The Juvenile Hall Thief: Knock, knock… written by Jimmy

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: Knock, knock…

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Getting closer to Sam Hells street Silas Dark sniffs the cool night air, freedom tastes so sweet even among the scattering of nearby cookouts in the early summer heat. Silas Dark amuses himself with images of Sam Hell in front of him pleading with his ugly red eyes when he spots a shifting running individual. He’s shirtless and running proudly, sweat above his brow but Silas would know that frown from anywhere: it’s the Devilboy himself. 

 

“Keep going,” Silas snarls to the thief. “I want to get there before he returns and give him a tasteful surprise when he gets there. A little… housewarming gift.”

 

“Anything you say, but I want to hurt the brat.”

 

“That you will thief that you will.”

 

Cruising along a nearby street, the thief pulls along until they fall under the shadow of a large pine and cuts the engine. The car takes a moment to cool off, the engine still buzzing. 

 

“Now let’s go.” 

 

Doors open and shut, and the pair walk side by side. Silas Dark wears a mask, like the thief but he made sure to put in his contacts. His eyes are pitch black like midnight and he wants this to be the last image that Sam Hell sees before he destroys him, making him kneel in front of him. 

 

“Back door,” Silas Dark tells the thief. “They will be under the mat, my contact has informed me.”

 

“Perfect, I’ll kill the power…like before.”

 

Silas Dark says nothing as he creeps along to the back and finds the key in the exact spot the back door right off the kitchen. The father, Will Brady is drinking a glass of amber liquid, cards are in front of him and the boy is in front of him smiling as he places his hand down. 

 

“Not so fast son,” Will Brady says as Bill moves in to take the pot. 

 

Bill frowns “You can’t beat three jacks.”

 

“My full house begs to differ.” Smoothly Will Brady lays the cards down and Bills eyes widen as Will Brady takes every last chip leaving him with nothing. He clearly went all in and lost.

 

“You always win.” Bill says, smiling. “What is your prize this time?”

 

“Hmm I think you taking out the trash for the month sounds good.”

 

Bill groans and stands up, “Fine. But next time I will beat you.”

 

“You know where I keep my cards, anytime my boy.”

 

Bill is stripping off his shirt as he heads deeper in the house shouting over his shoulder “I’m gonna take a shower.”

 

“It’s a school night so go to bed after!” Will causes after him.

 

While Will Brady clears the table, Silas Dark slowly slides the key into place each teeth click is faint and close to silent. When the key is all the way inside the lock the lights blink once and go out. 

 

“What the hell?!” Will says standing.

 

At the same time Silas Dark turns the key, getting ready to push in the door he waits a moment longer until Will Brady’s back is turned and slowly swings it open. 

 

The creak makes Will pause and when he pauses, turning back to face Silas Dark his eyes widen as a white cloth covers his mouth and nose. 

 

“Nighty night, Daddy,” Silas Dark whispers as he holds his hand tightly over Wills face. Will Brady bucks, and swings hitting Silas in the stomach with a punch that forces him back. 

 

Will Brady stumbles into the table and somewhere in the house Bill calls out “Dad, the powers off.” The faint sound of water dripping grows louder as Silas imagines the bathroom door opening and Bill calling out, down the stairs dressed in a towel or less, completely vulnerable for what is about to happen to him. 

 

Silas Dark leaps at him, taking him to the ground and reapplying the towel. 

 

Again, Will Brady fights back his knee firing straight up into Silas’s groin, it’s not a perfect strike but the force of it pushes him back enough for Will to boot him barefoot in the face. 

 

Silas Dark lands on his back, and curses as Will Brady stumbles, staggering to his feet coughing and spluttering. He will be out soon, but now fast enough. 

 

Will Brady grabs the bat, unseen by Silas Dark and swing it up and down. 

 

Silas’s eyes widen and he barely rolls away as the bat smashes the tiles, cracks forming like a spider’s web from where he struck. Just as Silas is standing up, Will hits him hard in the middle the bat crushing his ribs as Will shoved him forces him through the doorway and into the hallways where the two combatants fall together in a huff. 

 

“Dad…what was that?” Bill is closer than before, coming down the stairs by the sounds of it. Maybe he will get a chance to see what Silas will do to him. 

 

Silas’s stolen air from his crushed and bruised ribs make him pause, but only for a moment. Will Brady is growing slower and he reaches for the bat, but Will surprises him still awake enough to punch him in the teeth. 

 

Crack!

 

Silas Darks head bounces off the floor, and dazed Will Brady wobbles to his feet and he tries to speak but his words are gibberish as he tries to call out to his son. 

 

“Dad?” Bill is in the room next door but he is hesitant, clearly fearful of what noises are happening beyond. “Are you…okay? Say something or I will—-ah!”

 

Bill screams, it’s quick but over just as quickly the thief must have entered the fray. Silas Dark longs to be in that room, to see what he is doing but he must get up Will Brady is still not down yet, the stubborn son-of-a-bitch. 

 

Silas Dark kicks out hitting Will Brady’s ankles and he topples backwards the bat flying from his hands hitting the window and cracking. It rolls out of sight but Silas in on top of him now applying the cloth and sitting on his chest. 

 

“Time to sleep,” Silas Dark informs him but as he holds the cloth still he feels no more resistance. The father is finally out of the fight. 

 

Silas Dark binds his wrists with duct tape and drags him to a nearby wall and secured him there with by tapping his mouth shut, and applying a set of zip ties which he hooks to his wrists, and then a nearby door handle making sure that he won’t escape. 

 

Standing up he hears footsteps and those are from one much smaller than the thief. The kid must have gotten away. He must deal with that before he gets to a phone. 

 

Silas Dark flies from the room, spots the thief hunched over and holding his privates like a child. 

 

“Fool,” Silas curses as he passes by him and hurried up the stairs, its dark but the fallen towel and more importantly the wet foot prints lead him what he guesses is the kids bedroom. 

 

He barges inside and sees the faint glow of something as prongs hit him right below his belly button and his eyes widen in alarm as an electrical charge courses through him straight into his balls. 

 

Silas Dark quivers while standing and Bill, naked holding the stun gun watches in amazement as it sizzles and tortures the man in front of him. 

 

He falls before he realized what had happened closing his eyes, the sensation of burning white pulsation ricocheting through his manhood before he blessedly passes out. 

 

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Bill moments before…

 

The water flows through his hair, wetting it instantly and Bill closes his eyes spitting out water underneath the streaming overhead shower head falling on him. The water is hot, and blissful and Bills eyes are closed as he thinks of nothing but the sensation of his scalp from the water hitting him and rolling down his body. 

 

He reaches for a bar of soap, spitting out water again when everything goes dark. 

 

Bills eyes snap open and he instantly calls out “Dad?” 

 

He waits for a beat, a shiver running down his spine despite the heat from the water. Bill slowly turns off the water and calls out again standing very still and shivering as he grabs a towel and dries his face. 

 

“Dad?”

 

Still nothing. 

 

He steps out of the shower, dripping water all over the floor not even bothering to fully dry himself. 

 

When he opens the bathroom door he hears a bang coming from the kitchen. 

 

“Dad?”

 

Bills heart thumps loudly in his chest and he wishes that he did not leave his phone down stairs to charge. He left his own charger at the pool, and he is using his fathers but he would never allow it to leave the kitchen as his Dad always tells him: “Once it enters your room, it’s lost. So it stays here.”

 

Bill slowly descends the stairs calling out for his father again. 

 

“Dad?” 

 

His voice is quieter this time, and he feels scared. Bill already knows deep down that things are not as they seem. He knows that they are not alone. 

 

“Dad?” his voice is a whimper as the banging and the crashing get louder. A fight is happening in the hallways and Bill has no idea who is winning but if his Dad was he would answer him, Bill knows this.

 

He turns to run and hide, or leave through the front door and get help when there before him is the thief. The mask is on, but it’s the same one as Bill and Bill calls out again, this time it turns into a scream. 

 

The thief grabs his face, shushing him and squeezing him in a bear hug. 

 

“I got you now, you little shit.”

 

The voice is angry, and scary. He’s breathing all over Bills face and his teeth are bared as he crushes his arms into his ribs. Bill can’t breathe and he lifts up his knee as the towel falls, the man can’t quite hold him, he’s too slippery. 

 

Bill strikes a blow right in between his spread legs and the thief freezes and moans, and Bill recognizes that sound. He knows that he got him good. Bill hits him with another and shoved him off and as he stumbles Bill kicks him right in the same spot, hearing a wet crunch as his foot finds its marks. 

 

He collapses to his knees and Bill grabs his towel hurrying away and it gets caught on the railing halfway up the stairs but Bill does not stop as he runs down the hallways knowing exacting where his father’s stun gun is and from all the practice he has been given how to use it. 

 

Bill closes his father’s bedroom door, taking it out of the box. Will Brady keeps it next to his bedroom in a drawer. He fumbles with it for a moment but promises himself that he will shoot it as soon as the door to the bedroom opens. He stands naked, cold but alert as someone comes up, running. Bill swallows hard, his heart threatening to come right out of his chest as the door opens. 

 

He does not hesitate and fires, and Bill always goes for the same targets. 

 

He hits him perfectly and watches him dance for a moment rigged and jumping before he falls to the floor. 

 

Bill stops and drops the used stun gun. It takes too long to reload, and Bill wants out of the house. But not naked. 

 

He grabs his Dad favorite button door off the desk chair pulling it on, it comes down to his knees and Bill figures, that’s good enough. 

 

Bill approaches the second thief slowly, Bill can tell the difference this is the scarier one. The one names Silas Dark. 

 

He’s still and not moving. 

 

“Fuck you, asshole,” Bill swears as he slowly steps over him. He sighs in relief when nothing happens and his other foot lands on the other side. Bill starts to run down the hallway but the first one that he kicked in the nuts in standing at the top of the landing and Bill freezes in tracks. He has two choices: his bedroom or Sam’s. 

 

He also knows that no phone is in either. Sam Hell has his on the run, and his is downstairs. He ducks into his own room, and locks the door. It’s a twist lock. It’s flimsy. One good kick should knock it down, but Bill hopes that he has enough time. 

 

Bill rushes to his closet and goes inside closing the door and reaches into the far back hopping that the battery is still charged, that he will still answer and that his is still on. 

 

“Jayden, its Bill. Do you hear me?” Bill says into the old walkie talkie. His heart thuds in his chest and he backs up to the back of the closet, using the hanging clothes to slightly hide himself. 

 

“Jayden…are you there?” Bill whispers into it as the door knob to his bedroom rattles. 

 

“Jayden, please?” Bill begs. “Answer.”

 

Static.

 

Nothing but static. 

 

Bill closes his eyes, curses himself as his bedroom door flies open. 

 

Bill stays perfectly still as the thief steps inside. 

 

“Where are you hiding?” the thief calls out. 

 

Bill gulps, and covers his mouth with the walkie. 

 

Slowly the thief comes over to the bed and gives it a good kick. When nothing happens he moves right to the closet. 

 

Bill lifts the walkie talkie up ready to use it as a weapon, and wishes that he had time to put on a pair of pants as the door opens. 

 

“Bill?” Jayden says into the walkie. 

 

“Jayden!” Bill screams his name and hits the thief in the head or at least he tries to. The thief catches it and yanks him out of the closet and grabs him by the throat and slams him into the wall. 

 

The walkie talkie clatters to the floor and smashes into four pieces. Broken. Useless. 

 

“I got you now!” The thief growls.

 

Bill’s feet are dangling as he is lifted far up and off the floor, his kicks hit the thief’s belly and chest but seem not to bother him in the slightest. 

 

He’s choke-slammed onto his bed moments later and comes up gasping. The thief grabs one wrist and clicks it to the bed frame.

 

“You have hand cuffs on your bed? You naughty little brat.”

 

Bill fights him, but it’s useless and soon his other hand is cuffed and lastly the thief shoves an old sock into his mouth and he’s breathing in the odor of his feet as he stares up at the thief. He’s smiling down at Bill, grinning in victory. 

 

“I got you” the thief says as he leans in and grabs Bills throat, not squeezing but holding. He’s showing off now, and Bill knows it. “You’re in my web brat, and now it’s time for payback. It’s gonna be a bitch.”

 

 

 

To be continued….