Chapter Fourteen - The Real Norman Bates

Norman stepped off the bus, his body sore from his fight the day before. He had thought all day on how to get his sister back, but hadn't came up with a plan that mother would be proud of. As he neared the front door he smelt something, something that smelt wonderful. Looking around he saw a pile of ashes still smoldering on the ground. 'What had mother done now?' he wondered. Just then he heard his mother's voice just like he had the night before.

'It's a great idea son, you just have to do it,' he heard her say.
"Yes mother, you're right. I will take care of it tonight." he told the voice as he walked into the house.

The evening went on as if nothing happened the night before. Clarice stayed in her room doing homework and working on her chemistry table. Bellatrix finished her homework and played with Annie, and Norman sat and watched television... waiting. He knew for his plan to work everyone would have to be in bed first and so he waited, patiently.

"Time for bed kids!" Charles said as he picked up Annie to carry her to her crib.

Bellatrix and Norman got up without an argument and headed to their separate rooms. Bellatrix and Clarice shared the basement and Norman's room was the only room on the second floor. Norma's room and Annie's crib was on the third floor. Norman waited till he could hear his mother and Charles sleeping, then he crept to the attic. He needed to get something first as mother had told him not to get caught.

Finding what he was looking for, Norman quickly changed and headed back down the stairs. 'You look beautiful Norman,' he heard his mother say.

"I'm not Norman! I am Clarice!" he screamed quietly.

"You love me mother, I know you do. I also know you love Clarice. If I get rid of her and become both you will love me twice as much." Norman said.
'Yes Norman, you are right. I will love you more. You can be Clarice and Norman, I will love you so much more.'

Norman grabbed what he needed from the kitchen and headed to his sisters room. He saw Bellatrix first as she was on the bottom bunk. 'Be quiet Clarice, you don't want to wake her,' mother stated and Clarice agreed. 'Yes mother, I promise not to wake her.'

Norman climbed up to Clarice's bed and shook her legs. At first she didn't wake up, but he shook again and said her name.

"What do you want you little creep," Clarice muttered sleepily.
"Annie won't quit crying and mother won't wake up," Norman whispered.
"Can't you take care of it?" she said and rolled over.
"No, I tried, she won't stop." 

Clarice signed and sat up. "Why are you wearing my old dress you freak?" she asked as she started to climb down the ladder.
"Because Mother told me too." Norman replied sounding a lot like a girl.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I swear mother dropped you on your head too many times." she stepped off the ladder and looked and Norman with disgust.
"Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me "Stop, if you loved me, you'd stop!" 
"What the fuck are you talking abou....." 

Just then Norman squirted the lighter fluid on his sister and threw the lit match he had in his hand at her. She caught fire and he laughed.

"A boy's best friend is his mother." Norman said as he walked away.

He could hear Clarice's screams as he walked up the stairs. 'Good job son, maybe she'll die like that maid.'
"We can only hope mother." 

Norman felt satisfied as he undressed and hid Clarice's dress. He crawled into bed with a smile on his face. Maybe in the morning he'd have one less sister to share his mother's love with.

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Clarice stepped out of the shower and thought about what her brother had just done. 'Some balls that one has.' she thought as she put her burnt clothing into a bad to throw away. 'He wants a war, I'll give him a war.'

The next morning Clarice walked into the kitchen to find her brother alone. She stood behind him for some time thinking of what she could do to him.

"Don't you touch me Clarice," Norman said as he spooned another bite into his mouth. "Last night was nothing compared to what mother said I could do." 

Clarice didn't say a word to Norman, instead she headed back down stairs to get dressed. She wanted out of this house and out of Normans evil stare. There was something about him that morning that made her blood curdle. Maybe she was just feeling uneasy because he had actually tried to kill her, but she didn't think so. Her sweet innocent little brother was gone, and something much more sinister had taken his place.

Chapter Thirteen - Burning Love

Norma looked at her new husband with disdain. She'd just got back from the salon and already hated him and Norma Jean was planning his untimely death. 'We need to wait, the money won't be in our joint account till Monday,' Norma told her. 'You're not fair! Why can't we just kill him now?' Norma Jean complained, she hated waiting till Norma gave her permission.

"You look beautiful as a blonde," Charles told her as he walked up to kiss his new wife.
"Thank you," Norma replied with gritted teeth.

She wasn't happy about going blonde but the gray hairs were starting to show and the stylist told her it gave her a new younger look. 'So we can kill more!' Norma Jean had rejoiced. 'Indeed,' Norma replied.

While Charles was complimenting his wife outside, neither saw the commotion going on inside the house. Norma had notice Clarice was a bit tiffed since the wedding. She didn't think anything of it when she left to the salon a few hours later though and Clarice was in her room.

"You think you are her favorite?" Clarice yelled at Norman. "She does everything for you, everything! She ignores us girls and we're tired of it! We hate you Norman Bates, and I am going to show you who is the boss in this house!"

Clarice wanted to kill Norman, she hated him with everything she was and wanted to see him suffer till he was dead. It was her MOTHER not the others, they were just accidents her mother had! She was the rightful child to take over after her mother, to help her get rid of the filth in this town. She looked at her little brother with hatred, but knew her mother wouldn't be happy with her if she did kill him.

"Let's do it anyways!  We can kill Norma and that loser she married too!" Lecter sang as he jumped up and down behind Clarice.
"We need Mother she will teach us everything. Lecter, we have to behave, even if it means letting this little shit live.... for now." 

Knowing she couldn't kill her little brother, Clarice settled on the next best thing. She'd beat his ass till he bled and then beat him some more. He'd wish he was dead by the time she got done with him. She waited till he had just given Annie a bottle and then slapped him. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and his hand on his red cheek.

"Why did you do that?" he asked confused. He knew she hated him but she had never hit him before. "Mother is going to be mad at you!" 
"Fuck you! You won't say a goddamn word you little creep! If I even hear you whined to her, I will break your legs." 

Clarice couldn't hold it in anymore, the slap did nothing to settle her boiling blood. She needed to hurt him and hurt him bad. She pounce on him then and started punching his face, his stomach and anything else her fist came into contact with.

Lecter stood and watched as the fight went on, he rooted for Clarice and told Norman he was going to die. What Clarice and Lecter were not expecting is that Norman took after his mother way more than any of them  had thought. He acted liked the sweet innocent boy that loved his family, but secretly he hated them all besides mother. Mother was the only one that mattered and as he thought of Clarice trying to take mother away from him he felt a rage he had never felt before.

'Kill her! Make her bleed!' he heard a voice say. He was preoccupied fighting with his sister so at first he thought it was his mothers voice encouraging him to hurt his sister.

"I will mother! I will do anything for you!" he screamed as he jumped onto Clarice's back and started punching her in the head.

He didn't know where the strength came from but he could feel Clarice starting to grow tire and weaker as he kept punching.

'Kill her!' his mother screamed at him again.
"I'm trying mother, she won't die!" 

Clarice heard Norman talking to their mother and faltered. She hadn't expected mother to be home yet and wanted to have Norman's beating done before she found out. It only took that moment of her being distracted for Norman to get the upper hand.

"Touch me again, and I will kill you. Mother told me I could," he said as she fell to the floor. 

Clarice glared at her little brother as Lecter laughed. "You got beat up by a little boy!" he taunted her.
"Shut up Lecter, I can pull the stuffing out of you. Remember that." Clarice said as she got up, her back hurting.

She would have to think of another way to get rid of her brother. She had underestimated him this time, but that won't happen again. And where was he hearing mother's voice? No one was in the room but the two of them, and Lecter of coarse. Clarice watched as Norman ascended the stairs to his room and then went to her own. She needed to make a plan, a plan that was full proof.

The next day while the kids were at school and Annie was down for a nap Charles tried to get frisky with his wife. They still had not consummated their marriage and he was beginning to get impatient. Norma insisted they go outside in the cold winter sunlight so they could see each other better. Charles agreed, he didn't care where they did it, so long as they did it.

What Norma really had wanted to see was when the maid showed up. He had went on vacation the day following the fire and was just now coming back to work. While Norma was out at the salon she had made a side trip to the elixir shop. She wasn't sure what she was looking for as she hated using potions or mixes to kill someone. It was much more satisfying with your hands. She knew though if she did it herself it would be too coincidental and she didn't need the cops snooping around her home anymore than they did.

Before Charles got outside she had set the trap, the elixir was to go off on its own as soon as someone was near it. She thought it would of been hilarious if it had gone off with Charles but it was meant for another. She made out enough with Charles to keep him occupied but kept one eye on the front of the house waiting.

It didn't take long. Nate showed up right on time and walked to to the front door to go in. He stopped then and didn't move.

Norma giggled then and Charles stopped to look at her. "What is so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing, sorry," she replied and went back to kissing him.

She kept an eye on Nate while they made out a little bit more and watched as his body turned to ice. 'Hooyah! Take that fucker!' Norma Jean cheered.

Norma laughed again, this time inwardly. She hoped his heart stopped and he could feel every organ inside him freeze up. Charles started to get impatient and started to rub his manhood against her. 'So gross!' Norma Jean said as she felt Norma place her hand on his dick and rub. 'Quit complaining at least we get to watch someone die while we do this shit,' she told Norma Jean.

She let Charles lift her dress and move his fingers inside her underwear. "Mmm let's go inside," he said between kisses.
"In a minute, it feels so good right now I don't want you to stop," Norma said as she brought his head down to her neck so she could get a better look at Nate.

'Fuck, he's melting!' Norma Jean screamed. Norma focused her eyes on the icy figure to the right of her. 'Crap, we'll have to take care of him another way,' she told Norma Jean.

Just then Norma moved her hands down Charles' pants and took his dick into her palm, "You want me?" she asked stroking him.
"Oh god, I do Norma, I do." he replied his dick starting to throb in her hand.
"Meet me in the bedroom," she told him as she pulled her hand out of his pants and headed into the house.

Charles was so engrossed with lust he didn't notice the new sculpture on his lawn. Norma followed him and told him to head up the their bedroom, she would be right there. Once he was up the stairs, Norma headed to the junk drawer where she kept the lighter fluid and matches. If he wouldn't freeze to death, she'd burn him to ashes. No one would ever find him this way.

Walking out to lawn again, Norma squirted the fluid all over Nate's unfreezing body. She then lit the match and tossed it at him.

Just as she walked back into the house, Nate unfroze the rest of the way. Soon though he was on fire. As the heat melted the icy, the flames got higher. Nate didn't have a chance.

Upstairs, Norma and Charles consummated their marriage. Charles having no idea what was happening on his front lawn.