The Protector You Didn't Know You Had...[]
Dear Mark Patton…
I apologize for being too formal, the same goes for this letter not being in the proper format it's supposed to be. But I don't care. I honestly don't think that's important enough to be a concern.
You needed to know this. You are the most important man I have ever met. You and I have been so close since Middle school. We did so many things together… After a whole year of debating with myself. I decided that you deserved to know. You deserve to know everything, Mark. I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't.
I am going to make this clear for you, so you can understand. I have feelings for you. Before you ask, yes. We're both men, but it doesn't matter. Wouldn't change my mind otherwise.
I know that this could be… heavily risky. I know due to you being a prison guard and rather sensitive. Hearing what you're going to hear could probably make you upset. Betrayed, or even terrified after reading this.
But despite this. I genuinely hope you can feel the same about me. I know I've done horrible things. But I did all of those things for you, Mark. I did all of that so you could be happy and safe from this cruel world.
Ever since we met. I knew I saw something in you. I knew that you were a handsome, strong, and capable man. And I had to cherish every bit of it.
I stayed there… every day, just admiring everything about you. You were always lonely yet you were still loved by a solid group of people. You were nice to anyone you met. It made my heart grow faster and faster.
I spent so many years just… thinking about you. Dreaming of you being in my arms and calling you mine. Your face being filled with joy, all safe and sound. I wished I had time to do that… Before my unfortunate incarnation.
And the fact that people… even dared to ruin your life pissed me off to no end. You can go and deny it all you want, Mark. But I know you. Stalking you for these many years wasn't the best decision morally. But it gave me enough information to know how you work and feel.
I… don't know where I am supposed to start right afterward. While writing this right now, my brains are scattered. But I might as well start with the people who hurt you. And how I dealt with them.
I remembered the first time I saw you cry like it was yesterday… It was our freshman year of high school. You told your parents that you were bisexual. They got pissed off and yelled at you.
They treated you like nothing. Just like dirt. I thought they wouldn't react so badly to that. But they were no different from the rest of those disgusting mouth breathers. I should have killed them earlier. But I didn't for obvious reasons.
Your parents were the definition of extremely conservative. Always hating on the Democratic party, always being judging. Hell, they were die-hard Catholics, to boot. To the point where they even defended their local damn pedophile priest… What was his name? Is it Father Hill or something idiotic or not?
You ran to me for comfort. You wanted, no NEEDED someone to care. So I held you like a baby. I didn't even mind when you accidentally fell asleep on me. I didn't mind that and neither did my folks. That day was too important to me… WAY. Too important to me. I always thought it was, and that's when I vowed to myself that I would protect you.
You were so fragile at that time and still are despite all these years. My heart nearly broke when you came into my arms and said “I think I'm going to Hell,” I couldn't let you get hurt that much. I just can't.
Unfortunately, for such a goal to happen. I had to get prepared. After we graduated high school, I went through an extensive path to achieve such a goal. I joined the military and got enough experience with weapons until I got discharged because I was mentally unfit according to them.
Besides that, I trained myself in plenty of other skills. I'm not going to list all the skills down. Just know that I spent all that time learning these skills to defend you.
The first murders I committed were your parents. After you told me that they disowned you after college. I immediately grew fed up with their bullshit.
I parked at their house around ten PM. I learned their schedule and how they worked. As well as important things, where they put their weapons, where they slept etc.
I waited an extra two hours before I did anything. After that, I slowly walked over to the house. A Colt Model 635 on my back as I slowly unlocked the door. I went in and walked up to their room.
I saw that your father was nowhere near his room. But that only left your disgusting whore of a mother. Just sleeping there. I just aimed the SMG at her and pulled the trigger. She died soon after.
I had something else prepared for your father. I know you always lied about the scars you got on. I knew where they truly came from. I've deeply enjoyed this for a long time.
It didn't help that he was a die-hard hypocrite. He always drank that shitty Bud Light. He always punished you for little to no reason. And not only that, he beat his wife. He made my blood boil every time.
Didn't take me long to encounter him. He looked extremely pissed. His face was extremely pissed as he held a beer bottle. He tried to attack me once he noticed what I did to your mother.
But I didn't have experience with the Army just to lose a fight with an old ass man. I ran towards him and tackled him to the ground. I then pulled out my Bowie knife and stabbed him in several parts of his body.
I then grabbed his bottle, smashed it to bits, and shoved it into his screaming mouth. He cried and tried to resist. But I just broke his leg and grabbed the water from his nightstand to force the glass shards into his insides.
I left without another word. Since then, I started checking on you. Either via mentioned stalking or just visiting you personally. I was the one who comforted you after you found out your parents died. I felt… a mix of guilt and gratefulness that your beautiful body was in my grasp again. I comforted you as always.
After that… I decided to still do the usual. Every time, I see anyone who wished genuine harm on you. I took the bastards off. Sometimes I see a robber or someone trying to break into your house. I only shot them down with a bolt-action rifle.
When I found out your former boss at that office job you had acted like a dick to you one time. I broke into his house late at night and forced him to pay you what you truly deserved.
And when the fat bastard fired you. Let's just say he's no longer going to boss anyone else around ever again.
I don't know how many people I killed. I could have murdered a solid fifty for all I cared. I killed so many people, just to prevent you from any sort of harm whatsoever. These decades were spent protecting you from a distance. Eventually getting to know you more yourself.
And then this leads me to talk about one of my last kills. Your ex-wife, Joanna. I always fucking hated her. Obvious reasons aside, she seemed like an entitled bitch. She was so damn annoying.
She always sounded entitled. Always bragging about the tenth dress she wore or the fact she had “The cute cop all to herself.” I could barely stand her. She always stole your money and yelled at you if you did something you didn't like.
She always thought she could take advantage of you. I was in a gigantic depression during that period. The thought that you were loving someone who didn't care for you like me… Made my stomach twist with anger.
I was closer to you than her, Mark. Admit it. I wouldn't blame you for making that decision though. I think you're too perfect for mistakes like that. And you objectively have a big heart. But Joanna was never a nice person.
Hell, you even had a kid with the fucking slut. And she still cheated on you… And to make it more tragic. You found out before me.
I could have heard the trembling words of you telling me the news to this day. I thought that was the saddest failure I have ever experienced. Her wanting to take your kids didn't help matters at all.
I had something special for Joanna. A day before her birthday. I found her boyfriend, who she cheated on you with, heading to work. I just thought quickly. I managed to puncture his tires with my rifle. His shitty Chevy crashed into a ditch.
I then just grabbed a machete I had in my car and ran after him. He managed to get out of the car. All bloodied and broken. He barely stood as I quickly ran and chopped him up to bits. I cut him into bits. My face was stained with blood as I looked at his dead cut corpse.
I grabbed his remains and walked into my car. Driving out afterwards. I knew what I was doing but was not careful. I'll admit that. And I would like to apologize to you again for being so reckless.
I went to her house and left the remains in her house. I wanted to torture her to death first but… I knew you wouldn't approve of that. So I just decided to go with a better route.
I left it at the front door, she opened it and gasped. I saw her use the waterworks pretty hard. Her tears were all over her face and the floor. Which gave me the perfect time to use my machete.
I raised the Cold steel Two-handed katana machete over my head. And then I split her head in half. She stopped and fell to her side. Blood and brain matter came out of her sliced skull on the bloody pavement. I left soon after without another word.
Luckily you got custody of your son after that. And to make things better. You've been amazing as a single Dad! Sure, him missing his mother was tough but… He’ll move on. Trust me, he will.
But this leads me to the point I'm trying to make. You see Mark, the reason why I got caught by the police was simply because I killed all those people who hurt you or were going to. I will admit that I was going to get caught eventually. But not like this.
I quickly admitted to being guilty of all my crimes. I didn't want to torture your poor sweet soul with a trial of your best friend being wanted for murder. I didn't bother with keeping my innocence. I knew I had none after I shot your mother.
But when I heard that I was going to be in the prison you were working for. I felt a sense of joy and purpose… I didn't care if I went to the hole or pissed off some gang member. I continued doing what I did. Only with a little change in tactics.
I worked for many gangs and prisoners to get information about inmates who messed with you. In return, I did their dirty work. Gave their members drugs and money, killed some people, and made sure the chomos were paying them. I could go on and on.
Eventually, I found the convicts messing with you. And I killed every one of them. I didn't have any guns or actual knives but… I could manage.
After that and being sent in the hole more times to count. I grew a reputation of being feared by the convicts. People didn't fuck with me or you. You were protected, at least in the prison. I managed to continue my goal of keeping you safe.
But, not everything seems to be perfect. While you were out of the prison last night. We had a riot. One… really awful one. Correctional officers got shanked, and various prisoners caused chaos all around. It was a gigantic mess.
I managed to connect the dots though. I got up from my cell and managed to get out. One of the convicts managed to let me go because he owed me a favor. I took this time to get out with some necessary equipment.
Now you may be wondering… where am I now? Well, I'm in your house. You see, I lock picked your front door and wrote this letter while you weren't home. Don't worry, I didn't bother anything and I didn't bother your son. In fact, he was asleep before I went in and still probably is.
I'm probably going to hear you right now, widening your eyes and freaking out. But please don't, I'm in your closet as you read this. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to be with you. So I could be yours and ONLY yours.
I know you're probably trying to grab your phone to call the cops. That won't work either. I cut the phone lines before coming into your home. I know what you're going to do before you know yourself.
Now, I know you're probably going to fight me. Which I understand in some way. But please sweetheart, don't. I know you have a Browning Hi-Power in your desk drawer. But I have an MP5 in my hands right now and a couple of knives. Plus the fact that I am more trained for combat than you.
I don't think that would be a good idea for any of us.
It would hurt me to hurt you in any way Mark. You're my everything. You're the reason why I even did this. I spent the rest of my life… Wanting to protect you. You have no idea how much I adore and appreciate you being in my life. I did all of this for you, Mark.
Once you're done reading this. I'm going to leave your closet and go to you. And once I do, you're going to be in my care for the rest of our lives. I'll take you as mine and treat your son as my own child. I've been hiding this for far too long. I feel like you must know this.
Just don't cry. Please don't cry, Mark… I know that this could be a hard change in your life. But trust me, I'm doing this for you. I did all of this for you. We're going to be together forever. You'll be safe, happy, and loved.
I needed to complete this. I'm the protector you never thought you had. And I need to be there for you. Like always.
Sincerely, Levi Churchill.
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