It’s a dark, cold November as everyone joins in the house to celebrate little Derek’s 15th birthday and everyone is beyond excited. For this is not simply any other birthday, this is the day Derek was never meant to see. Because he lived to breathe the air of this day, everyone else must rue it.

Derek’s parents a woefully ignorant to the hate building in their son, but then again, he can mask goodness as much as other predatory creatures.

“This is where my life begins.” Derek thought to himself whilst everyone gathered around the table, asking how thankful he is to still be here.

“Oh, I am **so **delighted for everyone to join in with with me for this cherished event so very long time the making.”

“But first!” He announced. “I Must take pictures of everyone as to…. Remember this day.” The way Derek spoke out put everyone in an uncomfortable place inside themselves. Hoping for the best… our guts know the worst.

All attendees, as they slowly follow Derek’s guidance to file in line to the basement. Unsure how they agree to this, some begin to panic.

“What the **hell **is your kid gonna do to us, Phil? I didn’t come here to be a… a sacrifice of some sort.” One man yelled.

“Mommy, what is he gonna do?” A young girl cried into her mothers calm yet distraught shoulder.

One by one, Derek brings them up from a list he made years before. The “who goes where” list if you will. It’s a long 3 pages document of names ranging from the toddler of his cousin to the easiest political target he can obtain. Why? Well everyone knew this day would come, just not when. Derek’s mother attempted to remove him from this world when he was 4 months old. Whether the fear and depression began eating her mental health into derangement or the fear of Derek as he stand now drove her to the threshold of parenthood. All we know is, she is locked up and all 15 of the people standing in that basement will now face the torment of the son of the women with too much heart to kill him.

“It’s not all bad.” Derek told his first victim.

“You will be the ONLY to not have to see death, but to feel it.”

With one swift move, Derek annihilates the first victim with the only sound being the tremendous power of the body collapsing to the floor.

Those locked away could hear the muffled yelling then the thud echoing loud within their eardrums. Terrified, no one moves and waits for the next sound to arise.

“Well fuck, How do I get blood off white cake!?”

Derek throws his cake on top of the first victim as if to form another surprise for victim two…