Halloween

Halloween is a time you can dress up and be someone you've always wanted to be.  Maybe a doctor or a firefighter.  Little kids seem to love dressing up as ghosts and monsters.  Thinking that monsters don't already walk among us.  I guess that comes with age, naiveness.  I walked along the streets only having the decoration light guide my path.  It's almost ironic me dressing up as Mike Myers.  A fifteen-year-old teenage boy that really should be helping my mom out with the candy instead of getting some for himself.  Walking beside my little brother dressed as superman I can't help but laugh.    He idolizes such an idiotic man.  he isn't God so why does he feel the need to dress up like him when he could be like me.  I'm his older brother his role model at this point he should be praising me and only me.  "Ah Connor stops squeezing so hard!" Mathew squealed.  I didn't realize that my hand was gripping his so tightly. "Sorry, Mat.." I mumbled not once making eye contact.  "You know I have superpowers too." I state walking towards the next house.  I feel like I'm walking forever because of how separated the house is between each other and the field.  I guess that comes with the package in Idaho.  "No you don't, don't lie!"   Mathew bellows.  I can't say that it didn't anger me.  Of all people, he thinks I could lie. I push him to the side of a new white BMW 2002.  His head hitting the side of the door handle.  I grip his shoulder just a little tighter for him to know that I'm serious gritting through my teeth "I'm your big brother, dont say something like that to me you understand."  He nods slowly trying to comprehend in his feeble five-year-old mind the words I said.  "Good"; I say in reliance grasping his hands.  They are so small and soft, it reminds me of small birds that fall out of their nest that are not yet ready to fly.  Although my callous hands never cease to crush them the moment they come into contact with me.  Maybe they have already noticed, what it means to be predator and prey.  Mathew lets go of my hand running to the next door to get candy.  I stand at the edge of the driveway waiting for him to return.  The neighborhood loves my brother but the moment they see me they turn pale.  Maybe I'm the town's weirdo; outcast.  I pay no attention to people who can't comprehend greatness.  He comes back and as a fee for leaving without permission, I grasp a handful of Chocolates and Butterfingers to place in my pillowcase.  He had the slight reaction of retaliation but he is a quick learner so he doesn't stand up for himself.  He knows when to give up, looking back to his feet, with half the cape dragging behind him we keep walking.  As we proceed to the next house, I whisper " Do you want to see my superpowers."  He spins his head quickly.  His eyes start to lighten up with excitement like the pumpkins on the side of the road. I crouched down beside him in the middle of the road letting other children run past.  I check my surrounding pretending this information top secret leaning to the side of his ear.  I cup my hand to the side of his head whispering  "You see I can take people superpowers away." He pulls away like I'm a sort of supervillain.  I stand up and I keep walking leaving him behind.  I run up the side of me and asked curiously " How do you do it."  "A magician never reveals his secrets.  I breathe heavily through the mask in excitement.  "You know how Mrs.Jenkins makes the best cinnamon apple pie in town right."  He shakes his head violently with the slight grumble of his stomach, my mouth starts to water.  "I've always hated how she could never tell Mom the secret to her recipe always so rude to us." Mathew starts to skip ahead jiggling "Well it's not good to hat people; besides she is always nice to me." Turning around his face drops with fear from my disappointment as I shot him an anger-filled glare.  It shut him up quicker, running to hold my hand for forgiveness.  If this is how God feels then I must his teacher.  "I guarantee you I figure out the recipe for you in no time." I breathe out the words now getting fired up by the thoughts playing in my mind.  Mathew seems confused at this point probably trying to figure out how Mrs. Jenkins's cooking skills are even considered a superpower but I just keep dragging him beside me until I get to her house.  The two little girls from my brother's class walk back from her doorstep with disappointment written all over their faces.  "She ran out of candy." one of the girls said whilst the other one sighed.  I glanced up at the door and back to my brother "you stay right here and talk to your friends.  Don't leave this driveway you understand, and hold my bag would yea" I shove the pillowcase into his hands.  Nodding he goes back to talking to them about the candy they got.  I strut to the back of her yard ferociously  I spent all my time walking across these damn fields to get a taste of the apple cinnamon candy pie she gives out each Halloween.  And every year it's the same; never once having enough by the time I roll around.  I know she doesn't like me after her cat went missing.  Automatically assuming it was me just because she saw me hanging near sprinkles.  That damn ugly cat deserved to die just like this hag.  I drag my Mike Myer knife across the side of the house looking through her state of teh art kitchen.  This woman has so much money and nothing to spare for the hard workers.  Thinking a couple of baked goods can fill the gap between us.  I walk to the back door and to my surprise it wide open.  Almost asking me teasing me to come in.  My pants start to feel tight and my heart is beating too hard she might just hear me creeping through her house.  She listening through her headphones blasting loud music all alone washing dishes.   y hand sweats through the gloves of my costume.  My heart beating faster and my chest feeling tighter needing to realize all this tension build-up.  I raise my arm over her and my breath stains her neck.  She stops moving to lose all motion and the back of her neck grows cold with goosebumps.  Slowly turning around my brain is getting off to this.  Her fear in her eyes I wast no time.  I have been craving this moment for too long.  I grab her by her ponytail with the gray hairs pulling father back taking my knife up to her throat.  She screaming relentlessly but having an empty house too far from others no one can hear her cries.  She scratches my masking trying to pull it off but she can barely reach my chin.  I take this time for her to reach the edge rubbing my pants on the side of her thigh.  Pinning her to the sink on her large countertop.  My pants dampen of the side of her dress the rolls up from my movement as I slit her throat.  The blood splatters all over my costume blending in with the design patterns.  Spraying all over the kitchen dirtying the dishes once again.  Dripping down in steams the blood is mesmerizing looking at my reflection in her neck.  She loses all forces and her body becomes limp gravitated itself to the ground. The MP3 player skidding across the kitchen floor tangling up the headphone strings. Noticing the Bright red liquid looks good enough to drink quenches my thirst.  I step back a couple of steps to avoid having my shoes being soaked by her.  I have to calm down.  My face becomes hot under teh mask breathing so heavily i can feel my face blush and my dick becomes hard again.  Seeing her collar bone pool up and the freckled thighs loose color I can't help but feel powerful.  i could have my way with her at the moment but my brother is still waiting outside and I can't let anyone know that I'm here.  I push my erection down and all the memories, talents intelligence.  I start walking calm as ever back to the door locking it before I leave.  To leave the impression that no one had broken in, gliding across the grassy fields back to the driveway.  I'm calm having my heart rate slow down but my senses hyper-aware of my surroundings.  I quickly in one fast motion pulled my brother away from teh group of girls. "We're going home." I say sternly but soft walking away from the house.  "Why," he asked trying to keep up with me while his feet barely touch the ground.  I pull him up with one arm while he old both our bangs cradling him in my hands.  " I wet myself."  He doesn't say anything knowing that it's a sensitive topic for me.  It isn't the first time I've wet myself so he stays quiet.  I lift my mask and ask "So how about Apple cinnamon pie; just like Mrs. Jenkins."