Free Depravity by Ian Woodhead

poor Kevin.
    “If you had done your job properly, none of us would be in this mess.”
    Kevin opened his eyes and turned around, not surprised to see the chains on the opposite wall contained the little boy, currently staying with his parents in room number eight. He knew it wasn't really the real version. At this time, Kevin guessed the boy would be tucked up in bed, snoring his little head off. Alastair Westwood, yeah that was his name. Such a sweet looking kid, his parents had certainly brought up that chap to respect his elders. It did distress Kevin a little to know that those built in manners probably wouldn't last past puberty. Not with a father like that. His own dad had the same kind of eyes like Alastair's dad.
    “Don't you start throwing around those accusations,” replied his younger self. “We both know it was a group decision. If I recall, you were perfectly happy with telling Kevin's predecessor to partition the two families.”
    Alistair's likeness exhaled loudly. “It's just like you to bring everyone into it, to share the blame. Even when it really is all your fault. Of course we couldn't let them go. It was perfect. When was the last time the exact specifications fell into our laps. I'm not talking about the families, and you know it. I mean afterwards. The boy has no backbone. He's a weak willed failure. We should have killed the little shit decades ago and found another to carry the line.”
    Kevin didn't like where this was going at all. He honestly thought Alistair liked him. He should have known better to trust him. That settled it, Kevin would show the pair of them who didn't have a backbone. He took a step backwards, still listening to the pair of them bickering. Fine, let them talk their nonsense, and while they were doing that, he was going straight up to number eight. He'd kill the hard eyed man first, that would be a quick one. A savage thrust through one of those nasty eyes should do the trick, then onto the boy.
    The woman wouldn't be a problem. Fuck them and their silly temple. This was his hotel now. Once he'd finished torturing the little boy, he was going to fuck hard eyed man's wife, then eat the bitch.
    No bastard called him a weak willed failure.
    3
    The door leading back into the hotel slammed shut. He spun around and raced over and grabbed the handle, straining with all his might to get it open. The harsh sound of laughter echoed around him. It wasn't just his younger self-mocking him now, they were both at it now. Kevin hated everyone.
    It so wasn't fair.
    “Did you feel all of that vitriol? This is exactly what I mean, he still acts like a spoilt little boy. How he hasn't been caught already defies all logic. Why can't you admit it? This one is unstable, and he's going to get worse. We both know it. It's inevitable.”
    Kevin turned around and leaned against the door, wishing this pair of nasty little fuckers really were in those chains.
    “Why do you never have faith in anything I do?” replied his younger self. “Has the meat and the souls dried up? No, of course they fucking haven't. In fact, Young Kevin already surpassed his predecessor. For number of kills.”
    “You just don't get it!” screamed the other boy. “Stop thinking of the now, for once in your existence. What about the future, ever give that a thought? By now, this worm should already have his successor in training. Can you see any signs of that? No, of course you can't. This idiot still has his faux wife locked up, because he scared of the weird bitch. Admit it, you've fucked up, and if I don't sort this out, we're all going to perish.”
    The door still wouldn't open. Kevin began to get very scared, mainly due to how little Alistair was looking at him. He'd seen that expression before. It's how dad used to look right before the bastard beat him.
    “You can't do this. If you interfere now, you'll ruin everything. Can't you see that?”
    Alistair whipped his head around. “It's way too late, it's been