A Form of Chrysalis

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Thomas Wilson, a fifteen year old teenager without a conscious leaned into his task, his face drawn tight. He pulled the wings off of a house fly and sent the little insect to the floor to suffer. He watched briefly and turned away toward his bedroom. That bedroom was incomplete, inadequate, and lacking. He entered slowly and sat down on his bed. Deep inside his heart he held that spontaneous feeling of hostility. He always had the need to vent his frustration, and always gave into his blind loss of control.

He looked around his bedroom and didn’t like the quiet, the peace, the tranquility. Nausea set in at the last second, then dizziness, then came the desire to slap something.

He had killed over twenty five neighborhood pets. It was a thrilling release to watch the animals suffer. It helped fuel his murderous rage. The shock to see the suffering was half the thrill. And the other half was complete pleasure, even though he felt alone in his purpose. However, the whole death concept sounded so simple.

Thomas turned to the corner and saw a mouse trapped by the tail in the mouse trap. With cold efficiency he walked over to the rodent and picked it up along with the mouse trap. He lifted the swing rod and slowly removed the rodent allowing the hammer to slam down on his fingers. He allowed himself to be damaged just to feel that twinge of anger he sought. Obsession was a bad thing, dangerous thing, but he relished in it.

It took a few seconds before Thomas realized he was slamming the rodent against the wall, but his face reflected efficiency, not anger. He did not flinch when blood splattered all over him. There was a small part of goodness still breathing in his heart as his mind kept telling him to stop, but apprehension crawled down his arms.

He stopped briefly as anger drained from his face, and that twisted nasty smile took its place. He held the dead mouse in the palm of his hand and that’s when fury roared in his head, and he bit his lip to keep from lashing out. The urge to kill was still rushing through his veins. The death of the rodent wasn’t enough, he needed more.

That small piece of goodness tried to stay with him as it spoke to him with surprise and disgust, but there wasn’t enough to control the hatred. The monster that was growing inside him really never understood compassion and he was tossing hatred around as though he’d founded a new religion.

Thomas heard a cat at his window. Surprised, just thinking about it was thrilling. In his mind he had already started choking the cat and it could have been described as spine-chilling. He could easily have described such a sensation step by step. He slowly opened the window and the cat backed away from him. The ears flattened as it spat at him suddenly. The cat watched to see what Thomas would do next and then it hissed at him, scraped the window sill, and stabbed at his hand with bared claws. Thomas tried to grab the cat by the neck, but the cat quickly moved away and managed to scratch the left side of his cheek. Thomas moved back a little and the cat used that moment of separation to make an escape as it bolted off the window sill and down a drain gutter and disappeared into the lower part of the house.

“Thomas,” his mother called. “Time to see the doctor again, we can’t be late this time, okay?”

If his mother and his doctor were no longer alive he would have the freedom. The art of heart-pumping adventure would no longer be denied to him. He would no longer be frigid, withdrawn and that weird teenager everyone made fun of. He would allow death to follow him dutifully and would make a great deal of people appreciate death. In fact, be active in the art of death, and he would throw off his stoicism and learn how to sneak.

He thought about walking up to his mother first. He could reach out and grab her by the throat. He could squeeze until his fingers popped the skin and crushed the windpipe. It was a sudden bizarre hunger that he would soon make a reality.

Then the doctor was the next to go. It took him only minutes to think about how he would kill the doctor. The doctor’s death would have been slow and efficient, just thinking about it was thrilling. The thrill of causing death radiated through him, and he almost laughed with the sensation…





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lcbenefield 2 years ago from Georgia

Amazing! I was hanging on every word with my mouth open in horror. I want more.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Icbenefield


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FlourishAnyway 2 years ago from USA

Vivid and chilling, it makes me wonder how Thomas got this way.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

The makings of a monster. Anyway Flourish thank you so much for reading my Chrysalis


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

Chilling to the bone! " Apprehension crawed down his arms " Wonderful writing Frank.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you always :)


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animalman 2 years ago from East Providence, RI

Holy cow Frank, hoping I don't run into this kid! Great job.


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Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

That is exactly how they, the serial killers, start out, killing animals ... eeks!!! Terrifying write. Makes one think twice about babysitting. Interesting title too.

Blessings,

Faith Reaper


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

Thomas is pure evil, it makes you wonder how far he'll go before he is stopped. Chilling.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Animalman, Faith and Jodah for stopping by and visiting my Chrysalis :)


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Ariel-Cal 2 years ago from Bridgeport, CT

Wow this is really sad and horrifying, the mother doesn't know that evil is being made right before her very eyes, You used the word Chrysalis instead of pupa.. the enclosed shell that protects the moth, I like the idea of the enclosed shell which is the teenager protecting evil until it hatches. A very dramatic read Frank, It chilled me, but I enjoyed the chill Ariel-Cal


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

Im glad you liked this piece...A-C... I was hoping the title carried the weight.. and you're right this is probably one of many ways that monstars are born... :) bless you


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MsDora 2 years ago from The Caribbean

Proof that you're an exceptionally good writer is that I read your horror stories. You're amazingly good!


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Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

So gripping and you are one awesome story teller Frank ;your tales making my hair stand on end.

Voted up and shared.

Eddy.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you MsDora and Eddy for stopping by and checking out my Chrysalis :)


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Jackie Lynnley 2 years ago from The Beautiful South

Maybe his mommy is too nice? Usually mommies know when they have a sicko kid and many people may be alive today if they had only admitted it. I guess like angels of the dark side though they are a part of life and what can we do but watch our back? Even the mommies.

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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

I agree Jackie :)


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Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

Well this was disturbing, harrowing and very well written. You really conveyed the evil inside your character and made him seem very real and tangible.


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jhamann 2 years ago from Reno NV

Wonderful examination of evil, well written prose that sent chills up my neck. Jamie


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Anna Haven and Jhamann for checking out my Chyrsalis :)


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therunningman 2 years ago from Rhode Island

Man, that is a very scary and troubled soul. Well done Frank.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you therunningman :)


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Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

A chilling glimpse into the mind of a monstrous human being in the making. “A Form of Chrysalis” is the perfect title for this mesmerizing story, Frank. Excellent writing.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much Genna East :)


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Lisawilliamsj 2 years ago

You have such an amazing talent of drawing your reader in, and making them want more! I absolutly loved this!!!!


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you lisa


Valleypoet 2 years ago

A gripping read Frank, what a monster this character is....there was a hint of conscience ...although this wasn't enough to stop him :-))


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

hey good to see you Valley :)


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parrster 2 years ago from Oz

You have a great gift for writing. I look forward to reading more. Glad I found you on HP


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you parrster


christinemarie 2 years ago

".....Obsession was a bad thing, dangerous thing, but he relished in it..."

"...never understood compassion and he was tossing hatred around as though he’d founded a new religion..."

Frank,

This is art.

Each word seemingly has been carefully dipped into the palette of a humanitarian creating something of importance for all audiences who care, or perhaps don't even care; but have a subconscious need to know what the breaking of the chyrysalis shall bring....

Keep with it!

-Christine


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Christine :)


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savvydating 2 years ago

I've read of how serial killers, who are married with children, often fantasize about killing their family, but they don't, of course, because they'd be the first suspect. You've depicted the warped mind of a sociopath so very well. Frank, you know how to keep the reader hanging on to the edge of their seats. You're so incredibly talented.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Savvy, good to see you


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Ariel-Cal 2 years ago from Bridgeport, CT

Wow! And to think there may be actual thoughts like that out there.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

yeah, thanks Ariel-Cal for your visit


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Peggy W 2 years ago from Houston, Texas

This was gripping to read however horrific in its details. It is frightening to think that there are sociopaths in our world today just like that boy you so aptly described.


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

Without a doubt he's a maniac and very very psychopathic. Just the thought of holding a rodent is yucky. Yep that's how they become human murderers the devil don't stop at nothing he gets animal blood he's gonna hunger for human blood and of course he has his imps to carry out his wishes.

Golly!


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Peggy and Lady for checking out my short :)


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annart 2 years ago from SW England

So mind chilling and terrifying! I guess there are people like that; I'm torn between feeling sorry for them and loathing them.

You get the emotions across so well, as ever.

Ann


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Annart :)


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wingedcentaur 2 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

Another creepy masterpiece, Frank!

I have never read such a story before. As I have said before, once again, you managed to find the story between or before or behind the "story," if you know what I mean (I know that sounds frustratingly vague: sorry). What I'm trying to say is that nobody but you would have thought to write a story about how a psychotic young man is starting to "outgrow" the killing of animals before moving on to people; his mom and doctor standing in the way of his warped, foul dreams.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much winged creature


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SheGetsCreative 2 years ago from Seattle, WA

Yikes! Creepy kid, but even more so because unfortunately he probably has a very real doppelganger.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you shegetscreative :)

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