Page 81 of See No Evil

“You started comin’ into my room, waking me up, in the mornings, and late at night. You wanted to help me get washed up before school, give me baths at night. I didn’t like how you were lookin’ at me though, Luis, but I was a little boy.” He shrugged. “I ain’t really know why I didn’t like it. I just knew I didn’t. You were giving me baths and touchin’ things you had no business touchin’. And you’d linger there… for a long time. Sometimes, you’d just come into my room and stare at me. Sometimes, I’d pretend to be asleep, hoping that would make you go away. Sometimes, I’d stare right back at you. When I did, you would say, ‘You look so peaceful, Legend.’ Isn’t that crazy? A monster, tellin’ me that I look peaceful, knowin’ he’s about to ruin that peace, bit by bit.

“I guess…” Legend swallowed, trying to calm his nerves, “…I guess all that wasn’t enough after a while. You took it to thenext level. Degenerates like you always do. You get titillated from replaying what you did in your warped mind—that’s why so many of y’all videotape the shit, risk getting caught. It’s worth it to you. You’ll do anything to get your rocks off. That brings us to the next act in the show. That first time you pissed on me…” Legend picked up the jug of piss and shook it enthusiastically. “I had started getting mad. Fighting you. I was very small, even for my age back then, but I tried to bite you when you came into my room one night to get some ‘candy,’ as you called it.

“I was squirming and hitting and biting… itty bitty boy… and I was crying, beggin’ you not to do it again. ‘Please don’t touch me like that,’ I said. I was such a polite child, even while being tormented. You got mad. I wasn’t cooperating. So you took your clothes off, every stitch, and forced me onto the middle of the bed. I figured this was the part where you start fondling me, and all that weird shit you were into, but instead, you stood there and pissed on me. And you laughed… and laughed… and laughed some more. And then, you climaxed right in front of me…”

Legend sucked his teeth as his temper soared, and his mind felt as if firecrackers were flashing on and off inside of it. He was back in that little house he grew up in, all over again. He could smell the liquor on the men’s breaths, the food burning on the stove that Luis had forgotten about in all his excitement. He could see the flash of colors from when he disappeared outside of himself, imagining a world full of rainbows, love, and light.

Sparks of those days, so long ago, wormed their way into his head and he could feel himself losing control, but it was simply meant to be.Sometimes, folks must lose themselves to find the freedom they need.

“And then, you made me lie there in the piss. The next mornin’, you told my motherIpissed the bed, and she yelled at me while you got all the sheets up, to take ’em to the laundromat. Then you told her in such a sweet, calm, voice, ‘Paula, don’t betoo mad at him. He was thirsty last night, so I brought him some juice. Too bad he didn’t make it in time to the bathroom,” and you winked at me before leavin’ the house, as she was whoopin’ me with that whip you’d bought from the flea market.

“This right here is some piss, Luis. It’s pig piss. One of a kind! I imagine it’s aged like fine wine, too.”

Legend cackled as he shook the jug about. He then placed it down on the ground and marched over to Luis, who was dressed only in a pair of soiled underwear. He undid his shackles and handcuffs with a different key, then forced him onto the surgical table. Luis began to mumble incoherently. After Legend had secured the bastard, his wrists and ankles clamped to the table, he grabbed the jug of pig urine, and poured it all over him.

The man writhed about, closing his eyes as the yellow secretion ran down his face.

“You like that, Luis? Yeaahhhh… I imagine you and pigs are closely related, so it shouldn’t be no problem. I wanted to give you something you’re used to! Do you know that I dreamed about killin’ you for the majority of my life? It’s important to dream, Luis. Dreams become goals. Goals become plans. Plans become reality.

“What a reunion. It’s literally a dream come true! See, I made some bad decisions in my life, but there was a silver lining in one of ’em. The prison reform system don’t reform nobody—they just make us better criminals. My good ol’ Uncle Ortiz found my ass and hipped me to some game. Now, of course, anyone who knows Ortiz knows he’s a businessman first, family be damned. I can respect that. He told me one day, anything I needed, he had me. That was after I refused money and gifts from him. Yeah… lesson learned, right? You taught me well. Then, one day, he told me he didn’t have any sons, only daughters, and he wanted me to be a part of the family business, so to speak.

“He said my father wasn’t like me and him, but that I had that leader spirit, I told him then, and many times afterwards, that I would pass on that. Over time, I found out what ol’ Uncle Ortiz was really about. Before he was released from prison, he told me that if I ever needed help, or was in trouble, to let him know. I did in fact have a little project I was working on. I had been watching your ass, keepin’ tabs on you from a distance, but I wanted some alone time with you… one on one. There could be no fuck ups. No trace. No evidence. He said, ‘Nephew! I got you! Whatever plan you have, I can help you with it. Say no more.’

“Now, I’m a businessman too, Luis. I understand how these things work. So, you have to be careful what you tell folks… even family. Funny, you were living a nice, quiet life here, huh? Out of the spotlight. That’s because another little boy you’d molested was singin’ like a bird, only his mama believed him, so that changed everything. Off to the cops they went. Then another little boy came forward, sayin’ the same thing. And another. And another. This was long after you were finished with me, and had broken up with my mother when I was no longer of use to you. I was in my teens by the time this all hit the fan.

“You had you some new blood. Once word got back that you might be in trouble after years of molesting and raping little boys, you were outta there, on the first thang smokin’. See, the police had found evidence. They went to your apartment after you’d already jumped ship, leavin’ a bunch of stuff behind, and found videos of you with children. But nobody could find you. You changed your name, came to Puerto Rico, to a different city, and started over. But the past always comes back to haunt us, don’t it, Luis? The promises we make must be kept, and I promised myself that I was going to find you, track you down like the fuckin’ wild pig that you are… and give you a taste of your own medicine.”

He ripped the tape off the bastard’s mouth, and the man immediately began to wail and scream. He spoke fast in Spanish, his eyes wild and manic.

“JUST KILL ME! GET IT OVER WITH!”

Legend ignored the man’s pleas. “Remember when you’d hide in my closet, sometimes? You’d hide in there, and just watch me playin’ with toys, or taking a nap. I know now what you were doing in there, but at the time, I was too little and naïve to understand. I’d just hear the sounds of you jerkin’ off while I innocently played and slept in my room.”

Legend went over to a record player and turned it on.

“Remember this song, mothafucka?” Willie Colon & Hector Lavoe’s ‘El Dia De Mi Suerte’ played on the scratchy record. “You used to play the shit out of this, over and over and over again, to drown out my screams as you and your little friends did revolting shit to me. I used to hate this song. I used to hear it and instantly throw up. But now, I dance to it. I own my own copy of it, and it’s a motherfuckin’ banger!” He got in Luis’ face and sneered. “You know why I dance and clap to this? I fear no evil! I see no evil! You gotta make your enemies your footstools, man. The monsters become the manholes. I ain’t a victim TO SHIT! Not to you, not to a damn song, tonothing!”

“Oh God!¡Dios ayúdame!”

Legend went to his duffle bag and pulled out a BB gun. “God ain’t gonna help you, so you can stop askin’. But God does help those that help themselves.” He winked in his direction. “Isn’t this cute?” He waved it about. “Mama hated when me, Axel, and Caspian had these, man. She couldn’t figure out where we were getting them from. We stole them, of course. She always said someone was gonna get hurt. Nobody ever did, but today, that all changes.”

The man started back hollering and wailing.

“Nobody can hear you in here, mothafucka!” Legend took the gun and slapped him hard in the face with it. Then, he grabbed the bastard’s face, squeezed his chin, and forced his mouth open. He drove the barrel of the BB Gun into the dry mouth of the beast…

BAM!

Blood trickled from Luis’ mouth when the pellet gun went off. Legend laughed and danced around to the music, waving the gun in the air. Rocking his hips, doing the salsa.

“You’re still alive! See? Not so bad… just in a hell of a lot of pain. We got all night. Remember you told me that? My mama would leave to work third shift, and you’d whisper that in my ear.”

Slurred groans came from Luis’ mouth as his eyes rolled.

Legend went around the side of the table and yanked the bastard pedophile’s underwear down. The man began to squeal and twist about, to no avail for his limbs were attached to the table. And there was no escape. Legend shot the fucker in the butt cheek, then readjusted his aim and shot him in the nuts. A puddle of blood quickly formed between the bastard’s legs.

Luis’ wails and screams filled the trailer, competing with the music and Legend’s laughter. The excruciating pain he must have felt became an orchestra of distress calls and moans.

“WHAT’S WRONG, LUIS?! I thought youLIKEDbein’ touched there? AWWWW! Luis is cryin’! What a shame!Todos los monstruos deben morir.”

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