to the end [shay]

[aidric]

Three years. Three years Aidric had spent holed up in that god awful place and not one day had gone by where he’d not thought of his baby. The most important thing in his life and the one piece of flawless normality in his screwed up world; Shahara. Aidric cared for nothing else in his self absorbed life but Shahara. Years he had spent caring for her and teaching her and he regretted not a second, despite what had happened on that fateful night. As she was growing up, Aidric had taught his princess everything a child needed to know; how to count, how to read, how to kill. Yet in that final respect, Shahara certainly differed from her father. As much as he had tried; showing her, coaxing her and encouraging her, Shahara showed no interest in the sick games of her dad. Except it was worse than a lack of interest, Shahara was absolutely terrified of what Aidric tried so hard to get her to become.

It was her terror which ended Aidric up in the high security mental health hospital in the first place. The high pitched shriek of the fearful teenager was enough to alert a passing police man into catching Aidric red handed, armed and ready to kill his next victim. Despite this, Aidric held not one bad thought about his child. He was of course a little saddened that she didn’t want to follow the path he had chosen for her but he didn’t blame her or resent her for that scream, not one bit.

Over the years the ‘high risk’ inmate had managed to get himself downgraded-regular therapy sessions, good behaviour and being so pumped full of medication that he rattled made the men in the white coats somehow believe that he was no longer a risk to those around him. With this, Aidric was moved from the barbed wire fenced prison style hospital into a more relaxed setting. Relaxed enough that he’d managed to tie up one of the nurses during the drug round and steal her keys to walk casually straight out of the front gate.

Since then, only one thing had filled Aidric’s mind and that was getting Shahara back. He’d hunted high and low for information, threatening and bribing until eventually he was handed an address. The small crumpled piece of paper which now sat on the passenger seat of his car was his one hope of getting his daughter back. Having a reasonable chat with social services was never going to happen and that’s why now, pulling up outside the house at 3am, Aidric had to put into place a far more elaborate way to get his beloved Shahara back into his life.

Aidric switched the engine off and stepped onto the street, taking a moment to survey the house which Shahara had been living in since he’d been taken away. However nice the exterior, however plush the furnishings, it was never going to be the right place for her. Shahara belonged with Aidric and he would do everything within his power to get her back. As he set to work quietly picking the lock, Aidric found himself wondering whether Shahara had remembered these tricks of the trade he had taught her. How to be stealth and sneaky and get in and get the job done without anybody suspecting a thing. Despite being so against what Aidric had taught her, Shahara was a clever girl and he wouldn’t be surprised if she still remembered many of the things she had learnt as she was growing up, however much she resented them.

Well trained, Aidric quickly got through the lock and stepped into the house. It was quiet, calm and still and was the closest thing to a boringly typical American family home as he could think. For all his faults, Aidric at least was neither boring nor typical, two traits he wholly despised. Shahara should never become boring or typical too and Aidric desperately hoped that all his hard work with the girl hadn’t been brainwashed away by this conventionally dull family.

Without a mere creak of a floorboard, Aidric was across the hall, up the stairs and down the landing. He carefully tried one door only to find a spare room and so carried on to the next, gently opening the door just enough to peer in silently. There she was; his beautiful and peaceful baby laying asleep under her duvet. Aidric opened the door up and walked in, just looking at his child with proud admiration for a few seconds before he sat down on the edge of her bed. Aidric smiled- three years and the girl had barely changed. He leaned forward and brushed her hair away from her face to lay a kiss on her forehead ”It’s okay baby” he soothed ”Daddy’s back”

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[kayla2]

Shay’s wasn’t normal, never was really. Ever since she was just a young child she knew how to pick locks, sneak around un-discovered, and she knew how to hurt, possibly even kill, someone. All of this was because of her father, he filled her with a certain knowledge no kid, scratch that, no one should know, things he knew how to do, and she resented him for it. Why couldn’t the man just read bed time stories and take her to the park like most dads? Instead she would practice unlocking locked doors and scared for her future.

She still knew how, even used it when needed. Her foster parents never had to worry about Shay being locked out or forgetting their house keys. The one thing she never used, and tried not to think about, was the knowledge she had on killing. He had never made her kill, but she knew so many little tricks to disarm and disable someone, it wouldn’t be hard for her. She could be very dangerous, but thankfully she was very controlled and wouldn’t want to hurt even a fly.

As Shay was sleeping she dreamed of nothing but the calm feeling of being asleep. She preferred to dream of nothing, when she did dream she dreamed of her father, his horrible advice coming into mind and the image of the night he got arrested, what he had almost got away with. The man he almost killed had been angry with Shay, even if it want her fault and that she had practically saved his life. He had cussed at her for just being her fathers child, for living. The second she could she changed her name, taking her foster parents last name and choosing a different first and middle name. Shahara had been her mothers name, her mother had walked out on Shay when she was just a toddler. She knew it was because of her father, but never said anything about it. She always wished her mother had taken Shay with her, instead of leaving her with the man that made her so troubled.

Shay was trying so hard to forget her past, the only people who knew about it were the police that arrested Aidric and her foster parents. She never told anyone about her childhood, and planned to keep it that way. Now all she wanted to do was live a normal, boring life with loving friends and family. Most people complained about having a un-exciting life, but Shay thought of it as a blessing. She was most definitely not normal, but it was good enough for her to pretend.

She rolled over in her sleep, waking up a bit, and swore she thought the front door opened. She heard no noise and convinced herself it was just her imagination, and fell back asleep. Suddenly she felt someone kiss her head and opened her eyes, why would her foster dad be waking her up? As her sight started to adjust to the dark her heart stopped. She rubbed her eyes hard, no…..it couldn’t be.

Shay thought her father was dead, she knew it! Her foster parents had told her so, why would they lie? Shay sat up quickly and pushed herself back until her back was cutting into the headboard of her bed, she gripped the blankets tight, fear making her unable to speak and her heart go at least ninety hours per hour. She focused harder, hoping she saw wrong and that she was just overacting, but her father was still there, on her bed. Please be a dream, please please..... She thought, but he was very much real and so was the pain in her back from being pressed up against the headboard. Her face showed fear, she was swallowed by that as well as disbelief. She began to let out a scream, already hearing the freight and warning in it.

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[aidric]

Aidric could barely wait to see Shahara’s face when she saw him. Once she’d got over the shock of him appearing in her bedroom she would be thrilled, Aidric was sure of it. Despite her not wanting to follow in his murderous footsteps, Aidric had no doubts that Shahara still loved him. He wasn’t sure, in all honesty, how Shahara could view her father with anything other than adoration. Aidric had devoted his whole life to his little girl and had brought her up knowing that he loved her to the end of the earth and would protect her with his life. Maybe it hadn’t been the most conventional of upbringings but it was a damn sight better than most kids would have had after being abandoned by their mothers as a baby.

So many children from single parent families were painfully neglected, never getting to see their remaining parent who worked every hour god sent to put food on the table. Life had never been like that with Aidric and Shahara. He’d been there for her every day, smothering her with attention and spending endless hours teaching her how to be the best she could be. Shahara had never been left to amuse herself watching tv, been made to worry about paying the bills or felt second best to a range of new girlfriends and partners. Their lives were somewhat simple in that respect and neither of them were ever troubled by the conventional worries of a broken family. In fact Aidric wasn’t troubled by any worries at all. He just went along in life, getting his thrills where he needed and devoting the rest of his time to Shahara. Maybe the girl had more worries than her dad; being made to listen to gruesome tales of bloodbaths and murder, but Aidric didn’t let her concerns stop him. They were happy, Aidric knew that -despite everything- they were happy.

Aidric smiled down at his daughter as he began to rouse from her slumber, blinking her eyes sleepily in disbelief at what she was seeing. He knew she would be shocked, seeing your father who had been out of your life for three years reappear in your bedroom in the middle of the night was certainly not something which one would ever expect. Aidric had always assumed though that Shahara had been told the truth and that she at least knew he was alive and well and would someday try to become part of her life again. As her body then tensed in fear and she backed up with an expression of terror against the headboard, Aidric found himself a little confused. This reaction was a little more extreme than the one he had been expecting.

Feeling a sudden sense of panic, Aidric watch as Shahara opened her mouth to scream. Aidric was very clued up on people’s body language and could generally keep a few steps ahead of people. Slow reactions were just not an option in his walk of life and he would never have been able to get away with killing twenty five people if he wasn’t super quick at predicting and reacting to those around him. That’s why, nearly as soon as the high pitched scream left her lips, Aidric suddenly leaned over and placed his hand firmly over her mouth. He looked towards the door to listen for anybody waking and then back at Shahara with a slightly exasperated look. ”Don’t scream Shahara, don’t be scared. I’m going to make this all better.” he whispered. However good he was at being stealth, his daughter’s wail always seemed to catch him out. He hadn’t stopped her from screaming today and he certainly hadn’t stopped her before. There was no way today though that Aidric was going to let it mess things up for them.

Knowing that if she had woken anybody up with her screech they had very little time to make a move, Aidric grabbed a scarf which lay on the floor and quickly wrapped it around Shahara’s mouth, scooping her up with both arms and carrying her effortlessly out of the room and down the stairs. He practically ran and yet his feet made hardly any noise. Within seconds, Aidric was out of the front door and on his way to the car, carrying his precious load carefully in his arms. He wasn’t going to risk this by hanging around; this was the only chance he had to get his little family back together and nothing and no-one would stand in his way. Aidric opened the drivers side and passed Shahara carefully over onto the passenger seat, getting into his own seat quickly so he could activate the locks. Although he had been confident that Shahara would be pleased to see him, after her scream he wasn’t going to risk her making a bid for freedom.

Turning the key in the ignition, Aidric smiled over at his daughter, still gagged with the scarf as she sat next to him in the car. He looked quickly back at the house before pulling away, using one hand to drive and the other to begin to untie Shahara. Using such a tactic on her was far from ideal and Aidric hated having to forcibly stop her from making noise like this but in the situation he faced, he felt it was the only thing he could do to get Shahara out of the house without any trouble. Now they were out and away though, Aidric wanted to free her as quickly as possible. Trying to scare or intimidate Shahara was something he would never intentionally do and although she may have felt scared by his actions at some points, Aidric would never aim any of his psychotic or violent tendencies towards her. ”Baby, we’re getting out of here” he informed her ”I’m never going to leave again”. He pulled the scarf off her and threw it into the back seat of the car, picking up speed as he headed down the street and away from the house.

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[kayla2]

Shay gripped the blanket so hard. She was cutting her palm with her fingernails through it. She hoped her scream was enough to alert someone, the first like she had done so she hadn’t exactly meant to get her father caught, but she didn’t regret it. Now, even though the scream was out of pure fear, she hoped in the back of her mind her foster parents ran in and did something. She only managed to get a little bit of sound out before her father’s hand clamped over her mouth, her breath caught in her throat at his touching her, and she gave up on gripping the blanket for control and let her tears fall out, his face and words were filled with so much love, it didn’t mix with his history and made him seem even more crazy. Did you say that to the other twenty five victims... she thought, she could imagine it, him saying they would be okay, then doing what he was so famous for.

Shay cringed as he used her birth name, she hated it. It reminded her of the woman that could have made her life so much better. She didn’t have time to move or hardly blink before he picked up her checkered scarf off the ground and tied it around her mouth, her first instinct was to rip it off, but he picked her up before she could and began to run out of the house. Shay thrashed around frantically, forgetting all the things he taught her when it came to situations like this. She was so blinded by fear and disbelief; she could hardly remember her name. Her efforts to come loose of his grip did nothing, but she still tried and panicked even more when he put her in the passenger side, she immediately reached out to open the door, but he was already driving off, and that would have led to her being engraved to the asphalt. Though, at the moment, that didn’t seem like such a bad thing. As he spoke again, she finally realized just how real this was.

As much as she wanted all of this to be like one of her nightmares, it was very much real and the marks on her hands from where she gripped them so hard proved it. Was he seriously kidnapping her? She was technically not his child anymore, she was her foster parents. In all honesty she was old enough to move out of her nice little home, how was she in this situation? She looked behind her and her heart dropped down to her stomach as she saw her home become tinier and tinier as her father drove.

“You’re Mad!” She yelled, and clutched her head as she began to panic and ramble “They told me you were dead! This isn’t supposed to happen. Oh god, Stop the car!” she said, she didn’t want to run off was this mad man, even if her was her father. He had ruined her, made her a loner and somewhat feared by the few people that new her secret. She had gone through counseling to see if she was anything like her father, thankfully she wasn’t, but she became irritated with her counselor once and let her annoyance show, bad mistake. Shays counselor had freaked, scared, and called a guard. That moment had scarred Shay, and she knew she could never tell anyone her secret. She was a caring, funny, nice girl and she wasn’t people to see that side of her, not what could be. She suddenly became angry “How could you do this! You ruined me!” Shay screeched.

Shay knew in the back of her mind it probably wasn’t the best thing to anger her father, but she didn’t care. She was scared, shocked, and angry, feelings she absolutely hated, and it was because of the man next to her. She waited a moment to see how he would respond; he was crazy and had expected her reaction to be a good one, she knew this much.

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[aidric]

It was difficult for Aidric to watch the tears roll down his daughter’s cheeks as she struggled and fought him for freedom. Didn’t she understand how much he loved her? He wouldn’t ever dream of hurting his baby and it was never his intention to frighten or upset her. Aidric was just doing his upmost, like he always had done, to give Shahara the best life he could. It just sadly seemed that what Aidric viewed as a good life for Shahara was not one shared by others, most poignantly including Shahara herself. He would show her though. She may be upset now but Aidric would show her that everything was going to be okay, they were going to be the best and that nobody was going to stop them. That’s why they would drive to the airport and get on the next plane to South Africa. Somewhere far away from here, a place where laws were made to be broken and where he could show Shahara how to live. The police would be off their backs and they would be completely free.

Aidric frowned as Shahara began to speak, making eye contact with her as she started to rant wildly, the words spilling over the top of one another in a hysterical mass of panic. Mad? Aidric had never considered himself mad. Even after three years of intense mental health treatment, mad was not a word Aidric would use to describe himself. Mad were the people who spent their whole lives unhappy, going from one boring day to the next; working, eating, sleeping, dying. Mad for never letting go and truly having fun. Mad for wasting their lives worrying about the little things and then looking back with regret on all the missed chances and opportunities. Aidric embraced life, had fun and never regretted a second- how did that make him mad?

”They told you I was dead?” Aidric asked, stunned by this statement. What bastards would lie to a child that their father was dead? ”Was that them?” he continued, referring to Shahara’s foster parents but not making himself particularly clear ”They were trying to twist your mind Shahara, break you down to make you believe their lies. His eyes were a little wide and maddened as he looked back at the road. How dare they try to just wipe him from Shahara’s life? Aidric had suspected that Shahara’s ‘new family’ were no good for her and this revelation only supported his theory. They obviously had ulterior motives to try to erase Aidric’s existence completely from his daughter’s life. Aidric narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he thought about it, sickened that Shahara had been made to think he had been dead all these years.

Aidric’s expression of anger was quite scary in itself. Whilst others screamed and shouted, Aidric seemed to internalise it all. His body would tense and his eyes would fill with rage but there was rarely an outward reaction, just a creepily off putting sense of restrained calm. It was as if he stored all the anger within him for those moments when he needed it; when his killer instinct was let loose. He would occasionally shout tough and, surprisingly, these rare outbursts were normally aimed at Shahara. See Aidric’s anger with Shahara wasn’t any kind of psycho rage, he didn’t seeth furiously at her or plot violence against her. Aidric just cared so much that he would get frustrated with his young daughter. Frustrated when she didn’t try hard enough, frustrated when her quitting spirit reminded Aidric of the girl’s mother. He just wanted her to become something amazing and where her plans didn’t meet with his, he would find himself expressing his exasperation at her. He always believed though that Shahara knew that he would never do more than shout, he would never lay a single finger upon the girl. Nobody else in the world meant anything to him; that’s why Aidric found it so easy to kill. But Shahara was different, she meant everything to Aidric and that’s why he cared enough to shout and why, with him around, she would always be safe. ”I didn’t ruin you” Aidric said calmly, with a low and soft voice which tried to reassure the girl that she was safe with him but which in reality probably freaked her out further. ”I made you Shahara. I made you into the girl you are now.”

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