens up like a fruit and I'm treated to the beauty of her sparkling pink intestines in all its glory.

As the light fades from her eyes, I ejaculate in my pants just a little. This is what does it for me. The best part..its pure ecstacy.

I lap up some of the blood like a dog. It always tastes the best when they've just died.

My father walks over to me angrily and places his hand on my shoulder. I stand to my feet.

"Need ta cut out all of that sentimental horseshit boy. Why you always got to play around with em like that for anyway? Just kill the damned fucker and get it over with!"

"Aww pop i was just having some fun ya know? liven things up a bit. Ain't no harm in seeing em fall for it every time."

He doesn't answer directly but signals for me to hoist the girl up onto my shoulders. I obey him and pick up the still warm corpse.

He does the same to the boy and as we walk off he turns his head and says to me.

"Ya like that? See that move that I done there boy? Ya Grandpappy taught me that one when I was just a youngin close to your age. Called it the shake rattle roll...a couple of stabs straight into the spine'll have em dancin like the king himself!"

"Yeah pop it was great. Next time Im gonna try it out myself..."