Skull Kid-Realization

This is third part of the series:

first part: http://cosineshelly.blogspot.com/2011/04/skull-kid-beginning.html

second part: http://cosineshelly.blogspot.com/2011/04/skull-kid-316-part-ii.html

Skully became a hero in town

Taking many bad guys down

He was equipped with a gun

And a car, so he didn’t have to run

He was a law enforcer of high order

It is only 2 weeks after the punk’s murder

Two weeks since he saved that kid

And brought him out of the lid

Skull-Kid was watching over the lock up

Sipping coffee in his cup

A week ago, a murder series came in

They had been trying to trace the kingpin

But couldn’t nail him so easily

The murders committed so perfectly

Skully’s higher official walked in

And said “Skull-Kid! Where have you been?

I came to tell you that we have a clue

As to the murderer being, who”

Skully started acting weird

And started stroking his beard

A beard? He didn’t have one!

“Skully, what are you doing son?”

“Oh! Um, I’m thinking about the case!

If only we could see the killer’s face!”

“Well, we all want to do so”

Said the officer, in a voice quite low

“No one knows who is the man

To catch him, we need a plan

All we know is that there were no

Fresh murders to show

The killer looks to be inactive

This is when we need to take him captive”

Soon, a messenger came in with information

“We don’t know the killer’s intention

But found out his whereabouts”

After looking at it Skully had no doubts

That it was his own abandoned house

His senses started to rouse

He quickly gave the paper back

If they suspected him, things would be black

He was at police headquarters

He had no where to run from officers

So he quickly told the head officer

“I know about the man’s whereabouts, Sir

I could lead you to the place

And we shall see him face to face,

If you we could go there immediately

We could end this man and his brutality”

The head said “Very well then!

We shall go at once men!”

Skully said “Wait! You mean to say,

That all of us are going that way?

It would be foolish in my mind

To think that the killer is blind!

We must go few in number,

Some 4 of us and…1 more member

So that the killer wouldn’t notice

The incoming number of police

Else he will notice and run away

That’s not what we want, may I say?”

The officer thought and said

“We want that man alive or dead

Hence lets take caution and go

We shall keep our number low”

So 5 of them hurried to the suspected house

They stepped in slowly, and saw a mouse

Which scurried it’s own way

“Now we split up and go different a way”

5 of them split up, and soon the head heard

A first gunshot, a second, then a third

Perplexed, he called for the rest of them

But none of them responded to him

Sweating in the dim light

He was ready for a fight

After walking through corridors,

He reached two doors

He opened them, just to see

The bodies of the police, but only three

They had all been shot and hid here

But Skully’s body was no where near

He heard Skully’s voice and the shot of a gun

“Sir he’s up here and has a gun!

The head ran up a floor, to see Skully standing

He panted out “Where is he? Where is he?”

Skully said “In front of you if you can see”

Stunned, the head yelled “You?”

“Then in addition to the murders, you shot my men too!”

Skully laughed “The murder victims in the report

Were my victims before I joined you guys as a last resort

I could have been a good crime fighter

But you were going to find out about me sooner or later

I knew you wouldn’t give me a chance

So I took this as my stance

So I needed to escape, and run away

I brought you here, and a nice game we did play

Now, in the showdown, You lose, I win

Hence, I will commit my next sin”

Saying so, Skully shot the head’s head

And watched him fall back, dead

“I am not Skully, the law enforcer

I am Skull-Kid the mad murderer!”

: -C.S.Sailendra

(This story shows not only that depriving a child of the care he needs, leads to ill consequences, but also that we are molded at a young age, and after that, it is very hard to change ourselves…….once a something, always that same something…….)

Skull Kid - The Beginning

This is part one of a series that I wrote. It is a story of an anti-hero of sorts.....I guess.....which I wrote in the form of a poem.....Lets call it an attempt to write a ballad.

Skull Kid - The Beginning

Skully was an ordinary boy

He was impossible to annoy

A very patient and sweet kid

Not a single bad thing he did

His parents passed away

And he had a step mom, who hated him, in every way

But did not have many people

To talk to, which created a ripple

In his innocent little mind

He tried being kind

But this didn’t help in any way

That was it, there was no ray

No ray of light

Until one day, he got into a fight

Skully was feeling frustrated

And just then, he was irritated

By a teacher who targeted him

His mood became dim

He took too much of this

He got up and slapped that miss

For a second, he went wild

Then he became mild

He ran out of the room

And bumped into a bully

The bully said “What up Skully?”

He lifted Skully and took him into the lab

And Skully made a grab

For a nearby bottle of acid

He was no where near placid

But the bully grabbed it first

He said “Dying of thirst?”

And made it an acid rain

Poor Skully writhed with pain

His face did burn violently

And the bully beat him vehemently

Skully was bleeding bad

It was the worst beat down he ever had

Soon, the bully left, and Skully was crying

He washed his face, and on the floor he was lying

His face searing with pain

His cries went in vain

Soon, he got up, and got out

With pain, he did shout

Even though he looked like a hideous creature

He was charged with hitting a teacher

And was sent home immediately

He staggered home, burnt severely

No one even gave him medical assistance

Still, he showed great resilience

He went to his room

And sat in gloom

He tended to his face

His heart beating at a rapid pace

His clothes torn, his body bleeding

He was in a terrible condition, no where near dreaming

His step mom came home, and helped him to the clinic

She was not at all sympathetic

She left him in the waiting room, and never came back

Not that the boy had courage that did lack

He knew that his step mom liked this

She must have thought this opportunity to be at bliss

His parents dead, and now the house gone

Everything he had from him, torn

That second, he was disowned by the stepmother

The nurse offered help like a mother

She washed his face, but could not do more

He stepped out of the clinic door

And was now an orphan

Straight home, he ran

But step mom just gave him his bags

And some food, water and dirty old rags

After searching, he found an abandoned old house

He took shelter, and soon, his senses did arouse

It happened all too soon

He wanted to swoon

He hated everything!

He no longer had anything

He hated everyone

He decide, something had to be done

He went through his baggage

He did rummage

His face hurt no longer

His body felt stronger

Despite the aid, he needed to cover his face

He thought of different ways

Finally, he found a mask

For which on his third birthday, he did ask

It had a painting of a skull on it

He put it on, and it fit

He went out of his den, and tried stalking a man

When the man noticed, he ran

Skully followed him, and chased him into an alley

The two of them were alone in the gully

Skully pulled out a knife

The man said “Don’t kill me, I have a wife!”

Skully said, “The world will pay for what it gave me

They never let me be

I was nice, but people never cared for me

And now, I don’t care either, I feel free!”

Thus, Skully stabbed the man dead

And stood in a pool of red

From that day, a new killer was born

The teenager Skully was gone

And a psycho killer came out, who never cared what he did

Now he is known as the infamous “Skull-Kid”

.....to be continued......

: -C.S.Sailendra