A knock yanked us back to reality but we didn't move to open it. The knocking continued, until Quintin got annoyed of waiting and unlocked it himself. He strode into the living room and glared at us. "You all done?" He asked and sat between us, my body stiffened and pulled away from him. "Yeah, all done." Katie smiled. We sat there for a minute not doing anything, then Quintin spoke up, "Well, I need to talk with Kaleb, so Katie... if you don't mind leaving us be." He put a hand on Katie's shoulder, she pushed it off and replied, "Am I not aloud to be here?" Quintin's body clenched. "No, it's a private matter." He spat. Katie's facial expression changed quite dramatically; I think she was scared, because she dot up quickly, nodded and left. Once she had left, Quintin turned to me. I started to shake again, "Please brother, I don't really want to talk right now." I mumbled. He smiled, the darkness appeared in his eyes again, "We're not going to be talking..." He leaned in and grabbed into my shoulders. I moved quickly and pushed him off; onto the floor. Then got up and tried to run but he grabbed onto my ankle. I kicked his in the face, forcing him to let go. I made for the kitchen; to arm myself with a knife but he was right behind me before I could reach for one. He yanked my shoulders back, pushing me into the kitchen counter. I hit my hip, hard, it stung pretty badly, I could feel it pulsing, I let out a scream but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I bit down on his hand drawing blood, causing him to let got of me. I pushed him into the fridge and grabbed a knife. I let my hand drive the knife into his torso reaptly, letting blood spill all over my kitchen floor and over my clothes. It splatted on my face, drops of blood decorating my kitchen walls. He had died after the third stab but that didn't stop my from continuing to stab him. I grew bored so I decided to get some other knives and stab them into him, all the way through his body and into my fridge door, meaning he was attached to it.
Blood was everywhere, covering every surface I could see. Dribbling down walls, cupboards, my stove, my sink... everywhere. Everything seemed to be fake... like some sort of horror movie, it didn't seem real... My breathing had slowed, everything had slowed. All I could hear was the faint ticking of one of my clocks. It looked... beautiful... I know I said I didn't like these kind of barbaric murders... But I was so wrong...
Then it hit me, I need to get rid of the evidence that it was me... Shit... how am I going to do that...? At that point Katie walked in, her eyes widened and she screamed. I quickly wrapped my bloody hand over her face and pulled her into my body, trying to calm her down, her face pressed into my blood soaked chest. Her breathing slowed, so I pulled her away from my chest and removed my hand, "W-what d-did y-you do...?" She stuttered. "I killed him." I blinked. "I-I can see t-that... W-why..?" She whispered shakily, "Because he attacked me. Now I need your help to dispose of the evidence." I took my shirt off, "You might want to get rid of those clothes, they're covered in my brothers blood." She didn't say anything, she just stared at me, "What?" I asked, getting a bit frustrated as I took my trousers off and crumpled them up. She looked me up and down, "Am I really fucked up if I say you look incredibly sexy with blood all over you...?" her mouth stayed open when she finished her sentence. I was incredibly confused, "I don't think this is the time to be thinking suck things, we need to get rid of this. " I pointed at my diseased brother. She broke her stare to glance at my brother then she continued to stare at me. "We don't have to do it right now..." She murmured. "Yes we do, if we leave there will be more of a chance that I'll get caught." I made my way down to my cellar and got my equipment. When I got back, Katie hadn't moved. I quickly put my clothes into a plastic bag then turned to her, "Take your clothes off." She turned a shade of pink and quickly took her clothes off, she then was about to take her underwear off, "You didn't get any blood on your underwear, so you don't have any need to take it off." I said, stopping her. I then told her to wait in the living room.
I turned to my brother, "Hello brother, we really did have a nice chat." I smirked. Then I put on a hat, some goggles, gloves and a mask, to finish I out on my white outfit. I got my tweezers and went around the entire crime scene; picking out all of my hairs which had fallen on him. I then dusted the knives, ridding them of my fingerprints. I picked up his hand, where I had bitten him, and got a scapulae to cut it up, making it seem like someone had cut him instead of bit him. This took over two hours.
I made my way into the living room and cleaned any evidence that he was in there. Lastly I got the bags that contained mine and Katie's clothes and put them into my basement, along with all of my equipment and my white clothes. I then pushed my massive book shelf in front of the basement door, making sure no one would find it. I cleaned the dust marks showing where the book shelf was originally.
Katie had fallen asleep on my sofa, so I awoke her and told her to go home. "Did you clean everything up...?" She yawned, I nodded and told her not to speak a word, she said she wouldn't. Then I got myself cleaned up and changed into new clothes, and went onto my laptop. I hacked into a restaurants reservations and made it look like I had a reservation and that I had made it.
When I had finished that I picked up my home phone and called 999. I told them that I had just found my brother dead in my kitchen.
