If you had
Would you capture
Or just let it
I'm a creep. I'm a
weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. -
"He was always so
nice," they would say. "Never did a thing wrong."
That is what they
would say about me but they never saw how plagued I really was.
They never saw the tortured me. I always masqueraded around as
the happy child and they couldn't see through the façade. They
couldn't see the real me. My name is Atton Brown and I am a
demented human being.
I haven't always
been this way, I used to be perfectly normal. My birth was
conventional; when I came out and saw a man and a woman. The
woman was my mother and, at the time, I thought the man was my
father. Later on, I found out that my father never came and that
man was just a doctor.
When I was very
young, maybe two years old, my dad stuck a needle in my arm. He
told me it was medicine, but I did not believe him. I really did
not understand why then, but every day for the next ten years, he
did it. At first, I would bleed and he would wipe it away but
after awhile, it seemed, the blood went away on its own. As I
grew older, I grew lonelier. My mom was either out or yelling at
My only escape from
the chaos was school. Even though I didn't have any friends, I
loved it. I excelled in all of my classes, mainly science.
However, in one instance, I unintentionally stuck out.
The world is full
of crazy people. Once in school there was someone crazy enough to
bring a gun to school. I don't remember the specific details but
I remember the look on the boys face. His name was Thomas, I
think. He looked so angry at the world, yet so sad at the same
time. The second his finger slipped and squeezed the trigger, he
looked afraid. The bullet zoomed towards me and tore through my
I thought I was
dead but, six hours later, I woke up in my house. I rubbed where
the bullet had supposedly gone through but there was nothing
there, there wasn't a scar on my body. After that day, I began to
cut my wrists but still I didn't die.
There were many
needles in my house, my mother's and my father's. The needles
that belonged to my father were purely scientific but my mothers
were not. In times of abandonment, drugs became her friend. She
said it was her own personal experiment but she became addicted.
I do not think she was completely aware of what she did. When she
was finished, she would either cry or bleed. My father never even
tried to help her. Despite of every illegal and immoral action I
still loved her, my father, however… was another story. I never
blamed my mother's addiction on her. Most people would, but I
blamed my father. He tormented the both of us, directly or
indirectly. If he had been there, if he had cared, heroin would
not have been my mother's love.
One night, February
if I remember correctly, my mother and father had an argument.
Arguments happened on a daily basis then, so I did not pay much
attention to it. I should have. But the yelling was so loud that
night; I didn't want to hear, so I locked myself in my room and
barricaded the door. I hid in my bed and covered my ears with a
It got louder and
they grew angrier. Then, through the anger, there was silence. I
ran downstairs and my mother was nowhere to be found. The man who
called himself my father, told me not to worry.
By the time I was
twelve, he stopped. He stopped hanging out with me and stopped
testing and I never saw my mom again. I went to public school for
the next few years at Marshall High. It felt good to be normal
for a while. Soon I discovered I was not normal, as did everyone
else. The things I heard, the things I did, the things I saw;
they called me emo. I hated them for it, all of them.
There were cuts on
my wrists and blood on the knife. That was my Saturday night.
There were no dates, no friends; no, not for the "emo kid." My
bloodstained floors and walls teeming with hate were a bane to
all. Even my own father didn't dare enter. Eventually, I learned
to mask it all. I learned to fake a smile. I hid and became
something I wasn't.
My dad had a job
working for a business tycoon, McCormick or McCoy, or something.
I looked for someone to spend time with, to take his place and
found a man in Mid-Airosfield. However, I quickly began to annoy
him, not intentionally though.
One summer, my
father and I lost our house, something about not being able to
pay the mortgage. My dad and I found an old forest in the
outskirts of Downtown Airosfield. We made it to the end of it and
found a considerable stretch of land, about two acres ending in a
waterfall. I warned him it was unsafe but he never listened to
Something in me
changed one day when I went over to Mid-Airosfield to see my
Here I sit while
I'm caught up in deep thought again, contemplating my next plot
again. -Marshall Mathers
Werly Adams was the
typical American. He was tall, with dirty blonde hair, and blue
eyes. He had gone through some hard times and done many things he
regretted. Then again, who hasn't? Now, he hada lovely wife and a
beautiful daughter whom he loved with all his heart. Werly lived
in a comfortable two-bedroom apartment in Mid-Airosfield, Werly
had everything he needed. However, when you are in his position,
the only place you can go is down.
Being a few years
older than his wife is; Werly was convinced he needed to stay in
shape. To do this, he would take a three-mile jog every morning
at 5:00 and the one day he didn't, it began.
"NO! NO!" someone
screamed. A shot rang out. A sharp rock hit Werly and his neck
started to bleed. "Murderer!" another voice yelled.
Werly bolted up in
bed, frantic, and hurriedly threw open his eyes. Breathing
heavily and panting, he reached to the back of his sweaty neck
and trembled as he touched his scar.
"Ten years," Werly
muttered softly to himself. He leaned over to the edge of his bed
and glanced at his clock. "Aw man," he sighed. "I overslept,"
Werly said waking up in a not so hot mood. He checked his clock
and swore he'd set the alarm. 7:30 his clock read.
Not only had he
missed his jog, but also he had just an hour to get to work. Joy,
his daughter, was already at school. May, his wife, had gone out
for morning errands.
Werly tried to move
quickly to get out of bed and he rushed through a shower. Then he
brushed his teeth, ironed and put on his clothes. Werly swiped a
strawberry bagel on the way out, but he flew out of the door too
quickly to notice young Atton Brown standing there watching him.
Just watching, as if, he was waiting for something.
Atton stood at
maybe five and a half feet. He weighed in at about one hundred
fifteen pounds; quite scrawny and thin for a sixteen year old.
Atton was almost a miniature version of his father. But no matter
where Atton went, he would wear the brown leather jacket his
mother gave him before she "went away."
He reached inside
of his pocket and pulled out a small, cracked, brown book. It was
March 4. My
sixteenth birthday, but nothing has changed. I think the same as
I did six years ago. I asked Mr. Adams to play catch since my own
father wouldn't. He said he was too busy.
March 5. Mr. Adams
hit me because I annoyed him. (Along with one other
March 6. Mr. Adams
threatened to have me arrested so I vacated his property. I had a
conversation with…It to decide what to do.
Today March 7 8:10
Mr. Adams is rushing to work after I disabled his alarm. Today
the mind games begin. My -our plan is falling into motion.
"Excuse me, Mr.
Adams sir I …uh," Atton stuttered.
"Huh," Werly said
getting into his car. "Oh, it's you."
Werly had nothing
against Atton, personally. But over the past few weeks, Atton had
constantly aggravated Werly. He just wanted Atton to leave him
alone for a while.
"Look kid, go bug
someone else today I'm late for work." Atton did not move. "I
said go!" He yelled, frustrated.
In that instant the
helpless and timid Atton disappeared, all of his weaknesses
faded. His scared expression vanished and he just stared at Mr.
Adams. This was no ordinary stare, it was a harsh, cold, and
intense stare. For a fraction of a second, Atton's eyes shifted
to a deep blood red. Atton shuddered and he returned to the
scared little boy, he slowly backed away and Werly sped off. A
tear ran down Atton's left cheek because he knew what he had
"You have done
well," a voice whispered in his mind.
Yesterday, all my
troubles seemed so far away, now it looks as though there here to
stay. -The Beatles
Werly sped down the
highway. He ran a few red lights but made it to work only twelve
minutes late. He worked for an advertising company, the Umbrella
Corporation. You know the company that makes the commercials with
the songs that are stuck in your head; that is the Umbrella
Werly had had a
reoccurring nightmare over the last few days and it followed him
to work. Werly tried to sneak into his cubicle but his friend,
Alec, stopped him.
"You're late," Alec
"Shh," Werly hushed
him, "I know. I just hope…" Werly ducked down into his
Tim, the boss's
yes-man, rushed into the room. Tim rarely talked to anybody,
unless that person was going to be let go, and Werly knew
Tim said quickly to Alec.
"Not here," Alec
"I didn't ask for a
sarcastic answer," he snapped.
Alec shrugged, "I…
care?" Tim didn't go anywhere. "Look, I don't see him and you
don't see him. His shift started about fifteen minutes ago, so we
know he's here." Tim stood there impatiently tapping his foot.
"If I see him I'll let you know; ok?"
Tim scoffed and
hurried off, shuffling into the boss's office. Alec nudged Werly,
letting him know it was okay to come out.
exhaled, "thanks man. I owe you one."
"You owe me six,"
he told him, "but whose counting."
The both smiled,
letting the joke slide off them. Werly took his seat and Alec to
the one behind him, facing the opposite direction.
struggling to meet his deadline for this new cologne
advertisement. He just couldn't seem to reach a satisfying hook
for this product. He looked up from his work and Angela walked
"Damn," Alec said
turned around just to walk her walk, "I can't believe you hit
"Shh," Werly said a
little quieter, "I don't need the whole world to know."
"Oh yeah," he
laughed, "Mr. Married-Man over here. Is it that big of a
"I just do not need
that to get out because I really don't feel like having that
argument with May," Werly explained. "This ring means I stay
faithful to her and no one else."
"Take the ring off,
then what are you?" Alec paused. "You really need to loosen up
he chuckled. "How about I take you out to the club again
"Come on," Alec
pushed, "one night."
Werly gave in and
attempted to bury himself in his work. He stared at the same
sheet of paper all day, but he didn't write down a single word
because his mind was wrapped around the nightmare he had and the
creep, Atton that kept hanging around him.
So crack a bottle.
Let your body waddle. Don't' act like a snobby model you just hit
the lotto. -Marshall Mathers
Werly arrived home
to his beautiful wife and kid. He kissed his wife on the lips and
his daughter on the forehead. Werly paused for a moment.
In the last six
months, he'd gained a stalker, cheated on his wife, and shirked
some responsibilities at work. He was changing and his next
action was one he would most certainly regret.
"Hey guys," he
smiled, "I can't stay. I'm meeting Alec in a few."
His wife gave him a
suspicious look out of the corner of her eye. She suspected
something earlier that week when he had almost called her Angela.
Now she was almost certain he was going to see her again, but
this time he actually wasn't.
Werly's life wasn't
necessarily bad. But every now and then all the stress of your
life just collapses on you; this was Werly's collapsing
He hurried upstairs
to change his clothes, May followed closely behind him.
"Baby," she began.
"We have to talk."
"Yeah," he said
taking off his shirt, searching for a more casual one. He decided
on a red button collar shirt and began searching for his pants to
go with it.
"We need to talk,"
He paused, waiting
for her to say more, "Ok…talk."
She was somewhat
taken aback by his impatient attitude. "It's about Joy…"
Werly pulled up his
black pants, mumbling obscenities under his breath. As he
searched for a belt he snapped at her, telling her to, "Just spit
it out already!"
Werly froze. Today
was just not his day. On top of everything that had just
happened, he now had a pregnant daughter. He turned to her,
asking her the question with his eyes.
"Is it true?" his
eyes seemed to ask.
She nodded. Werly
released an exasperated sigh, as he buttoned his pants and
fastened his belt. Werly didn't say anything to May. He found a
jacket to go with his shirt and walked downstairs. Joy was
sitting in the kitchen and he walked towards her. She looked up
at him and he just shook his head. He stormed out, met up with
Alec, and let the intoxications unwind him.
There is no
escaping. There's no place to hide. You scream, "Someone save
me!" But they don't pay no mind. -Marshall Mathers
That entire night
was a drunken blur. He vaguely remembered arguing with his wife.
He hoped he hadn't laid a hand on her though.
Werly arrived late
to work again the next day, sluggish and hung-over. Today he
didn't have the reflexes to avoid Tim. Sure enough, the little
yes-man came zooming in the room.
"Werly, Mr. Mathis
needs to see you," Tim told him.
made his way to the boss's back office. He knocked on the door as
he opened it.
"Have a seat,
Adams," Mathis calmly told Werly. Werly did, of course. "How long
have you been here?"
That's how these
conversations always start, Werly thought, I just know I'm
getting pink slipped. "Seven years, sir," Werly answered, "eight,
next week." Werly tried to keep his nerves steady.
"I'd say you've
done a fine job; wouldn't you?" Mr. Mathis continued.
"Yes sir," Werly
replied, trying not to sound over precocious.
"I'll get right to
it, Adams. You've seemed preoccupied lately. Your areas of sales
are slipping and you appear to be a little out of it," he
explained. "Now all I'm saying is you need a bit of… vacation
firing me," Werly sighed.
"No, I'm just-," he
"Yes you are,"
Werly interrupted. "You don't have to sugarcoat it. This is just
like Thompson, and Emmett, and Marcus."
"I gave them a
vacation," his boss explained, "just like I'm giving you."
ignorantly yelled at his boss. "You're firing me. I've been here
for eight years. I'm the best damn thing that's happened to this
company and you're firing me!"
"You show up to
work drunk and have the audacity to be upset with me!"
"Yes! The last
three people you've fired have died. Are you trying to kill
"Hey it was just a
little time off! You know Emmett and the others passed away.
That's not my fault! I hear what you all say about me. You say
how big of a jerk I am. You make bets that I'm cursed or that I
kill them for the money. It's not like that. They're gone and I
had nothing to do with it."
congratulations," Werly said standing up from his seat. "You
killed me!" Werly stormed out of the room fuming mad and slammed
the door behind him.
He blew past
everyone who tried to talk to him, he slid into the closing
elevator. He let out a sigh of anger and swore under his breath,
then looked down to his left and saw Atton.
"Holy sh-," Werly
almost said upon seeing Atton.
"Hello Mr. Adams,"
Atton eerily intoned.
"Heh - hey kid,"
Werly slid into the opposite corner of the elevator. He reached
to press a button to go down but it didn't work.
"You're not going
anywhere, Mr. Adams," Atton stoically stated. "All I wanted was
for you to play catch with me because my own father wouldn't. Is
that so wrong?"
Werly began to
quiver with fear. Sweat seeped from his skin and flowed down his
face. "I -I did," Werly shook. "That one time," he continued and
gave a weak chuckle.
"You hit me," Atton
said menacingly, drawing closer.
Werly smacked the
emergency button and bolted out of the open elevator door but
Atton did not pursue him. He stood there and eyed Werly as he
dashed down the hall. Atton smiled sinfully as the doors closed.
Then, all of a sudden, his expression shifted to a frown.
"What is wrong?" a
voice in his mind said strongly.
"Why are we doing
this?" Atton asked, his voice breaking.
"Because, he harmed
us," it explained. It was no longer just a whisper; it was a
powerful voice in his head.
"But we-," Atton
"Hush, boy!" the
voice harshly scolded. "I know what is right for us… for you." It
tried to console him and Atton gave in.
"Okay," Atton said
weakly. "You know what's best."
Nothings all right,
nothing is fine... I can't go on living this way. -Papa
When Werly arrived
home, it was about half past noon. May was home and Joy was at
school. How was he going to tell her he lost his job? Of course,
he'd tell her the truth.
"Hey, honey. What
are you doing home so early?" she asked.
"I got fired,"
Werly wanted to say. He wanted tell her everything, including
Atton; but he could not. Instead, he froze when she asked a
"I, uh…um got off
early," he finally spat out. "The boss gave me some vacation
That's sort of the
truth Werly thought. Besides, that's what he said.
"I'm not feeling
well," he told May. "I'm gonna go lie down."
"Okay honey," May
said understandingly. "Feel better."
"Yeah, thanks," he
He stumbled to the
bathroom and started running hot water. Werly gently splashed
some in his face and looked into the mirror. He swore he saw
Atton. Werly jolted back and turned around, but no one was
"I'm going nuts,"
Werly whispered to himself.
Werly walked out of
the bathroom and across the hallway, back to his bedroom. He lay
down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. His eyes drooped and
he softly drifted to sleep. As he did, his nightmare slowly crept
up on him.
That's when my days
of serial murder manslaughter begun, the sight of blood excites
me. -Marshall Mathers
"NO! NO!" someone
screamed. A shot rang out. A sharp rock hit Werly and his neck
started to bleed. "Murderer!" another voice yelled.
Werly ran away from
the two figures. He could not make them out. He knew who they
were but didn't want to remember their faces. Werly stole into a
dimly lit alley.
"What did I just
do?" Werly mumbled to himself. "I killed a man." Werly shook his
Another man entered
the alley. The man was younger than Werly but slightly resembled
him. His hair was messier, his face was unshaven and the night
"Did you get him?"
the man asked.
"I got him," Werly
"He was gonna cross
us, man," the man warned him. "No one crosses us."
Werly agreed. "No one crosses us."
"That means you,"
the man accused Werly. "You know that was a two man job. You were
working with him," he continued.
The man held a gun
to Werly's gut. He stared into his eyes wishing something would
happen. The silence was deafening, Werly pushed the gun
"No, Emmett you
know that's not me," Werly convinced him. "They've brainwashed
you, man. We have to get out."
"We can't get out,"
Emmett said doubtfully shaking his head. "No one gets
"We will," Werly
promised. "I swear. We'll leave this life behind us and start
"Yeah," Emmett said
"Get a nice cushy
office job," Werly joked.
He and Werly often
made fun of people with office jobs. They said if they ever were
stuck with those jobs they would kill themselves. Emmett and
Werly did not just want to sit behind a desk; they wanted
action.Werly heard footsteps rapidly approaching them. "Get out
of here, man," Werly told Emmett, "Run." Werly backed into the
shroud of shadows in order to conceal his identity. A small boy
stood in front of him holding a knife in his left hand.
"You killed him,"
the boy furiously screamed.
"Look, you have to
understand, I-," Werly tried to explain.
"You killed him!"
The boy lunged at Werly with his knife at hand and just before
the cold steel lacerated him, May shook him awake.
It kinda feels like
déjà vu. I wanna get away from this place, I do, but I can't…
"Honey wake up,"
she said gently. "Wake up, you're having nightmare."
panted. "Oh, May," he said relieved. "What time is it?"
"It's six Werly,"
she told him.
"Wow, I was out
that long?" Werly realized. "Where's Joy?"
"She's out," May
vaguely told him.
Werly wondered. May didn't respond. Werly knew he was right. "I
can't stand him." He noticed she had her shoes on and her purse
in her hand. "Where are you going?"
"Just to get a few
things that I forgot this morning," May answered.
"Don't worry May,
I'll get them," he offered.
"Thanks honey," May
said happily. "I left a list on the kitchen counter. Oh, don't
forget we have to visit your aunt Bertha this weekend."
Werly shuddered at
her name. His aunt Bertha crept him out ever since he was a
little kid. She gave him a light kiss on the lips and he went to
run the errands. He swiped the list on his way out.
His fear of Atton
lingered around him as he drove. When he looked in the rearview
mirror, Werly swore he'd seen Atton, just frozen there, but in a
flash, he disappeared. He redirected his attention to the road
and saw Atton in the middle of the street. Werly immediately
slammed on the brakes.
"We were talking,
Mr. Adams," Atton said impassively, "and you walked away. That
was rude."Werly tried to go in reverse but his car wouldn't
"I told you," Atton
began, "you aren't going anywhere."
"What do you want
with me?" Werly asked.
In a voice that was
both sinister and cheerful at once Atton replied, "I just wanted
to play." Then continued, "But you were mean to me. So I'll do to
you what I did to the others."
He walked closer to
the car and began circling it. Werly made sure not to lose eye
contact with him.
Thompson, and Marcus, and Emmett," Atton evilly spoke.
Fury struck Werly's
heart. He and Emmett had gotten out, just as they had planned.
Then they had even gotten the office jobs they ridiculed. A few
months ago, Werly had noticed Emmett acting strange. Actually,
there was a pattern in his behavior. It resembled the two before
him, and now Werly realized why. It was Atton. Emmett was his
little brother and Atton had killed him. "You killed them!
"You will what,"
Atton cynically barked, "Mr. Adams?" Atton's eyes flashed red
once more. As soon as he reached the back of his car, Werly sped
Adams," Atton said vindictively, "for good."