heaven bird

T-bag squinted his eyes and sat up from the bed. Not far away was a wooden door. Through the slightly open door, he could see a dining table covered with a linen tablecloth. On the dining table was a vase with a A handful of yellow sunflowers that are about to wither.

The room was very quiet, orange sunlight shone in from the window, and dust like tiny feathers could be seen floating in the air.

T-bag spread out his palms, and the sun was shining gently on it, but it couldn't make people feel a trace of warmth.

Of course it should be cold, this is his dream, another dream about the past.

Few people know that the murderer T-bag, who was cast aside by thousands of people later, was actually a very smart kid in his youth. The young Theodore could almost remember books, and Scrabble was always No. .1, but he has an incredibly bad family.

Violent useless man raped his toddler-minded sister and had a son who was the product of incest, wow, the perfect combination, T-bag thought, there is no family combination like this It's ironic.

Audrey Bagwell's voice came indistinctly from the attic. She was stumbling and reading a book of fairy tales in a low voice, her voice was extremely gentle.

T-bag's mother has never been able to read, and she couldn't even speak clearly in the early days. Everything about her was taught by T-bag.

The scene seems to jump suddenly, T-bag is standing on the attic, standing at the door of the small room where Audrey lives every day-she is never allowed to go out, the old Bagwell spurned her stupidity, but He was attached to her beauty, so he locked her in a small room in the attic. The only thing connecting the whole room to the outside world was a small window nailed to death.

Audrey seemed to have seen her, stopped reading, turned her head and smiled at the T-bag, her light golden curly hair looked very soft, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and she said, "Teddy."

When he was a teenager, Bagwell Jr. always held her hand and patiently taught her the spelling and pronunciation of every word stroke by stroke, but she never got his name right—she always called him Teddy , stubbornly, tenderly.

He seemed to be back when he was a child, lying on Audrey's lap, listening to her struggling to read out the words of the fairy tale book, stringing them into a beautiful story.

At that time, Theodore felt that she was like a princess imprisoned in a tower in a fairy tale, and one day he would overcome obstacles like a knight in the story, kill the demon, and take her out of here.

Audrey is really beautiful, T-bag has never seen a more beautiful woman than her, maybe God is really fair, it confiscated her wisdom, but gave her incomparable beauty, she was in her teens He gave birth to Theodore when he was [-] years old, (in fact, his father didn't want this son at all, and T-bag didn't know how Audrey protected him and finally gave birth to him), and after that The years seemed to have stopped on her body, without leaving any traces. She was not like a mother, but like a little girl who had never left the house.

And T-bag never called her mother. Old Bagwell forced him to call him father, so he refused to call Audrey's mother. He didn't want to put Audrey in the same position as that old man. In his eyes, Audrey was unique, the only Mary in his Bible.

This scene was so beautiful that T-bag almost forgot it was a dream.

boom--

He saw Old Bagwell holding the Bible in one hand, but putting his hand on his own son's lap with the other. In the next second, he was kneeling on the ground in disheveled clothes, trembling violently. The man in his sight The small wooden table was overturned, the vase was smashed to the ground, and the sunflower in it - the birthday present he gave Audrey was crushed into crumbs and completely withered.

Right in front of the boy's line of sight was a naked, beautiful woman with light blond hair. The boy watched in a daze as the crazy old man stuffed the shotgun into her scarred body from behind. , stabbed again and again, the blood that bloomed under her body was like a delicate flower that was about to drip.

The old man kicked the Bible in front of the boy, and smiled at him twistedly: "Go on memorizing it! Teddy, if you want your favorite mother to suffer less, memorize it quickly!"

The teenager continued to recite with trembling lips: "'God said that you cannot eat the fruit of this tree in the garden, because the day you eat it will surely die. Neither Adam nor Eve understood why God wanted to plant a tree in the garden. A tree whose fruit cannot be eaten...' (Note 1)"

"Aha, why?" The old man asked deliberately.

"God thinks... that disobedience... means death."

"Yes, Teddy is really an obedient boy." The old man laughed and threw the bloody shotgun aside, and took off his belt facing the woman.

And the woman raised her forehead covered in cold sweat, looked at the boy but bent her mouth, stretched out a hand tremblingly towards him, and said in a gentle tone like reading a fairy tale: "Teddy , don't be afraid... I... will always protect you..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Shattered the whole world.

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T-bag woke up suddenly, blinked his eyes, and found that he was still lying on the bed in the Garden of Eden, there was no attic, no sunshine, and no sunflowers.

He suddenly turned over and got off the bed, pulled Michael who was sitting at the table and pushed him against the wall, so rudely that he knocked off Michael's glasses.

The black-rimmed glasses twirled on the ground, and then lay quietly in the corner.

Michael looked at T-bag's bloodshot eyes indifferently. From the day he moved in, he found that this man seemed to have an inexplicable fear of sleep. He only slept for a short time almost every night, and he was extremely anxious when he woke up. But few seem to be in a state of nervous breakdown like they do today.

T-bag tugged at Michael's collar, and spoke very fast, as if being forced by something: "I want you to take me out, aha, don't rush to refute, not this time... T-bag understands you , I know what tricks you're playing, it's not the first day we met... Don't worry, I won't ask anything, I don't care about this at all, I just need you to take me out."

T-bag repeated it again, as if speaking to him or to himself: "I want to get out of here."

At that moment, T-bag seemed to become extremely real, throwing away his exaggerated performance desire and habitual sarcasm, and became fierce and real, like a sad beast driven to a desperate situation.

Michael looked at him, and it didn't take long for him to think of the reason. He said softly, "...Audrey."

T-bag who heard those three words was silent for a second without answering, but when he spoke again, his mood became even crazier. During this period of time, he always liked to pretend to be harmless in front of Michael in order to win Sympathy, but now I don't have this mood at all: "Now that I have evidence, I can help you kill Abel tomorrow, who else do you want to kill? T-bag can help you solve it, so hurry up and take me go out--"

Michael hates T-bag's idea that killing can solve all problems, but Michael also knows that the first half of T-bag lived under his father's abuse, and the second half of his life was in prison and escaped. The living environment has long allowed the extreme idea of ​​"those who don't kill will eventually be killed" to be deeply rooted in every blood vessel of his, and it has become as natural as breathing. He can't agree with it, and he can't find a reason to refute it.

He snapped open T-bag's hand coldly, "I have my own solution, if you want to leave here early, you might as well pray to God for my plan to go smoothly."

"Aha." T-bag sneered sarcastically, as if he had heard some terrible joke, and seemed to be touched by certain words: "Pray to God? Up to now, it has been showing me that the line is busy, and even Miss Angel shook her head and said that she couldn't get through."

T-bag's expression became more and more cold and distorted, as if he was trapped in the vortex of those black memories, and was gradually dragged away from reality: "...God can judge everything and save everything, why didn't he come to save me and Audrey back then , I listened to the pastor's words and prayed to God over and over again, but damn no one came to save us, even if it was only her, ha, maybe God likes to watch such perverted dramas, over and over again like this Years of being bored and being able to jerk his dick for a fuck, how awesome it is!"

T-bag's words are terrible and confusing, but Michael can understand exactly what T-bag is saying, he knows every word in the dossier of that crafty poor Theodore Bagwell, he and His mother had been sent to the emergency room by well-meaning neighbors several times in the past because of serious injuries, but no one dared to stand up and point out that his father was guilty.

Michael also suddenly became irritable, how could he react?If he put on a sympathetic face, T-bag would laugh and roll to the ground, he pushed T-bag away, picked up his glasses from the ground, and sat back at the table with his back to the man.

T-bag didn't pull Michael back, but just grabbed his hair and walked around the room in circles. After a while, he calmed down as if he was discouraged, and sat back on the bed in silence, grinning stiffly, wow Oh, he really did a good comedy for his beauty, may I have a salute and a little red flower as a reward?

"...Tomorrow is indeed one of my plans." Michael suddenly frowned and said in a blunt tone. He seemed very unaccustomed to telling the truth to T-bag. In fact, he was not used to telling the truth to anyone. Losing Sarah After pulling, he has been living in endless lies, even his name is false, like shutting himself in a glass cover, standing in a world different from everyone else.

Michael twirled the pen twice, but put it down again. After a moment of silence, he said in an emotionless tone, "If you don't want to, you don't have to participate."

T-bag froze for a moment. The cold defense line built by his beauties has always been invincible. On this inexplicably bad night, he seemed to finally be able to glimpse a corner of that world. It was surrounded by countless ice thorns, but the center was still incomparable. The softness made him more and more incorrigibly fascinated.

Note 1: From "Bible Stories"