𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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I don't want to be talking about this anymore. Please. Let me go in peace, don't make me remember.

A few hours have gone by now. The boy was just sitting against the tub instead of on the edge now, looking burnt out and exhausted. He was mentally exhausted, physically exhausted-- he just needed a break. He looked forward at the door, still locked. He never unlocked it, and he was glad he didn't. He wouldn't know what to do if he was seen like this. He wiped his tears and put on a brave look. For his own sake. He stood up and walked out of the room, finally unlocking the door. He made sure there was no trace of what just happened. He tried to forget it ever occurred. Finally the door behind him shut as he took a deep breath and made his way back out into the living room.

The place could use a little tidying up. Alex had a habit of organizing things out of boredom and cleaning often, which was odd since most of the time he didn't exactly have anything to clean. However today he did, so he got to work. There wasn't much to do, but it's better than nothing. He just silently worked, hoping to not be seen. The isolation he was causing for himself was nice after a while. Maybe being alone isn't so bad.. maybe. Or it could be very bad, and he could be harming himself more by doing this and thinking this way. He didn't know. He's just a young and foolish boy, that's all.

An hour or so had gone by, and Alex was bored. He was still down in the dumps, but growing more irritable than depressed. He felt that fire start to kindle again, the flames of resentment returning slowly. He sat on the couch and fidgeted. He needed to do something. He stood up and walked straight out the front door and outside without hesitation. Brisk and quick, the boy  had walked-- almost jogged-- down the sidewalk, looking for something to do. He had came armed with a sharp weapon in case he needed to defend himself. Things were going just fine as the one or two people here and there passed by him. Until a random grunt had approached. They stopped Alex in his tracks. "What are you doing out here?" They had asked in a condescending tone, looming slightly over Alex. The boy didn't exactly make himself appear as tall as he actually was like always. He stayed silent and tried to move past the stranger, but was faced with a knife.

"Empty your pockets." They ordered. Alex froze upon the sight of the sharp object, the red sky gleaming off the surface. "Well, go on! Do it!" They barked at the boy, pointing the knife closer to him. He remembered his own experience in fighting, grabbing the stranger by the wrist and striking his arm. He got the person in a head lock eventually after some struggle, and pulled his own knife at the grunt. "Woah woah woah- w-w-wait a minute! I-I didn't mean it I s-swear!" The grunt pleaded, desperate for their life. The terror in their eyes, the panic in their voice, it all gave Alex  life. He wasn't going to stop now.

!!WARNING:GORE!!

He glanced down at this stranger, and muttered in a low and intimidating growl, "I hope you rot in hell." And at that instant he drove the knife into the grunt's face. They let out a blood-curdling screech of pain and tried to escape. But the boy had a firm grip on them. He started crushing their neck, slowly and painfully. Their airways were cut off as their  face was carved out by the weapon, slowly. He swirled it around in their skull, scooping their insides out, and they couldn't even scream for help. The blood was pooling from their pitiful head and onto the ground, crimson and metallic. The scent of fresh blood energized the boy, and that familiar thrill of murder that Alex knew once or twice had returned. This was self defense.. right? This is ok since he was threatened first, correct? He didn't know. Nor did he care. He was dead of emotion, his stone cold expression said it all. He was born to be a murderer, and he gets better at it every time. The boy dropped the poor dying grunt, the wet splash of blood greeting the two. Alex wanted to be 100 percent sure the grunt was dead though. He kicked them in the side of the head, a weak whimper escaping their lungs. He stomped on their chest, surely to break a rib or two. He continued this, until the whimpers turned to breaths, the breaths turning to silent flinches, the flinches turning into nothing. This stranger was dead, and now Alex needed to wash his clothes. Great.

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He stood there and  stared down at the lifeless individual in front of him, huffing a breath of fresh air out of his body. He realized what he had just done, oh no. He needs to get outta there asap! The boy turned and started running back to Sarah's house, but halfway through he had lost his way back and eventually had no clue where he even was. He wandered aimlessly after a bit, he figured if Sarah found out what he had done, she wouldn't forgive him. He was sure nobody forgave him for killing, even if the only people who could were the people that got killed. It would hurt for a while, and he won't enjoy it, but it's better that he would just abandon that possible life. Wise decision, Alex. He settled himself down somewhere nice, a park that was abandoned. Or so it seems. Nobody was here, nobody seemed to be coming to visit the place, so why not.  He stumbled over to a nice and shaded bench, his clothes bloodied, his appearance shaken and disturbed. He's seen some shit..

He enjoyed the nice and calming breeze that swept through the park. What he had done replayed in his head, the screams and the sounds that came from it all played on repeat. They mingled and intertwined with other people's screams, all from him. All because he decided to kill them that day. He shuddered, he wasn't cold but he was deeply disturbed by his own actions. But at the same time.. he loved it. He was addicted to the rush of it all, the adrenaline. Maybe there's something wrong with him, maybe this is normal, who knows. Just as he was about to relax here, a figure walked up to him. They weren't visible, the sunlight shadowing their face and over all appearance. "Alex?"