Edgar hated rainy days.
He always hated them ever since he was little, as a baby, as a toddler, and as an teenager.
But he hated them most at this moment. He was standing in the rain getting soaked to the bone, looking down at his now dead dad, who was laying in a wooden coffin with a clear lid. His father was the man who brought home fingers, the man he always had fights with, the man who was strangled until all of the life left him and then he was shot in the heart for good measure. Edgar Jake Mitty yeah they have the same name, Edgar was so full of himself.
Edgar smiled bitterly.
Edgar's eyes roamed his fathers still body, that was surrounded by red roses, it was a red that looked as if they were dunked in blood or painted red like
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He looks at his fathers face, what used to be full red lips was now just white. He has scars all over, one stood out more it was on his left cheek it was of a heart and the name Lucy was carved into it, Lucy was his mothers name, she was the one who taught him how to use guns and told him stories, well not the kind other kids listen to, they were stories of how she killed people, one always stood out, she poured hot oil down a mans throte with a funnel, that one was his favrioute out of all of them.
His mom died when he was fourteen, so about two years ago, and that's when he moved in with his father, now his father was just as crazy as his mother, mabey a little more so, that's probably why they had sex and created him. Edgar Jake Mitty
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His father and mother used to own this shit city, they made it even more shity with all the random killings they did. They were insane, his father mostly, his father taught him how to break someones neck using his feet, he told him good areas to stab. He hated his father, he hated him for teaching him shit like that, but, he didn't want him to get killed. Edgar was angry, he wanted to hurt the man or woman who did this. He wanted to so bad, and he was going