Killing Boys

I

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
this story and chapter will have very horrific scenes, such as the killing of a person, hiding the body, weaponry, etc. If you do not feel comfortable with any of these, please click off.

A/N: This is a fictional story, I only got the idea from a couple ideas I've had for awhile and it kinda got sealed whenever I heard this song. No I'm only taking a small idea from the song and making my own story. There shouldn't be anything more mature than the weapons, and murders, so beware. If you enjoy, please vote, comment, and share! Don't be a silent reader! :)

KILLING BOYS

1

•••

"Come on, we gotta hide this."

"But we've done this six times already Tate!"

"I know, but he broke my heart, and we're best friends, and I've helped you with the last guy."

"But, Tae...Should we really keep doing this?"

"Yes! We must get rid of the guys who are nothing but heart breakers!"

•••

She wakes, blood still on her hands.

She's scared out of her mind-too scared to tell Tate.

I don't wanna hurt her feelings, she always says to herself. She's my best friend, I don't like seeing her sad.

So, instead of telling the cops, or at least giving the boys she kills a decent burial, she grabs her chainsaw in the shed, and cuts the body of the recent victim, until they are nothing but guts, shards of flesh and bones in a couple of buckets. She grabs the buckets and goes deep into the forest, spreading the rest of the remains randomly throughout the forest. When she walks out, there's nothing but clean buckets full of clean water. She would walk into the shed then clean any blood spatter, or any extra scraps, then make sure they were hidden, after burying them, or putting them down the drain. There would be no sight left of Henry Hill, or Mark Holmes, or Aiden Yeil. In fact, there wasn't a sight of any of the other guys that she has hidden. Why the reason? Her best friend; Tate Reese.

At first, these killings of boys were full of fear, adrenaline, and excitement. But now, every other week she sees herself waking up from a text from Tate. The text would always say something along the lines of;"meet me at his house, I'm ready." But, she could never let Tate down, so she'd go. The girl who follows Tate around? That's Emily Ross. Emily Ross and Tate Reese have been best friends since elementary, where they met by sitting next to each other in a class. Little did they know back then they were digging themselves both a very giant hole of darkness, that will eventually lead to horrifying consequences.

Emily never told Tate about her nightmares, or her lack of sleep, or her problems at home, or her failing grades as she gets closer and closer to her senior year. Little does Tate know, this little 'secret' that they've been sharing for about two years now has become an extremely big burden on Emily.

Tate on the other hand, loved every kill. She enjoyed stabbing the man who broke her heart, hoping by seeing his beating heart in her hands--so helpless, and so beautiful--can be destroyed with just a tiny squeeze. She enjoyed the feeling of having all the power, even when the man thought the opposite.

•••

Emily was walking back to her apartment, now after checking the time Emily found out it was now three in the morning. She had to wake up for school in about an hour, and she still has a giant pile of homework to get through. Emily's thoughts began to swim in her head with all of her terrible burdens, her shoulders slumping slightly with exhaustion. All she wanted to do was be normal, and get sleep. She rarely gets sleep anymore by how many times she's hidden a body, not once in two years has she not woken up from a nightmare. What creeps her out the most though is it always shows the same nightmare, it just gets worse every time she closes her eyes.

On top of what she was already thinking about, Emily decided to push the thought of another nightmare out of her head just for the few minutes she has before reaching her living space.

When Emily gets to her house, she is flooded with dread. She never liked her house, a boring, old creepy house on the corner of her block. She never got into talking with neighbors or inviting anyone in, for she is too scared of anyone else getting hurt.

She walks inside, shutting the door quietly. She quickly went to a light and turned it on, the light flickering a bit as it finally goes to it's steady yellow glow. Emily didn't used to mind the dark--in fact, sometimes she had welcomed it. But now, she's too scared that Tate will come kill her in the darkness, just like what she has done to every. Single. Guy.

Emily slowly walks to the bathroom, stripping herself of her bloody clothes that were hidden under a long jacket, then taking an extremely warm shower, getting any blood that was on her skin to go down the drain. Emily really ever felt nowadays is fear, numbness, and more fear.

Emily finally got done with her shower and cleaned her clothes, for she was making sure not one bit of blood was left on her clothes, then changed into some short shorts and a baggy T-shirt, laying down in bed.

"Hey there beautiful," a deep voice whispered in her ear, wrapping their arms gently around Emily.

Emily's eyes widened.

•••

A/N: hey Luvs! Did you all enjoy this chapter? If you did please vote, comment, and share! Please don't be a silent reader I love your thoughts! It always helps when I get comments that can help my writing become better! :)

What did you think of;

Tate:

Emily:

The mysterious person:

Let me know what you thought! Tell me in the comments if I should keep writing this story! Luv y'all! :) ❤️