Violate me

Edger allen Poe once wrote that the boundaries from death are at best shadowy and vague to me death is a chess game eventually you lose it's just all a matter of when you make the wrong move and it becomes checkmate the night of my parents death wasn't vague far from it their deaths were blunt and brutal my mother had been executed and stabbed like an animal my father had ran and had been hit by a car and shot in the face as a mercy to him that night I found out that my parents were holding a dark secret one that they had taken to their grave I buried my parents and my older brother had to do the embalming and cleaning of their bodies so they could be cleaned up for their burying.

I was only eleven at the time but I barely understood why I eventually was sent to live with my older brother he raised me with his wife and I was the quiet kid every one had me nicked named as little Dexter they had bullied me putting fake blood in my locker sticking a butcher knife in my locker and eventually the principal had to intervene my older brother took over the morturary I spent most of my time there I had helped cleaning up the aftermath of bodies exscrement piss anything left behind I was always around even doing the books that my mom had me do you when I was a kid keeping track of damages noticed on the body but then one day I was cleaning the office when I noticed something out of place a small statue hanging on a wall I pulled it downward and the wall opened up as I stepped inside classical music turned on and in the room was a wall of different people serial killers from different countries and cities and towns and I began to look around i found different weapons like trophies on a shelf and I said "oh my God" when I did I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around to see my brother and he said "I didn't expect you to find this" Marcus said as he looked guilty I looked at him and my emotions were all over the place I didn't know what to say or do did I punch him did I break down I didn't know what to do.

I walked to the desk as I saw many different things notes detailed accounts of killers activities what they did where they went what they ate and drink of that day I turned to my brother and said "how long?" He sighed nineteen years they have been doing this for nineteen years before you were born your sister she was a victim to the Rocky mountain strangler he was Mom and dads first ever kill they eventually kept on at it till this and they had me always do recon before their kills they would only do local at first like they were a sick Dexter bonie and clide but eventually they branched out from Spain to Singapore they were good at it.

I put my hands on the desk as I looked at the papers as I punched the table and I said we need to turn this stuff over to the cops my brother sighed "we can't" I looked at him "why because it will implicate you?" He said "exactly why" I stepped back and said "fine then we burn it we can't have this shit" later that night we burned the papers my brother went and grabbed some gasoline and walked to a false bottom in a table as it had two bags with cash and passports and he said "where do you want to go?" I said "what do you mean?" He stood up and said "we need to leave cause you know we can't st-was all he got out as I looked down as knife was in my hand as I shot awake we were on a plane and the flight attendant a black haired Asian woman smiled and said "we landed in Tokyo sir" my brother stood their rolling his eyes as he had our bags and I got up and walked off the plane as I had a backpack with my clothes in the bag and my toothbrush with all the essentials as we walked through the airport I said nothing to my brother as he fixed his beanie and adjusted his hair and fixed his collar and said "you can stop staring I know you had a bad dream but this new start will be good for us away from everything" I nodded and said I know but I feel so out of place in Japan.