A Necrosis Blackout - A Potential Prequel?

Erotic Horror - Not your Momma's Horror Novel...

Trigger Warnings: Murder, Death, Mayhem

This is not my typical writings. I am doing a little different just because I’d like to sharpen my skills in other areas. Hopefully this is a story that can find some followers on it.

Have you read part 1? What about part 2? What about part 3? What about Part 4? And What About Part 5? Don’t tell me you missed Part 6?

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I had this idea as a potential prequel to this story. I’d really love some honest feedback if you all think it would work as a tie in to what I already wrote. I really enjoyed writing Asa and this thought came to me this morning.

If it doesn’t work that’s okay, I just would prefer to have some outside opinions.

Thank you!

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The knife’s weight on my palm grew heavier with each moment that passed. It wasn’t my fault, I was ordered to do this. But now, I had to live with the consequences.

When I went to my father’s grave to ask for his help, I never expected to receive an answer. The ghost of the man who haunted so many lives in my small town spoke to me. Almost as if my mind had known all along we were related.

My eyes closed, my fingers gripped the shaft of the knife and I thought about the moment I found out I was adopted.

Tears poured down my cheeks as my father told me he wasn’t really my flesh and blood. He said that it wasn’t his job to fix my mistakes. Even though my mistake started with him. He wanted me to be perfect and that would never happen.

“Asa, listen to me” he said to me. “Your blood line is contaminated, you have to understand why I made the choice I did.”

I understood alright, he took me to the reservation and had them castrate me. Now I will never have that chance to be a mother.

When he told me who my parents were, I looked them up. My mother died in child-birth but my father, he had only died this past year. He was put to death by the State, left in an unmarked grave. Alone and with no one to say goodbye.

The sensation my body had kneeling on the grass was something I couldn’t describe if I had to. It was like an out of body experience that transformed me into a different person. I had all my memories and knowledge, but I had someone else’s too.

It had to be my father. My real father.

When my tears fell on the grass above where my kin lay dead and gone, it gave his spirit life.

I knew exactly what I needed to do.

And that’s how I got here, in this situation. The situation where the man who raised me would be my first kill.

I thought to myself, What’s the best weapon and instinctively I knew, a knife.

He came home from his job like he did every night expecting me to have dinner ready for him. This had been the start of our issues, me wanting to leave and go to college after graduation. I told him I wanted to meet a guy and have a family. Everything spiraled at the thought of me having a family.

Tonight, dinner would be different.

“What’s for dinner, Asa?”

Not a hello, how was your day, nothing. Just, what’s for dinner. My father had a strange way of showing his love, that’s for sure.

He took the beer I had placed on the table and drank from it. The tranquilizer would take effect soon.

That’s when the real fun would start, for me and daddy dearest.

Watching him hit the ground, the thud shaking the house, my heart beat rapidly increased.

The time was now, and my calling in life had just begun.