One Shots and Short Stories

Murder Tales 2

TW: Murder, blood, knives, slight panic (not really an attack, but still), corpses, loss of sanity

(Art by me ^)

He doesn't struggle. He isn't scared. He seems to... relax when he sees that it's me who was hiding in the darkness. He hasn't seen the unwashed knife or the body of his friend just outside the range of light from the lantern. I blow out the small fire, plunging us into complete darkness. The reddish-haired boy's breathing quickens and I realize he must be scared of the dark. Amusement floods my senses and I hold back from laughing. My hand finds a string in the darkness and I pull it, turning on the light. The boy seems to relax again, until he gets a good look around. I pick up my knife. The blood of the dark-skinned boy had dried, leaving a thin layer of scarlet on the blade. The eyes of the reddish-haired boy dart between the small body of his friend and the bloody knife in my hand. I see the fear crawl up his face as he realizes I am not just the weak little child he thought I was. His bright blue eyes widen as I walk towards him. I think back on all the pain he caused me. All the tears shed because of him. The things he said about me when he thought I wasn't listening. This will not be a quick death.
I press my knife against his arm and slowly drag it down, tearing his skin and letting the blood flow freely. He lets out a shocked gasp and squeezes his eyes shut. I make several extra cuts before I move on to his other arm and do the same. I then lift his shirt up slightly and begin carving small shapes into his side like the little drawings I would do in the margins of my notebook. Small chunks of flesh and pools of blood cover the ground and stain my clothes, but I don't care. Once I am satisfied, I stand up and step back. His eyes are glossed over and his face is stained with tears. It's funny how the tables can turn sometimes. I smile. He will never make me cry again. I look at him closer, tracing the cuts on his face with my finger. He winces, then cries in pain as the movement tugs at the holes in his body where flesh is missing. I can't hold myself back anymore. I begin laughing maniacally, delighting in his pain. He looks at me, terror and agony mixing in his eyes. After several minutes, I calm
down. My moment of fun is now over. Breathing heavily, I walk towards him once more and stab him through the heart. He doesn't even get the chance to scream. I drag his body over to his friend and I look at the two of them. I start laughing again, ready for the next one, and I already have someone in mind.

Short again, but still pretty good if I do say so myself :)
Thanks for reading!
Stay weird
-Rax

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