The Kidnapping of Callie Hendricks

I can’t remember who I was, who I used to be; only Him. I can only ask of the future, and never EVER the past. So the past remains a mystery to me. He only ever goes by one name, Man. 

Man is my father, well, I know Him to be my father. Now that my brain has developed out of its youthful innocence, I get flashes of the truth and remember little bits of one single event. A day of sorrow, and yet a day of rebirth. I love Him, like a daughter loves a father, and I never question Him. He knows what’s best for me, and I believe Him. 

The full length mirror that is so dull even spirits would think it was just a wall sits in front of me. I fix my medium length blonde hair, tugging at the snarls, and pass a glance at my malnourished body with black clothes that are so tight I often lose breath. Arena likes it though. 

“Daughter, are you coming?,” said a voice that I could tell wore a smile just down the stairs. 

I glanced over myself once more and proceeded down the stairs to greet Him;

“Yes Father, do you have your cane?,” I asked after seeing Him leaning against the banister of the stairs. I observe the only outfit I’ve ever seen Him wear; black. Black dress shoes, pants and shirt, a black suit coat and His regularly pitted black eyes. The only light that came from His demeanor was His paper white skin, and platinum hair. 

“Ahh, never can I forget it when you’re around Daughter,” He says with His smile still in place. Man reached for his cane a yard away, and grasped it easily. His height was only unnerving because of His flesh to mostly bone ratio. Especially in our shared confinement he insists on calling “home”, with its graffitied walls, and dim lighting, where He always looked like a shadow to the windowless setting. 

He stood at his full six foot nine to the support of the cane and addressed me again, “Daughter, would you like to strap into the harness once again? Apologies my child I must speak to Arena,” He sauntered over to my least favorite place in the world, placing a bony hand on the armrest. 

The metallic metal torture device sat right in the middle of our “home”. I swallowed and sunk my body into the familiar metal holds.

Man clasped the holds to pinch on my divited and scarred skin. 

“Don’t worry Daughter, I’ll be finished talking to Arena soon,” He said with His usual smiling face. 

The machine shook violently like usual, and the screaming noise came. I closed my eyes and waited for the screaming sound to stop, and in doing so, felt the familiar mind invasion. Slowly slipping from consciousness, I felt my mind switch, my personality was being challenged as Arena took hold.

“Uuuugggghhhhhh,” Arena groaned animalistically as she sat up from the metal chair, “Oh god, what to you want?”

Man rolled his eyes with Arena, of whom was getting off the chair and skipping around to the kitchen. 

“Arena, come back here I have to discuss a new lead—,” Man said, annoyed, dropping his cane and stalking over to where Arena leaned across the counter.

“You know, what if you went and did one of these kills yourself? Would that be so hard? Huh? Instead you sacrifice your ‘oh so precious daughter’,” she said with her wide eyes and with a hint of annoyance. 

Man recognized that annoyance and pursed his lips with a squint in his eye, “My daughter is none of your concern—”

“Oh isn’t she though? I may not be her exactly, but I am still, well, her.”

“No, my daughter is shy and reserved. Not the chaotic animal that you are.”

Arena grabbed a pocket knife from her back and pointed it at Man, “Who made that chaotic animal again? Was it not you? I was born under your careful torture of that weakling, yeah?”

Man pursed his lips again, deciding to move on from the subject, “ I need you to be at 16789 Forest Avenue in thirty minutes. From there I’ll give you your lead.”

Arena pocketed her knife and walked past Man to the room she shared with his daughter, “I just don’t give a shit Alex. I’m gonna grab some ammo, I’ll have it done in three.”

Man became angered now, with her using his name. He decided not to engage, he needed this new target out, a politician he especially hated. Man never really cared for the repercussions of his killing actions, but when he was caught once, he decided to lay low. He needed a cover after the incident, and what better cover than to use someone else? He couldn’t just trust anyone though, that’s when ideas had struck his brain, and with those ideas blossomed the ‘Kidnapping and Death of Callie Hendricks’.

Pt. 1