tool time massacre

the time has come for the monster to get what he deserves

warning it gets worse before it gets better



the beast moaned out loud as he finished with his middle son. tossing him onto the nearby bed like a rag doll. brad and randy had been subjected to a nightmare neither could have ever predicted. their only solace was one another. randy looked to his older brother as a father figure to replace the one that had ripped away his innocence. and brad looked to randy as a friend and confidant in his horror of a life.

it was randy who had parlayed their dad into a scheduled week giving both of them three days in which they knew they were safe, even if that meant they knew what was happening to the other in the next room over. Sunday was usually a toss up between the two but randy usually won the horrible prize leaving brad with a feeling of despair at his continued inability to save his brother.

randy sat up in the bed teary eyed his hand still in a cast from an attempt a couple of weeks ago to tell a cop about his problem. the cop a good friend of their fathers (randy had not known that at the time) had been reluctant to believe such a lie about his good friend the tool man and had taken the kid home instead of reporting it.( if you or someone you know is in this situation please go to the police they're there to help you)

the beast after finding out about it broke Randy's arm. staging a accident that made it look like randy was trying to ride his skateboard down the stairs. randy had not tried to say anything to anyone since

the monster left his room after wiping himself off on randy s discarded underwear. less then two minutes later brad entered carrying a glass of water a damp towel and some pain pills.

he gave them to randy as he gently wiped the sweat of monster off him.

brad, randy croaked, i cant go on like this, its like living in hell.



shh, brad whispered softly, i know but what other choice do we have?



we could leave, randy whispered, we could go away he'd never be able to find us.



randy, brad sighed sadly, i know what your saying I've thought about it but what about mark? if we there would be nothing stopping the beast from going after him. besides where would we go.



we could take mark randy whispered urgently, we could just take him and go were young but i hear that new York has a lot of empty buildings we could hide out there and find some under the table jobs.



hush. brad said almost motherly, look randy I'll....I'll think about it ok? you just get some sleep. IT will be up early tomorrow.



randy rolled over and closed his eyes as brad got up and left returning to his room to take his own advice.



they both showered how they always did these days one quickly bathing the other guarding the door watchful for any potential "visits from their father.

and as usual it sat there smiling at them as they came downstairs wishing them both a happy morning.

mark the youngest at age nine was sitting at the table next to his idolized father playing with a action figure .as brad and randy sat down the beast put a hand on top of marks head ruffling his hair. he did this every day to annoy and irk them. it was a warning and all three of them knew it. behave or your brothers next.

you guys see the new action figure dad bought me? mark chimed at them. they had both been a lot nicer to him since the beasts rise. and his skepticism of their newfound brotherly love was replaced by cautious optimism long ago.

looks cool mark, brad said mustering up a smile.

yeah I'm kinda jealous, randy put in not bothering to give a smile.

ok mark, Tim said, your bus will be here soon best be off.

mark smiled at his brothers and jumped out of his seat running out the front door.

you boys gonna have fun at school?, Tim sneared at them

shut up, randy said darkly,

yeah like you care monster, brad added, you should go rot away in jail somewhere.

the beast smiled, oh really, maybe i should go get your brother back in here and tell him that

brad and randy, both bowed their head and shook them

that what i thought, Tim sneared again, well i got work to get to , hey brad looking forward to tonight oh wear something sexy. it laughed at it owns joke and walked out the door.



later that night the beast came as expected but dragging randy behind it.

guess what boys, Tim jeered your mother is staying at a friends for a while , something about not getting affection from me or whatever so you both get the delight of my company. who cant's to be first?

NO. brad said out loud. something about the fact they were together against it in one room at that moment gave him courage. we are done with this i know me and randy aren't as strong as you but together we can do some damage I'm sure of it so if you come close to us ill ripe your fucking head off.

you sneeviling little worm the beast howled stomping toward him,

SMACK

randy forgotten by his father had come out of no where to hit him with a chair

blood streamed down its face.

the beast reached out to randy intending to grab him brad reached out and punched him in the face twice

WHACK WHACK

it turned to him and sent brad sailing advancing on him as he lay dazed.

randy using the bed as springboard landed on the monsters back clawing at his face.

brad now back into the fray rammed into his stomach

sending all three into the hallway

all of them were a massive ball of punching and kicking screaming vortexes their fighting going from one end of the hallway to the other down the stairs and into the kitchen. where Tim bleeding and sore managed to get a lucky punch in sending randy sprawling into the nearby open closet.

now with one opponent he was easy a match for Tim finished the fight with a solid kick to brads groin throwing him into the nearby closet with his brother before latching the door.

(it will end soon don't worry but unfortunately the story i have in my head goes farther. if you want you can stop reading here and say they won the fight and were in new York working for a butcher)

the darkness in the closet was heavy and brad and randy had to feel each other out they both were battered and bruised covered in a mixture of their own blood and it's

we almost had him, brad whispered out of breath clutching his aching private area.

whats going to happen brad? rand asked scared. you think hes going to......

both of them stopped breathing and strained there ears

faintly from the stairs they heard

brad? randy? daddy? is anyone there somethings wrong theres blood everywhere please someone answer me



brad and randy didn't need to see each other to know their both their eyes got big. they started beating on the door at the same time

run!!! Mark run!!! get out of here!!



it ok son. their father was then heard in his sudo parent voice. brad and randy are just trying to play another trick on you. come here ill make you some warm milk.



NOOO!!!!! MARK ITS NOT A TRICK RUN AND GET HELP GO TO WILS... their yells were cut sort as they hear a high pitched scream and their "fathers" familiar grunting. both curled up together and sobbed covering their ears.

neither of them moved for the next hour.

brad was the first to rouse shaking his brother out of his state. on a whim he tried the door handle and found it was unlocked. they both entered the kitchen blinking the light from their eyes

wheres mark, randy asked urgently we need to find him,

shh, it may be still be around, brad whispered peeking at the dark corners of the living room.

BRAD come quick!!! randy gasped. he had made is way around the counters corner and was now kneeling on the floor

brad ran over his breath caught in his throat his youngest brother was strewn out on the floor of the kitchen bloody knife cupped in one hand. his wrists were slashed and he lay still.

is he? brad asked through tears

randy hesitantly reached down touching marks arm before nodding his head and running to the counter to puke



"oh you will find he is" Tim said from the shadows of the living room where brad could now see him sitting on a chair reading a magazine.

now you too listen to me, the police will be here in a minute you will go and clean your selfs up and follow my story of suicide or i will allow one of you to follow your poor younger brother i wont say who

randy turned and ran upstairs all thoughts of dissidence gone for the moment

brad stood there and glared at Tim before following suit.



a month later the investigation was officially closed and it was ruled a suicide. Jill who was hanging onto her family by a thread moved to sans Fransisco shortly thereafter. the beast laid off his children for a couple of weeks. brad and randy didn't know if it was some latent lingering part of their real father or just the beast making sure the cops weren't around anymore. either way no more then two months after marks death it announced that that very night would be the return of the game.

brad and randy had expected it they had not given up like the beast seemed to suspected they had but rather took their mutiny underground. the way their father had covered up their brothers death had taught them a very different lesson then the monster thought it had. they now knew to get out from the beasts control they would need proof 100% undeniable proof that this was happening . so with that in mind they borrowed their friends camera and set in up in the bedroom they now shared for the beasts enjoyment sending its signal to a close circuit television hidden in the closet. brad smiled a real smile for the first time since this started when they tested it and it worked.

we are going to get that bastard this time, he smirked.

randy nodded in agreement

they got ready for bed and awaited the beast who arrived no sooner then they had laid down

ready for some fun? it asked smirking

he started with brad slamming into him as hard as possible making him cry out. then it was Randy's turn he made him bend over the bed and did the same thing punching his back when he didn't scream loud enough

that night was awful for them yet they enjoyed it they knew that it all was being recorded. and when the morning broke and the beast had finished his abnormally long session they re watched the tape to be sure. it caught it all

ready for part two. randy asked his brother

more then, brad smirked back

later that day Tim started his shows special segment on saws.

he cut to what he thought was a short film about the dangers of overusing a saw blade. but was instead treated (along with the rest of the audience, his assistant al, and half of the city) to his performance last night. the audience gasped, al threw up and ran away, and twelve different police precincts were sent to the station. they would be to late.

out walked brad and randy smiling like all the world was a ice cream cone.

we just thought the audience would appreciate seeing your off hours, brad chimed, you know a behind the music type of thing.

yeah dad randy said what do you think?

Tim yelled and launched himself at them. this two they were expecting. from behind Randy's back he produced a cordless jigsaw. slashing at his dad outstretched hands cutting off three fingers

Tim howled in pain and clutched his hand

i thought you'd be happy dad, randy said in a fake pouty voice, its a benford after all

Tim got and started running to the door



no no no, brad added in with a wide smile, you cant leave its the middle of your show what would the producers say

he grabbed the nail gun off a close by bench and shot off the entire nail round aiming for Tims legs at least some hit and Tim went down.

you brats!!, Tim said scared, what are you doing this isn't right,

this inst right!!!. brad screamed finally showing his anger, so what is right? raping your sons? beating up your children? oh i know how about killing your youngest child just to prove a point? no your right dad that just makes so much sense?

randy had gone silent but his face too bubbled with the same anger as brads. they both advanced on him randy holding the jigsaw and brad carrying a large circular saw he had discarded the nail gun for.

The beast had dragged himself over to a workbench during brads outburst and was throwing whatever he could find at them however his eyes were so caked with fear they didn't even come close.

as brad and randy neared him he swung out with a claw hammer aiming for brads head. brad merely ducked and swung the saw upward catching him mid forearm all but cutting it off.

Tim screwed out for mercy and brad and randy started laughing.

randy grabbed a nearby sledge hammer and broke what what left of his arms as brad grabbed a nearby propane torch and cauterizing the wounds to keep him from bleeding out to soon

hey brad may i, randy asked holding up a pair of shears

sure, brad smiled ripping off his dads pants

randy snipped as brad held its gentiala out the first time he was happy to be near this area

are we done? brad asked randy

well lets see we took away his arms, fucked up his legs and castrated his sorry ass. yep that seems about right. all thats left is to kill him not that theres really that much left of him anyway

Tim whined faintly, please don't

oh shut up brad shouted, you lucky we don't let you live like this. what do you thing randy/ quick and painless?

they both looked at each other and shouted naaaaaahhh!!

what was left of Tim was lifted and put on a conveyor belt which feed directly into a large table saw.

as the nightmare of their life slowly went to meet the large spinning blade feebly trying to get out of the way brad and randy let out the signature Taylor grunt

although the camera's had long since been turned off both of them found it funny to turn to them and say we'll be right back after this messages from benford. as the beast was slowly cut in half



four months later brad and randy were released from a mental institution and all charges were dropped after a plea of temporary insanity was issued. no one disagreed. although they begged to stay together they were separated and place in foster homes away from anybody they had ever known. they were denied each other but they were free.

they went back to school in other districts were they would be allowed to be normal kids. although they were never children again that had been stolen from them long ago.

at Randy's eighteenth birthday the law could no longer intercede and the brothers were reunited. but years took their affect as they often do and brad and randy were like strangers to one another. they soon separated again of their own accord keeping in touch by phone once in a blue moon.

brad moved to new York and become very into the underground scene turning to drugs and alcohol. his life spiraled out of control and eventually he took his own life in a motel parking lot.

randy went the other direction. meeting a nice girl he had five children on which he swore to protect from the world and to make sure they had happy childhoods. he succeeded. when news of his brothers death reached him he opened a charity in his name to help victims of rape and child abuse. he eventually died of old age surrounding by a loving family.