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.