Journey into Darkness

WARNING: This is an editorial comment on the shootings in
Connecticut. The reason the shooter had for doing what he did
will never be known. What follows is pure twisted fiction as to
the shooter and his mother. There is no evidence whatsoever to
support this fictional cause. From all accounts she was a loving
mother that did the best she could. We do know that he was a
troubled young man. This story contains graphic depictions of
child abuse and killing.  F,b F, teen b, oral, urine play,
incest, and murder. If such things offend you do not read this
story. If not then take a Journey into Darkness.

He stood over the bed looking down at the fucking whore that had
brought him into this world 19 years ago. Nathan thought that he
would feel something inside, but the icy darkness was still
there. "I am going to fucking do it!" he said to himself as the
heavy semiautomatic rifle in his hands did not waver as he
pointed it at his sleeping mother's head. "Look at the cunt just
laying there sleeping as if everything is fucking fine!" the told
the dark place in his head that made him "special". He hated that
word all most as much as he hated his mother. The troubled young
man wanted to scream   "It is your fault!".

"It's OK baby come to momma, she is going to make her special
little man feel better. Come on honey do it like mommy showed
you. That's it, now lick it faster. Oh god that is mommy's big
boy. Here it comes drink it all! Yes, yes do not miss a drop of
mommy's golden juice." her words came slamming back into is brain
spilling out of the darkness where he kept all the bad things in
his life. He could see himself laying between her trim tanned
legs as she held his small head over her crotch forcing him to
drink her morning water.

It had started soon after his father went away, he was five and
did not understand why daddy was gone. He had heard his mother
and father yelling at each other again last night. It seemed to
him that is all the two did. Yell and scream and say nasty things
about each other. He wanted the yelling and hitting to go away so
he just put in a small dark spot in his mind and kept it locked
in.

"Mommy where is daddy going? I do not want him to go!" he cried
as he watched his father throw some of his clothing in a suitcase
and storm out of the bedroom.

"It is OK baby, daddy is just going away for a few days. He will
be back soon, but don't worry mommy will make it all better for
her special little man. You are going to have to be mommy's good
little man. You will see it will be nice, mommy is going to show
you how to feel good." the young woman said as she knelt down
exposing the her twin globes of her ample breast. The nipples
were hard and erect as she put her hand inside the small child's
underpants and fondled his firm bottom.

"No I want daddy!" Nathan cried as he tried to pull away from his
mother.

"He is fucking gone. You are going to have to deal with it." she
raged  as she yanked her hand out of his pants and slapped him
hard across his face. The blow rocked him back and a fire spread
across his cheek. A dark red print of her hand was growing on his
face. The darkness got a little bigger taking more of what was
left of Nathan.

The child stood there his arms down at his side. Heavy tears ran
down his cheeks and his eyes turned red. His head jerked back as
a deep sob escaped from his lips.

"Oh! Baby mommy is sorry! You must not be a bad boy and make
mommy mad. Come here and mommy will show you something nice and
it will make mommy feel good. You want to make mommy feel good
don't you my special little man." she said as she opened her robe
and let him see her firm body. She pulled his underpants off and
then his Whinny The Pooh T-shirt fell on the floor as she picked
the nude boy up in her arms and lay back on the bed.

"Now put your mouth on mommy's nice tittie. That is a good boy
now suck on it. No harder, aha that is it. Now put  your hand
down here and pet my kitty. Oh yes that is it, now you feel this
little button? Rub it back and forth, no harder faster, oh god
yes that is it. You are mommy's special little man." she moaned
as her son got her off.

Nathan just lay there and never let it show. He heard the
squealing of rubber tires on the blacktop of the driveway as his
father left him alone with him mommy, and the darkness grew much
bigger that day.

"Nathan my special man it is time for bed come with me." his
mother said as she took him into the bathroom. "Here let mommy
help you make potty in the stool just like a big boy." she said
as she pulled his underoos down exposing his stiff little
package. She rubbed his firm ass as she cupped his tiny
undeveloped cock and balls. She rolled the tiny sausage between
her fingers as his body stiffened. A few drops of urine came out
of the pink head of his cock.

"Come on now make a big pee for mommy." she said as she pressed
her breast to the child's back. Her index finger worked his anus
and he cried as she pushed into the velvet of his body. A stream
of hot piss fell into the blue water of the toilet.

"That is a good little boy,  you are my special man. Now help
mommy pee. Get down on your knees and rub my kitty. That is it.
Yes now let mommy's golden juice flow over your hand. Oh yes now
put your fingers in mommy's other hole, yea the one I showed you
last night. Push hard it will go in. Oh fuck yes now tickle my
kitty from the inside. Oh God here it comes. Now clean mommy's
dirty kitty.

Nathan lay in the cold wet spot he had made in the night. He knew
that mommy would be mad again and that she would use the belt on
his bottom. He hoped that was all she would do. Sometimes when
she was real mad she would put that thing in his bottom and make
it real big and he would scream and beg but she just kept on
pumping the black bulb that made the thing in his ass expand and
send agony through his body.

"Oh shit! Nathan you wet mommy's bed again! You dumb mother
fucker! I guess I am going to have to put baby diapers on you.
You are going to ware them to school and all the kids will know
that you are just a fucking pissing baby. Now get over here and
take mommy's juice I got a lot of it." she snapped as she held
his small head between her legs as she pissed down his sucking
throat.

"Misses Grant, this is Connie White, I am Nathan's teacher. I am
afraid that you will have to come and get him. He ... well he
took little Jane Wilson into a closet and he urinated on her. Is
there anything at home that would make him do something like
this?" the teacher asked over the phone.

"Well yes his father has left us and little Nathan is taking it
very hard. I will talk to him and I will assure that he will not
do such a thing like this again. I will be there in a few
minutes." his mother said as she hung up the phone and got the
belt off its hook in her bedroom. Yea she would teach that little
fuck to mess with another fucking girl, he was her's and nobody
else's.

"Hay piss boy! You are a sick motherfucker you know that. I bet
you wet your bed you little baby!" the larger 5th grader said as
he pulled down Nathan's wet pants. The other children crowed
around the crying child laughed and leered at him. One of the big
boys pushed him down and yelled do it Connie. Give him what he
did to you."

The older boys held him down as the young girl pulled he panties
off and squatted over his face. He looked up at the bald pussy as
a hot stream of her piss washed down into his eyes and open
mouth.  "Look the sick fuck likes it! See he is drinking it. Come
on who is next? Soak this sick baby." one of the older boys
yelled as another girl pulled down her panties and pushed her
crotch into the crying boys face. The left him crying on the
ground curled up in a ball soaked from head to toe with the piss
of many children.

He was put in a special school for troubled children but that did
not work out so they moved to another town. They would stay for a
few months or maybe a year and then something bad would happen
and the police would bring him home and mommy would be real mad
and do some bad things to him, and the darkness grew until it was
all that he had left.

The one thing he liked to do was go shooting with his mother.
They would go to an old dump and shoot the shit out of junk they
found there. She would take a photo of her ex-husband and tape it
to a wrecked car and they would pepper it with rounds from their
brand new AR-15s. The brass shells fell like rain as she emptied
the 40-Round magazine for the AR-15 223 Remington obliterating
the image of her fucking husband.

"Look son there is a fucking dump cat! Get him boy!" she yelled
as her son lifted the black weapon to his shoulder and tracked
the running cat. The weapon barked and the tabby cat was tossed
up in the air. More shots rang out as he kept the dead cat
dancing in the dirt. When the gun locked back empty there was
nothing left of the cat save for some fur and bloody mud.

"Good shooting my special man! Come and give momma some love."
the woman said in a husk voice as violence alway turned her on.
She jammed another 40 .223 Remington copper jacketed rounds into
her weapon.  She bent over an old drum and lifted her skirt
exposing her still firm ass. She waited for his cock to enter her
cunt and then as he fucked her she fired off her gun as he plowed
his deep in her body.

Nathan pumped his mother's ass and closed his eyes as her rifle
fired sending rounds into an old barrel filled with old oil. The
rusted drum weeped black oil as if it were wounded. The thick
ebony oil slowly formed a black puddle on the ground. He was
drawn to the inky blackness as he felt the darkness in him  swell
up and threaten to get out. He knew that if it ever got out it
would be bad yes very bad.

"Oh shit baby that was good, now you know what to do. Mommy's
kitty is dirty with your man milk so suck it out of my love box,
baby." she said as she rolled over and spread her legs wide for
her only child.

The phone rang and she answered it. "Is this Misses Grant?" a
man's voice asked.

"This is Miss Glover, I no longer go by my ex-husband's name.
What do you want?" she asked.

"This is officer Greenly from the Bayview village police
department. Ma'am your son brought a hand gun to school this
morning. We have him here at the station. You are going to have
to come and get him.  I know kids do this kind of thing. Hell
when I was in high school I had a 30-30 hanging in the gun rack
of my pickup truck. But hell things have changed now'a day you
can't do shit. Just come on down and I will give you the weapon,
maybe you should lock it up." the officer said trying to make the
best of the situation without turning it into a federal offence.

"Thank you officer. I will be there in a few minutes." she said
as she hung up the phone and then ripped it out of the wall and
threw it across the room shattering the mirror on her vanity.
"Fuck," she said to the empty room.

"Just what the fuck were you going to do with a gun at school?"
she asked as she drove back to their house.

"I don't know. I just wanted it in case some of the dick head at
school started hassling me again." he said as he sat with his
arms folded and a dark frown on his troubled face.

"Shit you do not take a fucking gun to school, you dumb fuck you
wait until the fucker is alone and then you beat the shit out of
him with a baseball bat. Now we are going to have  to move again
to a new school so you can fucking graduate." she fumed her anger
soon turned to passion as she dealt with stress the only way she
knew how. She reached out and put her hand in her son's pants. He
did have a nice big cock, at least he got something from his
fucking father.

"That's a good boy! Oh hell yes! Stick it to me baby, yea fuck
me. Oh yea that is mommy's special little man." she moaned as her
son drove is cock into his mother's body. The thought crossed his
mind that he was a "mother fucker". The darkness called him
reaching out with loving arms pulling him in to that safe place
where all the bad things were put away. He looked down at the
aging woman and wished that she was dead. He hated her. He threw
his hips against hers trying to hurt her the way she had hurt him
so many times before.

"Oh fuck yes! God you are doing it now! Make mommy cum baby! Oh
yes, yes oh god yes. Uhmm now clean mommy up you made a mess on
her kitty." she said with her eyes closed had they been open she
have have seen the hate that boiled behind his piercing dark
eyes. She held his head and as he worked her pussy she came
again.

They moved out of New Jersey to a small town in Connecticut about
40 miles from New York City where his mother worked in an ad
agency in Manhattan. Nathan finally graduated and enrolled in a
community collage. He was just killing time as he drifted through
life. His head hurt and the voices in his head were talking to
him now more than ever. The darkness was nearly all there was of
him. One of his class mates at school, Bonnie Cain, was a teacher
at a small elementary school. She saw that he was troubled and
reached to help him. He saw her as just another fucking woman
that wanted to mess with his head and fuck him over.

He tossed the hot coffee into her face and laughed as she
screamed. A large black man dressed in the rent-a-cop uniform of
the campus police rushed over. Nathan saw him coming and turned
and ran. He knocked down anyone that got in his way. Fucking
bitches he would show them, yea he would show them all. He went
home and made preparations for the event. He used his mother's
credit cars and ordered hundreds of rounds for his rifle and his
hand gun, a Glock 9 mm. He dropped out of school and spent time
at the range shooting and honing his killing desire.

He stood over the bed looking down at the fucking whore that had
brought him into this world 19 years ago. Nathan thought that he
would feel something inside, but the icy darkness was still
there. "I am going to fucking do it!" he yelled as the heavy
weapon discharged three times sending the high velocity rounds
into his mothers head. The thick blankets soaked up most of the
blood. He moved to the end of the bed and pulled back the covers.
 He thrust the weapon into the dead woman's cunt and emptied the
37 rounds left in the black weapon. He left her in the bed and
went to settle the score with that bitch from school. He knew
where she taught and he would show them. Yea show them all.

He loaded his arsenal into the backseat of his mother's car and
drove to the school. He was dressed in black just like Chuck
Norris in Delta Force. He stuck his pistols in his web belt and
carried the deadly black AR-15. He carried ten 40 round mags in
his web gear. Nathan left the shotgun in the back seat of the
car. The darkness now fully embraced him. He looked at the world
through the dark filter of repressed rage and sadness.  The glass
front door was locked, no problem he just shot it out and walked
into the killing field that he would create. A young woman came
from the office and confronted the young man.
"You can not com..." she started to say when he fired his weapon
hitting her in the chest. She fell and he put a round in her head
and moved into the office. A male teacher came running out of the
back and was shot down.
"Which room is that cunt Bonnie Cain in?" he yelled as he put the
hot gun barrel to the head of a crying old secretary.

"She is not here today, she is out sick." the woman cried as the
young man shoved her to the floor.

"Don't fucking lie to me! What fucking room is she in?" he said
as he put a round through her kneecap. The woman screamed again
as he shot her other knee.

"Oh please I have grandchildren here." she begged as he lifted
the gun and shot a woman that was trying to use the phone. She
fell back dead.

"What fucking room bitch?" he screamed  as he grabbed her hair.

"Oh god no, it is down the hall. Room number 3. Please don't hurt
any of the children." she begged as he shoved her to the floor
and shot her in the face.

Nathan kicked in the door to the school room and shot the teacher
standing at the front of the classroom. The children started to
scream. Their cries filled the darkness and it told him to shut
them up. He saw an other teacher trying to shield a young child.
He aimed his weapon and shot them both down. The children ran
around the room trying to get away from the big man and the evil
big gun that spat fire and death. He shot them all. Each time he
hit his target the voice in his head said "that is good, you are
mommy's special boy."  The smell of blood and gunpowder filled
his nose as he stood in the room his ears still ringing from the
loud blast of his weapon. He saw a young boy move under an over
turned desk. He shot the boy in the back. The gun locked back as
he had fired 40 rounds. He mechanically pulled the empty mag and
tossed it on the bloody floor with the spent shell casings and
the bodies. He slammed home another full one.

He heard the wail of a police siren. He could hear the screams
coming from other classrooms. Nathan looked out the door and saw
three black and white units pull up to the front door and three
officers rush to the building. He shut the door and walked to the
center of the room. The darkness was calling him home. He had
showed them good. He took one last look at his handy work and
dropped his rifle and drew his pistol. The darkness told him what
to do. "Fuck you mother." he said as he pulled the trigger on the
9mm pistol. The round went up through his jaw and out the top of
his head blowing his skull off and adding his blood to the ones
the darkness had called to him.

The world heard his cry, 26 dead in Connecticut school shooting.
A shaken President addressed the nation with tears in his eyes.
For a few weeks it was all that the Nation could talk about.
First came the out cry. How could someone do such a heinous act.
Then came the cry we must do something about guns! No we must do
something about mental illness! No we should bring all of our
soldiers home and have them guard our children! Speeches were
given and moving tributes were presented at the opening of games
and on TV specials and there was a run on assault rifles, because
the "government" was going to take them all away.

Then the lobbies kicked in each pulling and pushing threatening
and begging with law makers to see things their way. The NRA
wanted it this way, the teachers union wanted their way.The right
and the left called each other names. The vast amounts of money
given to the elected officials spoke volumes and the short
attention span theater that is America moved on to the next
sideshow. The darkness laughed and sought out the next troubled
soul knowing that as long as human stalked the earth he would
have a home.


Sadly this is fiction only in what drove the shooter to fall into
the darkness and see others as just things to kill and make him
feel better. We will never know what drove that man it pick up a
weapon and kill his fellow humans. The list of such shootings is
well known and too long. When we as a society can not reach the
troubled minds, when we do nothing we are forced to live with the
consequences.

  You can address rants rages and other such attacks at this
e-mail wordweaver69@gmail.com  I have heard it all before I know
that I am a sick mother fucker, thanks for asking about my health
and keep you mother off the streets and I won't do her.