Demons || Jaythan

Basket Case

Sometimes I give myself the creeps,

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,

It all keeps adding up,

I think I'm cracking up,

- Basket Case; Green Day.

Disclaimer: This chapter was Cool Kids but I decided to re write it  (you most likely haven't read the chapter yet anyways) as I felt it was a really horrible chapter and I was uninspired that day and it was just a bad day so hopefully this will be better and longer :) 

Chapter Twenty Two:

Tick 

Tock 

Tick 

Tock

Tick

I could feel my eye twitching at the sound of the clock, it was taunting me and I know it. I felt as though the ticking of the clock was just there for the demon to remind me that my week that I had been given to kill Tom was was nearly up. How was I supposed to kill him? How could I kill him? He's my best mate. 

"No he's not" I heard a voice say from behind me-- it was the demon.

"Go away!" I shot up off the sofa and stood in the corner of the room. Cowardly, I know. 

"Oh, young one, you do make me laugh." The demon shook his head and laughed. "Go away!" He imitated in a shrill voice.

I could feel the anger boiling; bubbling; simmering, waiting to explode from inside off of me. But my body felt numb; he had possessed me. My anger was still bubbling inside off of me but it felt as though someone had placed a lid over the pan so my anger couldn't escape. I was trapped. 

"Now, you will kill Tom tonight." He dictated, he was stood right in front of me now and I could feel the goosebumps arise on my forearms. "And if you don't do it, I will kill you."

And then, he was gone. 

I took in a shaky breath. My legs felt weak and they seemed as though they would just buckle underneath of me. I felt sick to my stomach. My thoughts were all over the place and were changing as quickly as my heart was beating. 

I heard the front door open and I frantically scarpered upstairs, I could let the others see me while I was in such a state. It would give them another reason to hate my guts. Locking myself in mine and Jay's bedroom I paced and paced and paced. I wasn't sure what to do now, I had always complied with the demon's demands and I always enjoyed killing those people so why would this be any different? Why was I so reluctant to do this? Tom wasn't my friend - not anymore, anyway - once he found out about my... condition, he changed and not for the better - he started to be such a horrible person. 

He deserved this. 

He deserved to die. 

And now I couldn't wait for tonight, I can finally kill that son of a bitch and get my revenge. 

* * * 

"Jay?" I quizzed, he hummed in response so I continued, "Can I try and sleep without the serum tonight?"

He looked at me, a confused expression on his face. "Why? I thought it helped?"

"No, it makes it worse to be honest." It was all lies of course but Jay was believing it all. "I-I just want to see what it's like without being drugged up, I mean there's no harm in trying, right?" 

Wrong.

"Right." Jay nodded. "As long as you're sure..."

"I am sure." I wasn't sure if I was convincing myself or Jay. 

Jay reluctantly nodded. "Okay fine." He threw the injection away and climbed into bed, lying down he wrapped his arm around my torso, mumbling a goodnight. 

Not long after that he fell asleep and now it was just a waiting game. 

I just had to wait for the clock to strike two where I was certain everyone else would be asleep and I could kill Tom. 

* * * 

Trying to get out of Jay's grip was more difficult than I had first assumed. After a lot of wriggling around, Jay's grip loosened and I escaped. I was thankful that he was a heavy sleeper and hardly anything disturbed him from his sleep. Walking on the tip of my toes I made my way towards the wardbrobe I grabbed my black bag that was filled with everyhthing I'll need to kill Tom except a cloth to stop him from screaming out.

Hauling the black bag onto my shoulders, I crept downstairs and into the kitchen. I couldn't switch on any of the lights as I feared that I would wake someone up so I had to make my way downstairs in the dark. Thankfully I made it into the kitchen without any incidents. 

Opening one of the drawers I pulled out a tea-towel. I then made my way back upstairs and into Tom's room. Clutching onto the cloth I pushed the door to his bedroom open. 

This was it. 

He was spralled out on his bed; sound asleep. He looked peaceful. 

Pressing the cloth over Tom's mouth, his eyes suddenly shot open; widening in horror. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out due to the cloth that I had shoved in his mouth. At least now I could kill him without anyone waking up. Plus I could have some with this one. 

Placing my bag on the floor I opened the zip and pulled out my knife, it was getting blunt now but at least that would cause others more pain - that was one good thing about it. I straddled him, making sure that I kept his arms pinned down under my knees I took the knife and teasingly slowly, made a cut on his cheek, a devilish smirk on my face. 

He started to squirm underneath me but that lead me to add more pressure when I sliced his skin with the knife. 

"Stop moving so much!" I hit him across the face with the butt of the knife. A muffled scream escaped him and I let out a laugh. 

"Oh you're such a wimp." I taunted. I dragged the knife from his cheek to just beneath his chin, making sure to hold the knife lightly so the point wouldn't pierce his skin. I didn't want to kill him; not yet anyways. 

"Now, are you going to apologise for being such a dick to me?" I hissed. "For calling me all those names when I came back from the asylum. It hurt my feelings you know."

He shook his head so I hit him once again with the handle of the knife. 

"Let me try again, are you going to apologise to me? Or am I just going to kill you?" He let out a sob, tears falling from his eyes which infuriated me more; why did he have to be such a weakling?

Making one more cut across the left side of his face I watched as he squirmed in pain before I slashed across his throat. I winced as I felt his blood splatter across my face but I smiled as his choking and gagging finally stopped as he fell limp; he was dead. 

And I was happy. 

Until a couple of hours later where I realised what I had just done. 

I had just killed one of my best friends.