Jonathan's Crying Chapters 3&4

Chapter 3 (transformation)

Look at this room Veronica, you will clean this temper tantrum yourself. You have gotten to the point of no self control. You are getting sloppy and are becoming a liability to this foundation.
You are getting too self involved with materialistic nonsense.
You are turning into the pathetic little twits that we have sent to "Bitch Heaven". I have no choice but to bury you deep within for awhile. You are putting us both at risk to waking up Jonathan. Do you want Jonathan to come back? We both understand what happens when Jonathan is awaken.
This wig, this make up, your priceless jewelry is being thrown away!
The dresses and the silly accent will be retired as of tonight! Veronica is dead and gone as of tonight...
You get no chance to speak, nor do you get the chance to ever put this journey at risk again....
I....I....ughhhhhhhh....ahhhhhhhhhhh...
No... No... No.... I.... Can't...can't let this....
FUCK!!!! NOOO!!!!!
I .....

Convulsions are ripping through my body like a taser cranked to high voltage!
The fake eyelashes have shot off my eyelids like a champagne cork..
I cannot see anything due to the white of my eyes now taking the place of my pupils..
The room that was in total shambles, has now turned into a sea of black, with ghostly faces crying with red beady eyes.
Voices of screaming children crying for their mother..
Hearing the same words repeated over and over...

" Run inside, run n hide, bastard, bastard run...
In the dark you must stay, time
To have some fun"

The room is silent and a deep gasp releases from my body...

I feel my back raise off the floor straight up in a sitting position..
My eyebrows have curled into a downward position making them look like a V as they are nearly connected together. Looking in the wall mirror of the hotel room, I am disgusted with the way I look.
In a gravel distorted voice of calm rage a new voice emerges....
" Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Who are you to lay down rules? Who are you to say what and who will do what?
You use my name to strangers, then talk of keeping me buried? You run nothing, you make no decisions, you are a voice of reason that is sickening as well as unwanted. To speak of my name to a low life and a dog as if you are me is defiant as well as disrespectful. You talk of me as if I am a cancer or a lowly sickened disease.
It is I who decides who is banished to non existence.
I am the foundation mother fucker, I am the darkness that knows no light.
You 2 parasites have made it
to number 37....
There will be no number 38 for the 2 of you. I am here now, it is me, the one you try to bury... You peasants had to use weapons to kill...
The sheer sight of who I am claimed 5 of your 37..
I was enjoying myself and you 2 teamed up to bury me...
I am here to ensure that never happens again...

I have been awoken with a great fury that is determined to unleash hell...
My hell...
Jonathan's hell...
Now be gone...
Franklin the cop is no longer needed...
Now, leave Veronica and I alone, be gone you fucking piece of shit..

Veronica, look into these fucking eyes...
Pay close attention you little bitch...
"Stop shivering and whining!" your weakness insults my presence..
You are never to speak to Franklin or of Franklin..
If you do, the tears you shed now, will become forever upon your eyes..
I promise you this....

The southern bell accent from Veronica
Emerges with a sense of hesitation..
She looks around the room at the destruction she unleashed hours ago, thinking what the missing lipstick caused.
Hundreds of pages from the bible is mixed with the telephone directory pages scattered all over the room.
Visions dragging in her mind, like jumping rope in wet cement.
The once fluffed pillows have now transformed into a floor of snowy white cotton balls.
" I got to pull it together, he's back," Veronica whispers to herself. Jonathan is here and he's watching. She tells herself that his rage was vicious and desperate. Desperate in the sense of desire. Jonathan has a desire to exist full time. Veronica now knows that Jonathan has gotten rid of...
Well, no need to say the name for good reason, but ultimately she knows Jonathan's goal is to eliminate her as well. He wasn't ready to do it quite yet for some reason. Curiosity was now rising to a level of unwanted anticipation. In her mind, she realizes that she cannot fight him off alone. It is only a matter of time, then she doesn't exist as well. She will be consumed by a darkness that is far more horrific than a serial killer on the loose. Understanding that she is also a monster, but for good reason, Jonathan is unimaginable for he has no boundaries. Women,men,children, it does not matter to him. He destroys all with no purpose. Unlike myself, who is ones destiny to meet eye to eye.
I bring death to those who welcome it. Jonathan brings death to those who cross his path. He brings an image like no other. A sense of horror that breathes apocalyptic results.
Veronica realizes it's time to clean the room and her make up off her face. As she looks around the room, there is a knock on the door.
She also hears the sound of a deep bark, echo in the hall outside her room...

" Damn it Oscar, shut your big trap!" Matthias snaps as he takes a big swig of Crown. Oscar wags his tail and cracks off another bark hopping around in the Hall. Oscar then runs down the end of the hall like a tank with fur knocking over a fake tree.
" Get over here Oscar! It's not time to play! " You would think you were the one drunk!" I swear to Christ dog, you are in your own world!
I am beginning to wonder if this Jonathan guy is okay or not. Maybe he is just sleeping. He did say he wanted to just lay down and get some rest. Perhaps I'll try again a little later.
"C'mon Oscar, let's head back to the room!"
Oscar came trotting down the hall and stopped in front of Jonathan's room and gave it a quick sniff. Oscar then cocked his head as if he heard something from the other side of the door. His head now cocked the other way.
" Let's go Oscar," we need to go to the lobby and talk to the desk girl. Oscar looked at me as if he wanted to tell me something.
I looked at Oscar, raised my bottle of Crown and gave him a toast.

" To the best damn dog I know, we may give each other shit, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Oscar began wagging his tail and darted down the hall towards the hot babe at the front desk.
I started laughing and took a big swig of Mr. Feelgood and headed down the hall. Once I got to the end of the hall I started to take a right around the corner and collided into 3 girls knocking towels out of their hands.
" I am so sorry" a big blue eyed bombshell said as she started giggling. The other 2 girls started laughing as well and turned their attention to Oscar.
" Oh my God, it's the big bad wolf," the bubbly brunette said with a intoxicated swagger.
I told the girl that his name was Oscar, and bad was a good fit. The 3rd girl was definitely stoned out of her mind. She could barely keep her eyes open and was for sure the bad girl of the 3.
I told the girls I was sorry for running into them and asked what they were doing to keep themselves entertained.
Quickly, the bubbly blond informed me they were on their way to the pool.
I finally noticed the skin tight jeans that hugged her curvaceous hips and rump. The curves on her chest were perfect to say the least.
I then made small talk by introducing myself as Matthias. Matthias Newman, from Columbus, Ohio that does photography for a living.
The impatient brunette suddenly interrupts, " Cortney, we are heading to the pool." The pesky brunette then smiles and tells Cortney I am welcome to join them if I like.
The 3rd girl tells me her name is Kelly and asks if I'd like to burn one.
Before I could answer, Cortney says we should all burn one together!
I informed all 3 girls that I was game and had nothing better to do being stranded at a hotel.
Cortney's eyes lit up and said we should go back to their room then we could hit the pool.
The other 2 girls agreed, so we started walking down the hall. I noticed Oscar was trotting in between the other 2 girls swinging his junk around like he was about to score.
I was laughing my ass off deep inside because this dog was definitely not normal. Oscar then turned around to look at me as if he heard what I was thinking and looked like he was smiling.
I told myself, Oscar, you are one sly son of a bitch!

Upon arriving to the girls room I noticed another girl with very short black hair asking if we were in to bringing strays home. This girls eyes were so green and her tan skin made them look greener.
I don't think I have been taken back by someone like this before. When they say love at first sight, I get what they mean.
Yes, I was drunk, but this beauty was made for all levels of alcohol. She had to be about 30 years old, but looked about mid 20's. Her body complimented her perfectly. This isn't the type of girl you look at wanting to sleep with. This is the type you want to just know and be with...
She has that appeal to her that is rare. Surely, she is married or engaged.
Cortney right away introduces her as Katie, but everyone calls her "Kat."

Kelly interrupts by blowing a cloud of Mary Jane in between myself and Kat.
Kat puckers her lips, then sucks the second hand smoke in slowly,and sexy with her eyes never leaving mine.
I am handed a joint the size of my middle finger, hitting it super hard holding the natural buzz deep within my lungs...
I hear Kelly say give me a shotgun putting her lips up to mine. I release the smoke slowly into her mouth watching her pull away. Kelly takes her tongue and rolls it back in forth across my lips slowly while releasing smoke from her mouth at the same time.
I look down and see Oscar looking at me like " You lucky bastard!" Rock on brother! I wink at Oscar smiling, feeling a wave of relaxation crash onto me.
Oscar looks at me and winks back.

I remember thinking, this is some good shit....

Kat looks over and asks if I am going to swim or observe. I told her I had nothing to swim in so I would observe.
Kat looked at me with the sexiest smile, then dove into the pool.
"She likes you", whispers Kelly with her eyes almost closed. Kelly goes on to explain that Kat had been with her boyfriend since high school. She then tells me that's why she took the break up so hard.
"Break up" I said, with excitement like a child walking into a fair.
"How long has she been single?" I asked.
Kelly explained that Kat's boyfriend/fiancé was the only guy she had been with,15 years with the same guy. Apparently he was cheating on her with a girl he worked with.
I could not imagine how this guy could throw away a girl like Kat.
He had to be an idiot or blind one of the two. Whatever the case, I was hoping I would get the chance to bond with her. Become friends and get to know her.
Kelly was just getting ready to continue, when Oscar starts going crazy as a shadow approaches the doorway to the swimming pool.
Oscar's bark is intimidating to say the least, but not to Jonathan as he walks right into the pool area ignoring Oscar.
" Jonathan, how are ya dude?" i asked as I waved him over.
Jonathan looked different compared to when I saw him earlier.
" I am good," he replied. He told me that the nap he took stopped his head from ringing. Jonathan was dressed in a sport coat, faded jeans, dress shoes and a turtle neck. He looked very professional to say the least.

" Well, it looks as if all the class is in the swimming area eh?" Jonathan says as he is smiling at Kat.
As I sit and watch Jonathan, I can tell he has zoned in on Kat.
I am the type of guy that doesn't get bothered by another dude liking a girl I like. If she wants to be with me, then she will be with me. If not, oh well! There are plenty of fish in the sea.
Kat is swimming in the pool with her bra and underwear due to not having a suit with her. I was not minding this at all, neither was Jonathan.
" Wow dude, stare much?" cocks off Kelly staring at Jonathan.
Jonathan looks at Kelly with a smile that was quite eerie..
" I'm sorry, she is very beautiful" says Jonathan. As you are as well, "What is your name sweetie?"
Kelly responds to Jonathan with only being able to give her name to a certain number of people. She tells Jonathan she is maxed out at the moment.
Jonathan proceeds to give that smile and informs Kelly that being a bitch was attractive as well. He told her she had the looks, but needed to practice on being a bitch. We all started laughing!!!!!
Even Kelly....

In my mind...

WHO THE FUCK does this bitch think she is? I seriously would love to cut her throat from ear to ear but I will leave that for Veronica. I have other plans at the moment.
This flea bag beast is starting to get on my nerves as well. This dog is not of this world, the size of this four legged scoundrel suggests abnormality.
This dog watches me like he knows who I am. "Oscar?" what kind of name is that? This dog better stay out of my way during this crossing of paths.

As I look around the pool area, I know that my boredom will get the best of me.
Or should I say, my hunger. I have been gone for far too long....
It looks as if I need to just last a couple of days, then I can concentrate on my next victim or should I say victims? Veronica is in my way at the moment. She thinks small, to where I think astronomical. Big deal, just another serial killer...
I want more, I want power! I am far more superior than a lunatic on a killing spree.
Death needs to be in giant numbers when my hand is upon it. For example, I would Like to kill this dog, Matthias, the 7 dancers, and the front desk girl. I just haven't decided if I am going to do it yet or not...
Guess it depends on the weather...
Also, this dark haired girl in the pool is remarkably beautiful..
I may want to keep her. That would be a risk I have never considered taking before..
Maybe, just maybe she is worth it...
Veronica would need to be out of the way first. Her jealousy could cause problems...
This girl reminds me of someone...
Reminds of a time when it was just me and me only. Being a child, being innocent..
Sarah... Ah yes, Sarah.....

Chapter 4 (innocence)

A nice summer day in June with the
Smell of lilac in the air. Mom is busy in the kitchen baking apple pie while I'm running through the yard pretending to be chased by a tribe of angry Indians.
I loved running through the yard pretending to be John Wayne or Clint Eastwood.
I usually was Clint Eastwood wearing an old table cloth around me like a poncho. I had 2 toy six shooters that I wore on a belt that had 2 holsters.
My grandfather had gotten me a pair of boots when I was 8 years old and they still fit at 10.
I was definitely the fastest gun in my play world. Indians died by the 100s crossing my path in the great frontier.
Then when I was out numbered I would run towards the back of the house to the double doors that led into our cellar. Once I reached the double doors, I would always drop down in the grass and pull my six shooters. I would kneel down beside the double doors cement foundation as cover pretending to fire away at 100s of Indian charging. With bow and arrows accompanied with tomahawks I fought off a potential massacre of the towns people.
With my Injun killing 6 shooters no Indian army was big enough to take me down!
All though the double cellar doors ricocheted arrows and tomahawks I never got the nerve to fling open the doors to proceed into the darkness of what I called "Hell."
Many times I looked at the double doors curious to what was kept behind them. I never even saw either of my parents venture into the cellar. My father always told me that there was nothing but rats and spiders in the cellar. He told me that his father always kept him out of the cellar as well.
I never could willingly get the nerve to embark on an adventure into the unknown cellar.
"Willingly" was the key word here. I never said I didn't end up in that cellar eventually.

Living in the country always imposed the burden of being lonely. I had an older brother and sister but they never found the time to play with me unless it was to yell at me or use me as a punching bag. Franklin was my older brother, he was 5 years older than me.
My sister Veronica was 2 years older than me. All my sister ever did was play dress up and pretend to be the mother to her dolls. I always thought her dolls were creepy. It felt like there eyes were always watching me. I stayed clear of those dolls at all cost.
Franklin always thought he was a cop. He loved to take his handcuffs and use me as the bad guy he was pursuing. This may sound like childhood fun, but Franklin took things to the extreme. He liked to throw me down then put his knee in my back while cuffing me.
Once he even thought it was necessary to rough me up while interrogating me. The more I cried and told him to stop, the harder he hit me telling me to answer the questions. Franklin was definitely my nemesis while going through childhood.
My father would always be drunk or drinking calling me a little girl or a pussy when I cried. My father was a big man who liked to use the back of his hand on everyone in the house.
When he would be taking a drink out of his cheap Canadian Whiskey, I knew he would be looking for someone later to warm the back of his hand with. He was nothing more than a lazy bum living off of what his parents had left him. I went on living in fear as a child for a very long time due to my surroundings.
My mother was always quiet and didn't dare cross my father in any way. She knew the back of the hand all to well.
He also liked to sexually degrade her by tying her to the bed while he did what he pleased.
Many times I would see my mother tied to the end of the bed with welts and bruises on her. There were times to where I untied her only to have my father go into a rage. He gave it to me a few times for helping my mother. I always would sit in my room wishing my toy 6 shooters were real so I could make him go away. My father was the monster that crept through the house at night choosing who he would torment. Usually it was my mother or myself that were his favorites.
Once Veronica hit her teens she became very special to him. He would pay her late night visits while being drunk.
I could always hear Veronica moaning "No Daddy" through my bedroom wall. Franklin always told me that he would visit Veronica as well, but was unable to now that our father was visiting her. Veronica got to the point to where she catered to my father like she was his wife. My mother just let this to continue to happen without saying anything. It finally got to the point to where I didn't even recognize the woman my mother once was. I actually got to the point to where I hated her for this. I hated everyone in my family up until the age of 12.
Once I turned 12, nothing would ever be the same for me again. Veronica was 14 and Franklin was just turning 17. Franklin was too the point of never talking, but watched cop shows non stop. Very rarely did I ever see Franklin away from a detective show. Very obsessed to say the least.
By this time Veronica was pure evil, She hated anything and everything.
All she did was walk around the house dressed like her dolls. Old fashioned dresses and pig tails.
It was no secret that this is how my father liked her to be when visiting her at night.
Many times I would lie in bed thinking of how to permanently take my father out of the equation.
One night In particular changed everything for me, as well as everyone in the house.
It was Friday and storming very severely. The wind was howling so loudly I thought for sure our house would be devoured by the wicked storm.
I heard the footsteps of my father coming down the hallway on his way to Veronica's room. The sound of his footsteps made me cringe due to knowing that I would hear Veronica moaning and crying very shortly. I also knew that Franklin would have his blanket up over his knees moaning as well listening to Veronica. It had gotten to the point to where I could take no more. On this night I was going to make sure I never heard this again, or watched Franklin play with himself to the sound of his father raping his sister.
Once I heard Veronica moaning I got up from my bed and made my way to my sisters bedroom. Franklin told me to get back in bed, but I told him to shut up and let me be. I picked up a ball bat from my closet and headed down the hall. I stood in front of my sisters room debating on whether to barge in or just go back to bed. Once I heard my sister moaning, instinct took over and I busted through her door.
Once I entered the room I was in shock from what my eyes were seeing.
My father was behind my sister with his pants to his ankles thrusting himself into my sister. Veronica was bent over the bed with my "MOTHER" holding her hands down. I was shocked to see my mother in the room helping my father sexually assault Veronica. My mother was wearing a leather outfit with a black mask that covered her eyes.
I was not prepared for anything like this while opening the door. In that moment of shock my father had turned around and punched me in the mouth. I remember flying into the hallway dropping the baseball bat. My father was pulling up his pants trying to collect himself enough to where he could get a hold of me.
This gave me enough time to get up and run down the stairs. I was well ahead of my father and made it to the front door. I flung the front door open and ran out into the storm that was throwing anything in it's path into the air. I heard my father screaming my name calling me a bastard. He kept telling me to run because I ruined his fun. I knew that if he caught me at this moment, that he could possibly beat me to death. I fought my way through the wind and rain to the back of the house. I only had moments before he would be finding me. I looked around frantically trying to find somewhere to hide. My fathers screaming voice was getting closer promising to fuck me up once he found me. I looked to my left and saw the double doors to the cellar. I looked to my right as lightening flashed and saw my fathers shadow making itself towards the back of the house where I was at. I immediately swung open the cellar doors and backed in slowly closing the cellar doors. Once they were shut, it was pitch black and smelled of mold and dampness. I could tell by my fathers voice that he had passed the cellar doors looking for me. I felt an ease come over my body knowing I was safe for the moment. I sat quietly and listened so I could tell whether my father was coming or not. Time kept moving by with no signs of my father on the prowl looking for me.
It even sounded like the storm had stopped as well. I kept running through my mind of what I was going to do next. As I sat in the still darkness I heard movement coming from behind me. I closed my eyes because I remembered my father telling me of rats and spiders. I started to feel a cold chill run down my neck because in my mind I knew it was not rats nor spiders that was causing the movement. Slowly I started twisting my body around as I was knelt down blind to who or what was with me in the cellar. I felt a sudden warmth on the side of my face. It was a warmth that I had felt before many of times. A warmth that my mother always brought while reading to me at night while I was little. The warmth of her breath as she sang to me while playing with my hair in her lap.
At that moment I froze in sheer panic because I now knew that the warmth I felt on the side of my face was someones breath...

"Ah Child," are the words that hissed next to my face. "You are hiding my child?" asked by an abnormal voice. I chose to not answer due to my vocal chords being locked from fear.
"Your father is who you hide from?"
"This is the monster you fear?"
"You should fear whom is within your presence, my child" the voice whispers as it moves all around me.
"I once came to hide in this very place."
"My name is Jonathan" I have been here for a very long time.
"I was left here by my father at a young age and never saw light ever again."
This voice kept telling me of how he to had a brother that mistreated him. A brother that hit him, hated him, and betrayed him.
For hours I was told of many things that seemed similar that "Jonathan" had experienced as a child. I felt as if Jonathan was not there to harm me, but was there to help me.
Jonathan told me that his father was an evil man. A man that would beat him and rape him. Many nights Jonathan said he came to this cellar and hid from his father. Although his father did not find him, he always took a beating from hiding from his father. Jonathan's brother would also help his father to torment Jonathan.
On one occasion that changed Jonathan's life forever, he hid in the cellar from his father. The only difference this time was that his brother had seen him go into the cellar.
His brother informed his father of where he was, soon his father arrived in the cellar.
Jonathan says he remembers his father coming down the steps laughing.
Laughing because he knew Jonathan would never see outside of that cellar ever again..
His father had a chain and pad lock. He informed Jonathan that if he wanted to spend so much time in the cellar, then he could live in it.
Jonathan cried and pleaded for his father not to lock him in the cellar. Jonathan's brother laughed as well as his father antagonized Jonathan.
"My little bastard son!" Jonathan's father screamed as he smacked Jonathan. "You deserve nothing but darkness and Bugs!" "Your brother and I are going to town to celebrate" laughed his father.
Then his fathers face got real serious and told Jonathan that he was the devils child. He was the devils child because he lost his wife while she gave birth to him, That his brother lost his mother because she gave birth to him.
Now, he could live on bugs and the dripping water from the pipes if he wanted to live in this world.

"So, this is where I stayed, where I lived, where I died" mumbled the eerie voice.
This is where I waited...
Waited for someone like you..

That is when I felt something rip through my body! Throwing me across the darkness in the cellar..
Feeling the pain of fingernails lifting skin from my body...
Being bit over and over...
screaming but no sound coming from my mouth...
Trying to crawl against the cold cellar floor but being dragged backwards as my own blood poured from my body...
Choking while feeling cold hands gripped around my throat...

" Bam!!!!!!!!"

Then I was gone....
Watching myself running through a field of Daisies coming to an old farm house. Children were running, playing, singing, dancing ....
All the children were smiling and happy. An old lady was passing out cookies telling the children how beautiful they were.
There was a path that led around the barn. The path had butterflies, a golden glowing light, white doves and grass covered in glittery silver specks.
I was not walking nor running...
It was like I was gliding...
As I went further down the path I began to see something at the end of the path..
It had a bright glow to it giving me a sense of joy, love, and ease..
The closer I got, it was confusing as to why I was seeing this image...
This image sat and watched as I came closer...
Little birds hovered above it's beastly head..
Ocean eyes of blue sparkling as it smiled watching me come before it...
I stood in amazement at the sight of the biggest, most beautiful animal I had ever seen.
A deep, but soft voice spoke these words to me:

" Who you once were is gone"
"Who you will now become, was not to be"
" We will meet again, but on different terms"
" The path you are now destined to walk, is filled with pain, darkness, and death"
" Many tears will be shed, life has no meaning"
" For you will be many different things"
" Things that will bring sorrow for so many, with unanswered reason"
" A second coming of the unexplainable"
" In the end child, it will be I who will stand over top of you"
" You will remember this day that we share at this moment"
" I am sorry child, sorry of what you are about to become"

Then this beautiful presence rose and disappeared into a sea of intertwining colors...

I remember thinking to myself, if what I just saw was real or fantasy?
Never in my young life had I ever seen a dog of this size or nature....

Then I felt the beautiful ground come out from beneath...
Falling into a tunnel of darkness...
A tunnel that had images of my father, Veronica, Franklin, my mother, countless beautiful women, grieving families, police, funerals, fires, ghostly images of crying children....
But the most chilling image of all was.....
Blood... Yes, blood...
Endless images of oceans of blood...

Then feeling an instant impact smashing into my body...
As I awoke, I realized what the impact was...
The cold, dark cellar floor...

I was surrounded by silence...
Then in a far distance of the darkened cellar I heard a faint whisper...
" It has begun"
" You know what needs to be done"
" Jonathan, bring your vengeance without mercy"

I felt myself smiling from ear to ear and headed towards the cellars doubled doors....