What did they teach? | part 6 | Bully Bully [ a murder series ]

This is a murder series. It may be gruesome, it may be bloody but, you could learn something. Or not.

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What really annoys you?

Not much makes me truly angry I guess but, weakness is something that irks me. I dislike seeing people get pushed but are unwilling to push back. I understand not having the capabilities and even understand the turn the other cheek mentality but, there is a point where enough is enough and something must be done.

What point? were you bullied as a child?

When inactivity allows harm to others, especially those who you think you care about. I think if you care, you are willing to risk yourself to be the shield. Me bullied? Ha. No. I am not the kind that gets bullied, nor am I the bullied. I am the one that people like but not quite enough to create jealousy.

Do you have friends?

Of course, don't you? Do you think that I am some fringe socialiser who creeps around stalking my prey in a van with tinted windows? No, I live, lived, a normal life most of the time, the kind of life many may actually be jealous of as essentially, I had no worries. I had the financial freedom to do largely as I pleased without having to do much for it.

You come from a wealthy family?

Smart investments.

I see. So you weren't bullied, you led a good life of little worry yet, your calling was to kill and punish? And of course, learn and teach.

Many spend their life avoiding what they have been called to do whilst all the time saying they want to find their passion. How hard is it to really find as all you you need to do is act and experiment until you develop an interest and then follow where it goes as deep as you can dig. Have you found your passion?

I am unsure, I like what I do a lot but, passionate about it?

Unlikely then, not that it matters. People put too much pressure on themselves to achieve conceptualised states they barely understand enough to give a basic talk on. Have you ever thought about this? Next time someone mentions finding passion, ask them to give a ten minute talk on it, unprepared. How vital it must be to their existence if they can't.

Could you?

Yes. I can talk at length about many things whether they are true for you, that is another case altogether. I have spent a lot of time thinking about a lot of things and have developed a world view that suits who I am - with space allocated for change on what I do not know. If people spent more time questioning themselves rather than asking for the answers, they would be a lot better off in their life. For the most part, everything of immediate practical importance is discoverable by the individual, most are too impatient.

What about the weakness you mentioned, the bullying? I am guessing you have something to tell about it?

As I said, I don't like weakness. I was sitting at a cafe in a shopping centre one afternoon and saw a situation where a large boy around fifteen was picking on a smaller one of about the same age. A tale as old as time. There were a group of stereotypical little assholes egging on the larger boy as he humiliated the smaller kid. I followed him home.

You killed a child? Even if he was a bully that really surprises me.

No, I followed the little kid he picked on. He had actually surprised me as he did not show fear as he was pushed around even though he was in some distress. But, as soon as he had cleared the shopping center and was out of view, he cried quietly to himself. I can respect that.

So why teach him a lesson?

At first, I was just curious but when he reached his home, I found that he had some things to learn and some things to teach me also. I didn't do it straight away though, I waited and studied. Children are impressionable and I didn't want to make a bad impression. How often do we hear that said while we provide our kids with all manner of marketed nonsense to imprint onto their minds? Parents.

What could this boy teach you?

I crept in at night through the back door as I listened to the snapping sound coming from the lounge room. I stood in the doorway and watched as the last blow came down on the boys back, angry red welts were forming where his half-drunken father had lashed him with his leather belt. He screamed 'go to your room!' and the boy silently stood, and then saw me standing there, he wasn't startled by my presence, just ashamed.

I told him to stop and sit. I told him it is time to learn a lesson. He did as I bid and sat down on the couch. After the confusion of the father passed, he lunged at me and I knocked him out with a truncheon. And when he came to, he was tied and in a kitchen chair in the middle of the room.

I had spoken to the boy in this time. His mother had left them when he was a baby, he did not know why. His father blamed him though and would take out his inadequacies on the boy. Punishing him since young for a crime he could never have committed, repeating over and over that his mother did not love the child enough to stay. This is weakness.

The boy should have fought back?

How could he? He had been conditioned like a dog to be punished, to not respond, that he was unworthy of love. Why would one defend themselves if they thought themselves unworthy of being loved? A parent should take their role seriously, as said, kids are impressionable. They need to learn to control their personal bullshit for the well-being of their child. No matter what. He and I spoke at length.

The father awoke and he stared at his son who stood in front of him and his son told him that it was not his fault his mother had left, it was her own weakness. It was not his fault his father was a violent alcoholic, it was his weakness. But, it was his responsibility to act, so he was leaving and wouldn't be back.

The father spat on the floor and started to speak as he moved for the boy, "You ungrateful.." and I tightened the belt on his neck and pulled him back to the seat. The boy looked at him, disappointment on his face, and nodded.

I tightened and tightened as the asshole struggled in his binds until he struggled no more. The boy watched until the last and not until the body of his father stopped moving, did he shed a tear. I respected that.

My, my. And the boy?

That was 15 years ago. He is married with a beautiful wife and two gorgeous little children who he loves very much. They are two of the best people and parents I have ever known and I am grateful to them for the lessons they have taught me.

What did you learn and what did he learn?

There is nature and there is nurture. We need not be bound by the way we were raised, we all have the power to think and act differently. The sins of the father need not pass to the son. It just takes strength and a willingness to learn another way.

Taraz
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