The Story That Has To Be Told Part 4 written by Terry "Bronsinski" Bronan

Hello Terry Bronan here! I just wanted to say sorry for the delay of this fourth part of "The Story That Has To Be Told". I have glad news however, from now on I will try and get one part out everyday for your enjoyment. 

If you have not read part 1, 2 or 3 you can check them out on the following links:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I hope you like part 4 and feel free to leave comments and tell me what you think.

 

 The Story That Has To Be Told Part 4

“I have to make sure you are both up to this boys, so I will give you both a small simple test.” Hacklams words were among the first we both heard that morning. Our eyes were red after a tireless night. I had gone out of bed that morning with both excitement, as well as worry in my body. On the way to Mr.Hacklams place, me and Sammy had tried to figure out what he wanted with us to no avail. “We are ready for anything sir!” I spoke with more confidence in my voice than last night. My brain had digested the impressions of seeing Jack's fucked up body, and this was the first time I was truly excited over the whole situation since I stabbed him. Sammy on the other hand, mostly went because of me like he had always done. He probably had much more morals in his body, but I still managed to talk him into the whole situation.

“Oh really, Tom my boy. Ready for anything?” Hacklam walked over to me, while staring into my eyes. His gaze felt somewhat evil, and when he put his hand on my shoulder I started to tremble.

“I cannot wait to see you coming back triumphant from your task then, I must admit however, I am a bit sceptical about your chances of succeeding boys.” After finishing his sentence he let go of my shoulder, turned his back against us while starting to flip through the pages of an old book. “Sir, tell us what to do so we can get on with it” Sammy had grown impatient, simply wanting to get to the point.

“Kill your parents.”, his words struck us like a bolt of lightning. “W...What did you say!?”, our voices echoed between the store walls. Hacklam turned around, clapping his hands together while continuing: “Go home, kill your parents, and make sure the job is done well enough so no one will suspect you.” Me and Sammy looked at each other. This was a preposterous thing to ask out of two boys, that had not even finished their sophomore years. “If you are resourceful enough to pull it off, then I will take you under my wing, refine your methods, and make you the greatest assassins in the world. Of course, if you fail I will have to kill you boys.” He said all this with a wide, creepy smile on his face. “H..how?”, was all that Sammy could muster to ask at this point, and no one could blame him. How could two boys in our age get away with something like this? “Just do it as well as you can. Oh and you cannot cooperate, you shall both kill your own parents by yourselves.”

With those words Mr.Hacklam shoved us out of his store, sending us on our way. My twisted young brain had already started to hatch a plausible plan of action. “Your in luck Sammy, you only got your mom left.” My face would have made anyone sick to their stomach if they could have seen it at that moment. “We are dead if we cannot do this, right?”, you could already see the regret in his expression. Sammy felt forced, while I felt enlightened, that was the big difference between him, and me. “Yeah we are, let's do our best.”With those words I left Sammy there on the paved road. On the way home I planned more thoroughly than anyone would think possible for someone so young.

When the night had fallen, I pretended to go to bed at the same time as mom. My dad sat in the living room watching tv late as usual. After awhile I silently rolled out of bed, sneaking out of my room. I got some plastic gloves from the bathroom, and magically managed to keep quiet going down the squeaky wooded staircase. Everything went well so far, and my excitement rose even higher, so high that I suddenly tripped, falling head first towards the floor. While managing to stop my fall, I heard dad walking towards the kitchen with loud steps. What to do now? If he caught me with the knife I would be busted! This was all that went through my head at that time. I quickly hid inside the half-empty cabinet we had in the kitchen. We rarely stored anything in the cabinet, so it was a perfect fit for little me. I heard dad's steps going back, and forth in the kitchen, and suddenly he put his hand on the cabinet-handle. Before even I myself knew it, I pushed the cabinet open pushing father back, while slashing towards his throat with the knife. It was an instant hit, and he fell on his knees with blood flowing out of his wound like a river. He could not utter a word at this point, as the knife had cut his whole throat open. Leaving him there to bleed out, I quickly went up to my parents bedroom. Before my mother could even react, I sat on top of her stabbing her repeatedly with the sharp kitchen knife. I fell of her in exhaustion after the deed was done, sheets colored red, and all. “I did it!”, was all I could think at that point. This would be the key to me becoming an Assassin, starting a new life. With no regrets, I went to bed, sleeping through the rest of the night. 

To Be Continued...

The Story That Has To Be Told Part 3 written by Terry "Bronsinski" Bronan

“I cannot believe this, you boys actually showed up!” Mr.Hacklam stood in front of his shop, waiting for us upon arrival. Lucky for us, our parents did not care if we were out late or not, which made this meeting easy to accomplish. “Alright Mr.Hacklam, what is this big secret you wanted to meet up for?” My question was blurted out with curiosity, as well as nervosity, but I tried my best to hide it and act tough. Sammy on the other hand jumped high of fear, when Mr.Hacklam irritatingly replied: “Not even a hello boys?!, I am hurt.” “Sorry sir, but we just want to know what you need us for and be on our way”. His face suddenly turned surprisingly gentle. “Very well, follow me.” Hacklam often changed his expression in both body, face, and voice. This made it very difficult to read his current state of mind. With some doubt in our bodies we followed him into the shop, through a door behind the counter. Nobody said a word while we descended the wooded stairs down into the basement. We thought that this was the place where he was going to reveal his secret, but Hacklam went to a stone wall, and pushed open a secret passage. “Come now boys we are going to the end of this corridor.” Hacklam flipped a switch to lighten up the dark corridor.

“Sammy, you hear that?” “Yeah, I can hear it as well.” We had walked for at least 2 minutes when I started to hear the noise. At first it was very vague, but then we soon realized that it was someone screaming. This is where fear took a hold on us, but we still trudged behind Hacklam, who did not even care about the terrifying scream. It got louder as we got further into corridor, and after walking for at least 5 minutes, a wooden door stood in front of us. “Now boys, I want you to look at and take in everything you see in here”. He opened the door slowly, and we all went inside. The sight that met our young eyes was horrific. There was a dismembered body on the middle of the stone floor, blood everywhere, and two men with saws in their hands. “Hello, Mr.Hacklam, we are sorry for the mess. He resisted more than anticipated”, the man to the right said while turning towards Hacklam. Sammy puked, but I somehow managed to keep my vomit inside. The first impressions of horror was soon laid to rest, and that's when I noticed who the victim in the room was. “Oh, my god! It's Jack!”, I blurted out at reflex.

We both looked at Mr.Hacklam with surprised eyes. “He had survived your assault, and was taken to the hospital. But we decided to finish the job you two had started. Clean up this mess!” Hacklam gestured while giving his explanation to us while instructing, what was obviously men obeying his every order. They fetched big black sacks, to put the body parts in while Mr Hacklam started speaking. “You know boys if you are going to hurt someone you might as well finish the job.”

Both me and Sammy looked at the men cleaning up the mess while listening to the words that exited Hacklams mouth. “I am going to go straight to the point, I want to train you boys to become perfect assassins, and valuable assets to my organization.” At this point our eyes turned to Hacklam.

“I'm in!” My excitement shone through my words as they traveled to Hacklams pleased ears. Sammy looked at me at first with surprise, but then his look turned a bit more grim as he finally understood that a yes or death were the two choices here. “I will go wherever Tom goes.” Sammy looked at the spot where the body had been before the cleaning started. “Excellent! Starting tomorrow boys, your lives will never be the same again.”

The Story That Has To Be Told Part 2 written by Terry "Bronsinski" Bronan

“Wow, I can't believe we just did that!”, I uttered while catching my breath after the grueling run. “Seems, like we already reached Mr.Hacklams store, we should be safe now.”
“Let's hide in the store just in case Sammy”, I told him with a worried look in my face. Sammy nodded and took a firm hold on my arm, dragging me into the store. As usual the store was empty, which was the whole reason that we had picked it for our escape from the scene. Mr.Hacklam sold weird stuff that not many people In town were interested in. While looking around we saw, weird books, dusty statues and a lot of vases, stacked on the many shelves stretching along the wall.
“Sammy and Tom, what are you boys doing here?” Mr.Hacklam's dark, proud voice suddenly pierced the air. “Mr.Hacklam, sir we are sorry to disturb you at this time”. Our voices trembled in fear as soon as he had entered the room. Mr.Hacklam was a tall gentleman, with broad shoulders and a huge white beard. He always wore a suit, bringing his cane with him wherever he went. “No worries boys, I mean no harm Now tell me... should you not be in school now?” The sweat started flood from hour trembling bodies. This is where we realized that this was the first person that we had to hide our crime from. “We skipped school today sir”!
“Oh, and why is that?” Sammy's words only juiced Hacklams curiosity even more, and his face revealed that he could read us like a book from the moment that he saw us. “We just struck down a bully with a knife sir!” My words came as a surprise to Sammy who tried to hide this very fact.
“Oh really! Why would two kids like you do such a deed?”
“Because Jack is a douche-bag!” Sammy looked at me like I had lost all sanity, he could not believe that I could stand there and unveil our whole deed so casually.

The truth is that I was so tired of this shitty life, that I had hoped to get turned in to the authorities right there, right then. But after the first surprise had faded from Mr.Hacklams face, a smile replaced it instead. “Oh really? Two boys that want to turn their life around?  Reminds me of myself when I was young. You boys did not get followed by anyone right?” With some hesitation to his voice Sammy answered: “No sir, it was only us and Jack in the corridor at the time.” Mr-Hacklam stroke his hand through his thick beard, and looked surprisingly content with the answer.
“If you are going to turn us in, do it now or leave us be!”
“Oh I will not turn you in boy! This is a huge opportunity that have come to my doorsteps!”
A big question-mark formed in both our faces. “If you boys want to fix your lives up, please do come to my store at 9:00 PM this evening, sneak our of your homes if you have to. If you do not show up, that is all I need as a no.”Me and Sammy looked at eachother with even bigger questionmarks on our faces. “There there boys, go home now and think about it!”

We left Hacklams shop with a lot of curiosity in our minds that day. We were two kids who wanted to change our lives so badly. Some would say that we grew up faster than other children. All we knew was that whatever offer Mr.Hacklam wanted to give us, we had to accept it. Or at least that is what I talked Sammy into believing, while walking towards our homes that day. When we split up that day, we had vowed to meet at the shop at 9:00 PM. Little did we know that it would change the course of our lives forever.

To Be Continued

The Story That Has To Be Told - Part 1 written by Terry "Bronsiski" Bronan

I want to tell you a story. I do not know if it will be considered a nice story by any means, that judgment I will up to you, the reader. My name is Tom, and I was born in the happy 80's.
I grew up in a time when synth-pop, hard-rock and disco were the big music genres and video-games became an industry to be reckoned with. Both those mediums were really important to me during my childhood years and I hold them dear even today. As a kid I had a pretty easy time, growing up in a home with nice parents, awesome friends and a whole lot of video-games. My parents owned an amazing candy shop, where they also were renting out movies and such, a treasure trove for a kid like me. It always felt good when my parents came home with movies and games, before releasing them in store. In other words, there were always some form of entertainment available in my childhood home. Now so far I bet you are thinking: “Wow this guy had it easy during his childhood.”, and I have to admit that while everything was perfect at home, the life with my friends was a completely different story. 

As you might have guessed, I was a text-book “nerd” playing video-games and watching movies all day long when at home, as well as with my friends. This was my life as a kid, and I loved it... then first grade in school entered my life. I was seven when I begun in that class and I was as terrified as any kid in that age. I were told by my parents that I was going to learn new things and make new friends. While that was true in every sense, everything came to be... not so simple. I had but one friend in that class from earlier, his name was Jack and we had been friends since we were 4 years old, and while we hung out with each other as normal outside school-time, something started to change between us inside the school-yard. Jack easily found new friends that he spent time with during school hours, the sad part was that the same gang he hung with, also bullied us, the nerds. This made things very confusing for me, cause in our free time we spent time as usual, laughing, gaming and joking around. But in school I was beaten up with a shovel, drowned in toilets and laughed at instead, by my “best friend” and his gang. 

One would think that events such as these would make me a pretty grim kid at my current age, I did however just let it happen, suppressing my feelings inside during nine of my school years. During these years I also made some friends however. Christie, Jacob and Sammy were kids that I came to be very close with. While we met in the first grade, we started to hang out for real in the second. We did everything together dining, collecting hockey cards and having sleep overs, we even got a beating together, by the “cool kids”. The funny thing is, I did not stop hanging out with Jack after school, he even played video-games with my me and my newly found friends! So where were my parents in all this? Somehow I had managed to hide the fact that Jack and friends, bullied us. It was easy since I rarely had many visible scars, and when I did... Well, let's just say that I blamed something else. So, when did I snap? During my first sophomore year. This is where it all started.

Jack and his goons had become all the more physical with their bullying over the years, and this specific day, they really took it to far. They pummeled us up real good, it was like they had pent up frustrations inside that were taken our on us. They had no respect for the fact that Christie was a girl, and went at her as hard as any of us. They started my pummeling us in the gut. Once we fell to the floor we tried to shield us from their kicks, but it was when the spitting began that something happened in my brain. I suddenly realized that my so called “best friend” is standing here beating the crap out of me. After the beating they just turned around and started to walk away, leaving us with the words “Grow some balls dweebs”. Those words etched themselves into my brain, it was like I finally understood that I, myself is a human being with integrity. All those years of being walked had finally caught up with me.

I did not go back to school for one week after that, but I did not stay at home either. Me and Sammy  secretly met up and skipped school together, discussing what had happened that day. On the Thursday, that very same week, a life-changing dialogue took place between us. This was the day I told Sammy that “I did not want this bullying to go one anymore”. This was the day we swore a pact... a pact that would shape our whole lives. We swore not to take shit anymore, and to get back at Jack for all the years of pain we had to endure, thanks to him. The first day back at school, we managed to meet Jack, alone in the corridor, without his posse. It was just me, Sammy and him. It all happened very fast. Jack tried to threaten us with his big brawn, as usual, calling us things such as: “toilet-lovers, and weak failures”. We did not even possess half the muscle or body-size that he did, which probably was the reason as to why he had selected us as victims. Before he had any time to push us around any further, the knife in my hand pierced his gut, as easily as butter. Me and Sammy stood there for a couple of seconds, pondering what we just did and when Jack fell to the floor in front of us, we started running fast. While running through the brick corridors to the nearest exit, we had no Idea that this was the start of something big.

To Be Continued...