Accomplice:, Nick Venom [free children's ebooks pdf txt] 📗

Episode One "What is Murder?"

What is murder? Can it really be defined? Murder in self-defense isn’t considered murder, but accidental murder is? Jax asked me this question every day. He believed that the government murdered their rivals and criminals through the death sentence and the public deemed it legal. Jax has many beliefs about the government---some that seemed crazy while others made sense. This all made Jax the psycho he is.

I became friends with Jax during third grade for a school project. Ever since then, we would hang out everywhere and eventually he showed me his after school projects. His after school projects consist of me deceiving friends and taking them to an abandoned cabin by a large river while he takes good “care” of them inside of the cabin. He would force me to convince anybody to follow me, no matter the gender, race, or appearance. He has no identifiable pattern for his choice of victims aside from that he killed anybody who attacked Jax or I. Jax took care of them and discarded them into the river while I lured them in. Jax and I. Murderer & Accomplice.

We went to the same elementary and high school. Torn Isaac High School. The high school poses numerous threats to my safety, but none to Jax. Bullies would often bully me for my lonely tendencies which Jax never approved of. Two days later, the bullies would go missing and Jax would claim that he had no connection to them, but I found the bodies. I even peeked inside of the cabin and saw the gallons of blood and body parts littering the inside. I, simply, throw up whenever that sight peeks into my mind. This is why I vowed to never allow Jax to see my world; To never let him interfere with my world. Years and years of blindly following his every order racked up regrets and sorrows. Potential friends, lovers, bullies all thrown into the river, drifting off into the ocean.

He controls nearly every movement I make, even recording every phone call I have to deter me from calling the police. Doing that will earn me a spot on the river; Something I cannot allow as I could be the only one who knows about who “he” really is. His recordings have gone from school to home as my parents died young, leaving me alone and giving Jax’s parents the chance to adopt me, sealing my fate. A measly accomplice like me doesn’t have the chance to live a normal life with the things I’ve seen. That is something that will remain the same for eternity, past heaven or hell. What am I saying? I won’t be able to get into heaven, leaving hell as my only option.

I woke up due to my alarm clock. It read “7:20 AM” and served as my reminder that the first day of school was upon me. I got up and got dressed, heading off to school without seeing Jax, but feeling his presence

Episode Two "Prey"

The first day saw no negative results for August as he didn’t talk to many people. He found himself slowly transforming into the class outcast, which he didn’t mind. What he did mind was Jax, who wasn’t in the same class as him, constantly glancing at August whenever he had a chance to.

Even so, August got through the day without worry until he reached after-school time. He escaped his final class, leaving the building and on his way back before bumping into a classmate of his; Rick. Rick, a spitting image of the high school bully trope, began harassing him for simply bumping into him. He ordered his goonies to begin bashing on August with their baseball bats, bruising his tanned skin. 

He allowed it to happen, taking the beating as quickly as he could. The more time he spent being beaten, the more time Jax had to see the event unfold.

After Rick and his goonies left, August bolted home to begin masking the bruises and cleaning any cuts with water and soup. He wore a long-sleeved tee-shirt instead of the school’s usual white polo and blue trousers to cover the bruises and prevent Jax from learning of them. If he knew, Rick and his goonies would depart the earth forever. They would be at the bottom of the river, their bodies never found. August couldn’t allow that.

A few hours after returning home, Jax’s mother, Wendy, arrived and began making dinner. August and the other members of the family---Jax, his brother and sister named Henry and Hailey, and Jax’s father, John---arrived at the dinner table and began chomping down on their platters of steak.

As everybody devoured the thin strips of steaks, Wendy glanced at August, proud of her fourth child. Her eyes went down to her left arm where his sleeve had been rolled down enough to show the bruises. Something shot through her to ask about it. 

“What happened to you?” Jax’s eyes snapped to August, inspecting the bruise before August could roll the sleeve up and feign ignorance. He made up a lie about tripping on stairs being the cause of the bruises. Wendy opened her mouth to ask more questions but a glare from Jax stopped her. She dropped the subject and they continued to eat but now sat in dreary silence. Even at home, Jax was a horrifying beast that nobody wanted to provoke.

After eating, August headed to his room, hoping to hide out as long as he could. Unfortunately for him, Jax entered his room without knocking, staring at him. “Who attacked you?”

“I didn’t see their faces,” August told him. He didn’t try to lie to Jax as he already knew something went down. Excuses wouldn’t work in front of Jax, only the truth would.

“Who attacked you?” He repeated. August shook his head and repeated his answer, receiving an irritated expression from Jax. Jax balled up his fists, his eyebrows furrowing, before walking off. He didn’t hit the wall or the door, simply walking off before anything began.

August, however, knew something would happen. He decided to visit Rick the next day and warn him of Jax. Even if Rick didn’t trust him, as long as he could be warned of Jax and his behavior. That’s what August believed, going through another day of school thinking about what he would say. He visualized the situation and chose his words carefully. 

He met with Rick after-school across from the school, sparking a conversation with him. He warned him that he will “befall a terrible fate from Jax” but Rick laughed it off before threatening August with another beatdown. He walked off while laughing, his goonies following after him and participating in the fake laughter.

August let out a sigh, disappointed that Rick was headstrong in not listening to him. He turned around, scanning his surroundings for someone he didn’t want to see. Unfortunately, the person was there.

Jax stood in the parking lot across from the school with his new friend group, his eyes staring intensely at Rick as he walked towards the main entrance of the school. August’s heart sank as he realized what was going to happen. Rick’s dead. Jax is going to kill him!

August turned around, deciding to sprint home and not watch the murder occur. He didn’t want to be branded an accomplice more than he already was. He sprinted right into a girl, throwing both of them to the ground.

“Sorry about that,” He said, my voice timid and weak.

“No worries, I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” The girl responded. August took a good look at her and realized that she was beautiful; flowing brown hair, a pink and blue sundress, and silky tan skin. 

“Wait. You’re the guy who sits in the back during class!” She said, recognizing him. August jerked my head back as he never noticed her in his class before.

“U-Uh, yeah, I’m August,” He said, extending my hand out. She shook his hand before inspecting him up and down. 

“You’re not half bad.” She said in a quiet voice, obviously shy and embarrassed.

“Well, u-uh, thanks,” He said while blushing. 

She gave him a big smile. “I’m Bailey, nice to meet you, August.” She said before hearing her phone vibrate. She took out her phone and checked a message, now looking up at August. “I’ll see you around,” She said before walking off.

August nodded, obviously gawking at her. He began drooling for her, clearing it with his sleeve after snapping back into reality. No, I don’t want to include her in this chaos. I have to remember that anybody around me could be killed in an instant. I need to be careful of who I include on this battlefield. Jax will kill everybody. I have to be prepared to stop him then.

 

TBC…

Episode Three "Warning"

August went to school the next day, contemplating whether or not his choice of visiting Rick was right. Jax had his eyes on him now. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, but… what if someone saw Rick and his goons beating me up? They could’ve told Jax or maybe he found out about it through word of mouth.” He thought out loud. 

August was beating himself up. He felt guilty as Rick would soon be dead if Jax worked quickly. Maybe he had a day or two, but soon he would be dead. August knew that.

He crossed the street, beginning to walk further down and go through the main gate; the entire school was fenced off by black metal fences. However, before he could go any further, Bailey appeared seemingly from out of nowhere. August recognized how weird it was to see her since he didn’t see her during the first few days, but he ignored that thought. It’s probably a coincidence. Nothing else, just a simple coincidence.

“Oh, hello August.” She said cheerfully, staring at him.

“U-Uh… hello,” He whispered, his voice weak. He wasn’t expecting her to speak to him. Most girls talked to August once, finding out that he was very timid, before never speaking to him again. 

“Did you hear about the death?” She asked. August shook his head. Please don’t be Rick who was killed! He screamed internally.

She pointed at the main entrance, the yellow police tape peeking through the fence at August. He gulped hard, his mind confirming it was Rick who was killed.

He heard a police cruiser’s