Story of a troubled boy. (Trigger warnings: Abuse)

[Adolphus Killious]

The day was cold. December 13th, 1984. A child by the name of Adolphus, was being hit by his father. The tall male kicked his child in the stomach many times, 12 times to be exact. The small child has black jet hair and dark brown eyes, his skin was pale as his father locks him in the basement. The small boy was blamed for all of his fathers mistakes, ever since his mother's death. Adolphus was blamed for it, even though she died in child birth. The 4 year old was then, thrown down into the basement.... This is where the story begins for the black haired child.

"Keep your ass down there, boy." The father spoke with drunken venom, glaring down the stairs at his only son. Gregory, the boy's father, stumbled away from the door, only to slam it shut, locking the three locks that dressed the door. Adolphus stood weakly from his spot on the floor where he landed, making his way up the stairs, holding onto his left side. Placing his left ear on the door, he heard his father stumble and crash onto the sofa. The child turned, wobbled down the steps, making his way to the area he set up a bed. Slowly sitting, Adolphus groaned, holding his side as he felt a sharp pain.

Slowly laying down, his mind wondered to how he can save himself from the abuse. The basement was dark, with the only light being from the streetlights beaming into the room. The boy's eyes traveled around the basement with the little light he had, noticing the hot water heater. He sat up, thinking to himself on how to survive the rest of his days here until he is able to move out. His body was tired and his mind shut down as his eyes closed to sleep, thankful he is still alive.

The years went on, being thrown to the basement, kicked, punched, starved. The school not doing anything about the abuse the child suffered. Adolphus was now in middle school, the year was 1997, He was still bullied for this smell, bruises, and small cuts. He lost all emotion, he was cold towards everyone as he would always be called into the principle's office for the fighting. Every time he would get suspended, it meant more torment at home from his father. Once he arrives at his home, upon opening the door, he would get a bottle to the face, causing a gash to bleed profusely.

"What the fuck is wrong with you boy? What did I tell you about getting into fights at school?" Gregory snapped with drunken venom. Adolphus stood and held his cheek, not daring to say a word. He had a strategy to getting his father to change his tone of voice towards him. The boy walked to his room, sitting down on his makeshift bed, throwing his bag down to pull out some books he got from the school. They were about the serial killers of that time. Reading, studying each moment of the killer's life, how they got away with it for so long. Thinking of a way to do so, himself.

Adolphus read and studied till dusk, His body felt slightly weak for not eating that day. Standing, he heard the door to the basement unlock, hearing the stomps of the footsteps of his father traveling down them heavily. Pressing his body against the wall, the stumbling male finally made his way down the stairs, facing his son with a knife. Adolphus watched his father closely, stumbling over. This is my chance. The child thought, looking around the room. Down in the corner of the basement to the right, was a small ball. Looking from the ball to the slow male, Adolphus ran to the ball, throwing it at his father's face, knocking him down to only drop the knife.

Adolphus ran and grabbed the knife before his father could, sitting upon his body, the child looked down at the old man, gripping the knife tightly, plunging it deep into his fathers eye sockets. He stabbed and stabbed, got drenched in the blood, hearing his screams echo through out the basement, his body kept attacking, no stopping in sight till the breathe of this father, finally stopped. Panting, he plunged the knife once more into his father's eye, leaving it there. The child stood, tilting his head to the left, smirking. The plan was coming together, now, it's to destroy the home and the nightmares.

He went to the garage, grabbed his father's gas tank that he had stored, pouring it from the door to the basement, down to the water heater., throwing the can towards his father's motionless body. Going back up the stairs, pulling out the matches he got from the kitchen, to only light, throw and run out of the home before the water heater explodes. He also lit the gas stove while he was looking for the matches. He raced outside and turned, looking at the fire, proud of himself as he was dripping blood from his small frame. The boy and his father, lived in the countryside away from anyone, but the smoke from the home raised cause for alarm to the nearest neighbors. They called the Fire Department, only for the home to explode once they arrived to grab the boy away from the explosion.

Adolphus was laughing at what he had done, causing him to be evaluated by psychiatrists, only to be found, unfit to stand trial to the murder of his father, for the years of abuse, made him snap. The boy stayed in a mental institution until the day he passes on.... or, till the day, he escapes out of there.