as Jesse stumbled down the stairs, he could hear the weeping and
he knew thatsomething had gone wrong. He cried out, "what's going
on?" "Jesse this is officer Potter, and he would like to talk to you," wept
hisgrandmother. "What's the problem officer?' mumbled Jesse half
asleep, rubbing his eyes. "Well, Jesse I don't know how to tell you this,
but this morning on I-43 your dadwas in a very terrible accident. He was
hit by a semi truck heading south on theinterstate. And when we arrived
upon the scene, your father was found dead."Stammered the nervous
rookie cop. "Oh God, oh God, who did this? how
did? why? I have to get out of here." Cried Jesse with a
face full of tears. "Jesse come back here!" Sobbed his grandmother.
Jesse then took off, and he told no one where he was going. So
now there is agrandmother weeping, a nervous rookie cop, and an upset
missing teenager; what is thefamily to do now. They just lost their dad,
and son, and now his child has taken off. Talkabout a nightmare of a
morning. After Jesse took off his grandmother sat there on the couch,
clutching the workshirt of her dead son crying, "Oh Edward, Oh Edward."
The cries echoed through theempty house as the grandmother sat there
in tears. "How could this have happened?" Thought Jesse to himself,
"he was just in GreenBay and now he's dead. Who did this? They will
get theirs." The only thing that kept Jesse going was his hatred. He
had to devise a plan to getback at the person who did this. The only thing
he could think of was to repay blood forblood. Jesse didn't know the
exact details of the accident, but when he found out heerupted into a fit of
rage. "So the driver of the semi fell asleep behind the wheel, huh? Itell
you what, he better not fall asleep tonight. There is one pissed of kid
coming forhim." As Jesse sat at home devising a plan to pay back
'blood for blood', hisgrandmother is planning out the arrangements for the
funeral. Jesse's plan sounds sosimple and fool proof that even a child
could pull this off. His idea was to wait untilabout 1 o'clock in the morning
and break into his house and deal with him in aninhumane manner. All
through his life Jesse had a fascination with torture. So for thissituation
he would bring out the art of Chinese torture. Chinese torture is when
smallblades are used and little cuts are made on the body, and the
person bleeds to death inenormous pain. Time passes by and it is
about the hour of 12 o'clock, Jesse begins to make hisway to the
murder's house, and thoughts of his dad go racing through his mind. On
theway there he breaks down into a tremendous sob. He gets very short
of breath and hisface is soaking wet from the cascade of tears running
down his face; all of a sudden, hesees the truck driver's house. His
sobbing stops instantly and a look of hatred flashesacross his face, just
like some one hit a switch. At this time he had no feelings, his heartwas
made of stone, he had to do what he set out to do, KILL! As he
walked through the field near by, he could hear a dog barking in
thedistance near the man's house. Jesse, on a mission, ignored the
warning signs of the dogand continued on. As he crawled through the
window into the living room, he could hearthe victim snoring in the
bedroom. He entered the darkened room, gun in hand, and hitthe switch.
"Wake the hell up!" Roared out Jesse in the blinding light. "So
now how does itfeel to be helpless, and knowing that you are about to
die." "Who are you? Whimpered the semi driver. "You killed my dad
you bastard! And a gun shot rang through the empty house. The shot
grazed the left leg of the truck driver, leaving him in total shock. He
wasover come by the pain and he passed out on the bed, this allowed
Jesse to tie him down tostart the torture. As Jesse made the first slit in
the truck drivers side, it sent his victimscreaming in pain. "What the
fuck, why are you doing this? Groaned the truck driver. "So you can
feel the pain that you gave me, and the pain you caused my dadbefore
he died. So I am going to enjoy this cause right now it's the only thing
that makesme feel good, and boy am I having fun right now." Slit by
slit, the truck driver wailed out in pain, until the moans became
faint,slower slower softer softer
until they stopped. All that is left is a bloody mess and no
traces of who did it. A smilecracked Jesse's face as he left the room,
and as he strolled out of the house you couldhear him mumble, "I hope
you rot in Hell!"
. grandmother sat there on the couch,
clutching the workshirt of her dead son crying, "Oh Edward, Oh Edward."
The cries echoed through theempty. crawled through the
window into the living room, he could hearthe victim snoring in the
bedroom. He entered the darkened room, gun in hand, and hitthe switch.