You Will Crave Me

You Will Crave Me

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Varick Gardell has done things in his life that would lead some to believe he was evil, while others to believe him heroic. After being tossed into prison the criminal must find something else to occupy his time and who better than Lucius Darcell, a curious prison guard. All innocent of course. For now.
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Varick Gardell has done things in his life that would lead some to believe he was evil, while others to believe him heroic. After being tossed into prison the criminal must find something else to occupy his time and who better than Lucius Darcell, a curious prison guard. All innocent of course. For now.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Sentence

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Submitted: February 13, 2017

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Varick Gardell was carefull. Every move thought out in detail, every plan carried out with precision. Every possibility and speed bump considered and avoided with ease. So careful until now, 12 years later. The office where he was to wait for his hearing was silent. The creaking of the walls only serving to send him into thoughts of his past. The past that lead him to this court room to this court room for his sentence.

He was six years old when he was able to understand the situation his mother was in. Six years old when he was able to understand the meaning of the cries and shrieks following the sharp slap of a hand and the loud snaps of a belt. Six years old as he hid under his bed wondering why he and his mommy couldn’t just run away and never see his ‘daddy’ again. He hated his dad for hurting his mom. All he could think was that someday, this man would pay for leaving those marks. For causing those tears. For making him hear the screams from the next room.

A small smile formed to Varick’s lips as his mind slipped to that very revenge he had promised all those years ago as such a young child.

He was 23 when he finally went to visit his mother on a college vacation. Normally he stayed on campus not wanting to deal with the abuse that went on in his old home. But it was Christmas and he wanted to surprise his mom. What he walked in on however was not a welcoming hug or the warm smell of a Christmas turkey in the oven. No. Instead he was greeted by his ‘father’ standing over his mother in the middle of the living room. It was clear what was occurring as he saw the blood falling from his mother’s legs, flowing onto the carpet. All the while punches and kicks were raining upon her already bruised and broken body. Neither notice their son witnessing the brutality.

His heart filled with rage and sorrow, his eyes seeing red as he raced forward pulling his special knife from his boot. Varick pulled the man of his sobbing mother, stabbing him in the stomach. Wanting nothing more than to see this man suffer, he continued to carve words into the monster. “Freak,” was carved into his arm. “Rapist,” into his chest. “Bastard,” into his forehead. And so he continued until his victim bled out, a lifeless corpse beside him. Satisfied he looked to the horrified, yet relieve face of his mom.

Without a word between them he picked her up setting her into a warm bath. Carefully he bathed her, while cleaning and treating her wounds. He proceeded to carry the tired healing woman to bed, softly tucking her in laying a kiss on her forehead, “Merry Christmas Mom,”

With that he went down stairs, cleaned the carpets, burned the body in a patch of woods miles from any living person, and disposed of his clothes which were soaked in blood. It was as he watched his wine stained shirt burn that he noticed how beautiful it was to watch the blood go up in smoke.

And that was how it started. His first kill but certainly not his last. Each killed a woman abuser. Men he found beating and or raping a woman of any age. Each one was done off the same way. Carved up and disposed of, with only the victims ID and the words ‘he deserved it,” written in their own blood. 12 years it took law enforcement to catch him.

A soft, “Mr. Gardell,” from his lawyer brought him from his thoughts. Varick looked up in response. “The judge is ready to see you now.”

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The courtroom reeked of dust and mildew leaving the room cold with little to be desired. Varick stood in front of the judge quietly. The heavy man nodded, “Varick Gardell. You are here to state your plea on your case. You are charged with 45 accounts of man slaughter. How do you plea?”

Varick smirked, “I plead guilty on all 45 accounts, and will even admit you a little extra information. Perhaps you can get yourself a nice raise. You can add ‘Cath Gardell’ to your list and call it 46 accounts.”

The judge faltered as he heard the admission of another murder. One they had not uncovered. “Your father…why…Never mind. I know why. You protected your mother didn’t you? Damn it Gardell. I have no choice. You are hereby sentenced 60 years to life at the Shelton Prison in Washington.”

It was no surprise to anyone that Varick was given a life sentence. He himself looked up with a tiny grin, “I know. But you also know my every note. My only notes…were true. They deserved what they got. Every god damn one of them.”

There was no struggle as the man was lead to his fate that he would gladly endure. This sentence was well worth every drop of blood spilled, and given the chance he would do it all again.


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