AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     Screaming, of course, is always   
optional.                              
     First, before I get into the real-
ly bad part, let me explain how I got  
my nick, the Criminal.                 
     You already know about my fanta-  
sies, but what you don’t know is that  
long before I found out how bad they   
were, I loved them.                    
     As a matter of fact, some of my   
earliest memories are of me sitting on 
my bed and imagining some of the weird-
est shit, that even to this day, I     
still haven’t been able to top.        
     The shit I was channeling back    
then was way better than anything else 
that was going on in my life, and that 
included television, movies or even    
comic books.                           
     They were so good, I started to   
feel guilty about not sharing them with
anyone, so when I was six, I decided to
share some with my Mom.                
     I even chuckled while explaining  
the first one.                         
     She didn’t get excited about it,  
like I thought she would. Like it’d be 
fun to watch herself being covered in  
honey, tied to a tree, and then picked 
to pieces by thousands and thousands of
fire ants.                             
     When I got to the part where they 
were forcing their way down her throat,
into her lungs, and then up into her   
brain, she had this look of fucking    
horror on her face, that I’ll never,   
ever forget.                           
     It’s how I imagine she looked,    
just before she died.                  
     After those first couple seconds, 
she relaxed, tousled my hair, and with 
a sad little smile, said, “You’re going
to turn into a little criminal, aren’t 
you?” and for some god-awful reason,   
the nickname stuck.                    
     From that day forward, that’s what
everyone called me, the “Little Crimi- 
nal”.                                  
     After a while, that was shortened 
to the “Criminal”, until now, most of  
my friends just call me “Crim”. Except,
when they’re royally pissed off at me, 
and then I’m the Criminal again.       
     Nowadays, Beth’s the only one that
can get away with calling me her Little
Criminal, and that brings us back to   
the story about my Mom.                
     Last we left her, I was getting   
ready  to tell her the rest of it, but 
she stopped me.                        
     “Let’s wait until your father gets
home first, ok?”                       
     I told her ok, because really,    
what else was I gonna say? I was only  
six-years-old, and besides, the way she
said it didn’t sound good at all. She  
never called Daddy that. I wasn’t in   
any hurry to tell anyone about nothing,
and I still haven’t. That is, until I  
met Beth, and now you, Doc.            



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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th
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