Mike Jenson (gory)

[georgele3]

Mike Jenson was raised in St. Louis, Missouri in the slumbs of the city, where fight to survive is taken to the extreme. Mike started his life quite normal, with his drug addicted mother and his abusive drunken father, with no love in his life, Mike was in search of something that brought pleasure to his life. At first it started out at school getting into fight after fight, getting more violent time after time, soon he was expelled for breaking a kids arm in a school fight, after this Little mike locked himself away in his room blocking his door from the horrors that he met out side. For 4weeks he sat in his bed rocking back and forth listening to the sound of glasses being broken and the crackling screams of his mother as his father rampaged through the house leaving not even his wife in one peice, night after night the banging of his father would echo in his roof as he hid under the cover hoping he would not be the next victim of his fathers abuse.

 

After Mike had been let back into school things was different, the urge for a fight didnt flow though his tourmented body, but something grew stronger more powerful than that urge. After a tireing long day at school, the walk home was apon him knowing he would not be welcomed back to a loving home, he dreamt about the day he could avenge them of the shitty child hood he had to endure. On the way back he spotted a rackoon in a near by ally way, with the curiouse mind he followed the unsuspecting raccoon to its soon fait, as Mike got closer the urge from the school shot through his veins like venom. THE NEED TO KILL WAS UPON HIM. he pounced at the unsuspecting raccoon grabbing it by the neck as it wriggled attempting to clear the clutches of this future killer but it was no match, as he layed the poor creature onto the drug filled allyway, in a instant it was put out its missery, and the brutally dragged down the street back to the broken house they called home, he carefully sneaked past his parents passed out from taking too many drugs and up to his damp, cold, bug infestated roof, where he layed the animal on his chipped oak desk and with much precision sliced the anim in two down the belly with his knife he kept on his belt, rummaging through its belly like a pick and mix wripping out its guts and tossing them across his room with no care, just as happy as he can be. Soon after he finished Mike sewed the belly up and threw the rotting carcass under his mattress feeling that sense of closure knowing he owned that animals life.

Fast forward to the present -
Mike now verging on 26, in and out of prison on the daily after moving to los santos has not had the urge since that night with that raccoon until now but the stronger feeling comes with wanting a bigger pize, a human, with this comes great fear, as a raccoon has no fighting power but a human has. One night after scouting out in a pub for a victim, he spotted a 19-20 year old woman with brown eyes and pretty blond curly hair exiting the pub. Mike knowing he could take on a woman suggested he gave her a lift home, with much reluctancy he managed to get he into his vehicle, driving down the dark covered streets of los santos he got he to a ally way, with her being fully blacked out, he dragged her out of the car to a abandoned unit on the same block, tighing her up and waiting there paitently to wake up from her deep sleep. As the woman woke up early the next morning Mike Jenson was stil waiting with now a array of tools, consiting of carving knifes to plyers, as she screamed in fear of the inevitable Mike grew less and less patient, begining to tourture the young girl as she begged him to stop, he wouldnt he was enjoying it too much, a long two hours of screaming the unit went silent and it was done.

But Mike Jenson was not done.