RAMPAGE

Chapter 1

Jeremy Myers is the weird kid at school. He is nineteen years old and loves horror movies a little too much. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror looking at his own reflection, his own dark and empty reflection. Nothing but a shell stands in the way. His cold dead brown eyes flick down to the red specs scattered across his pale and heavily battered chest, bruises, cuts and old scars run from his neck down past his nipples and down to his stomach, every cut in a new direction, some long, some short, some deep, some superficial. Some were caused by his own and others by those that failed to understand who he actually was. The red specs sit just above his nipples, he smiles at the sight of them He ignores the irritating sound of the bathroom sink dripping every few seconds as he stood there observing his handiwork. His fingers were laced with fresh rivers of blood that he forcefully squeezed out with his bare hands. He looked up at the mirror and smirked, satisfied with his handiwork. Who would understand? His parents? His brother? Fuck no. Nobody would. Not yet.

His eyes flick down to the sink itself, he tilts his head from side to side as he looks down at the slowly dying rat that was once a cream white, now blood red from the explosion of blood that erupted from its insides. The creature is still alive, its tiny back legs jerking in the blood. Jeremy noticed this and watched it closely, its little chest rising and falling as it struggled to keep itself alive. This is what the creature that was once his friend would become, struggling and dying in his own blood. The thought made him smirk, a cackle escaping his lips. "Nobody understands me" With his eyes locked on himself in the mirror he clenches his fists shut and begins slamming them into the sink over and over again, his eyes are wide and full of rage as he bits his bottom lip as he feels his fists rip apart the now deceased once loved pet. "Nobody will ever understand me". He pulls himself back and leans down onto the sink, he looks at the rat and begins laughing before he simply reaches into the sink and grabs it by its deformed body, picks it up and throws it into the toilet where it goes down with ease. "You're nothing but an animal," He says to it and then he flushes the toilet, watching the disgusting creature as it sinks to the bottom and begins to rot.

Turning back to the mirror he looks at his body covered in blood. He admires the look, the horror, the thought of someone seeing him now covered in the blood of an innocent house pet, the idea of them taking him away. It makes his mind race with many thoughts, each one more sinister than the last. He clenches his teeth as he stares at his reflection, clenching his fists and imagining the blood of the pet he just killed flowing freely from his hands. He hooks his stained fingers into his boxers and drops them to his ankles and steps out of them so he is standing naked and aroused in front of the mirror. His fist firmly grabs his penis, he coats it with blood then leans forward and looks deep into his own eyes as he pleases himself, his fist is tight and beneath the red coating his knuckles are white from the grip. He once never looked away from himself in the mirror as he used the blood to get himself off. Jeremy moaned as his eyes rolled then he released himself into the sink, his knees trembled as he held himself up. The sensation of releasing himself was enough to almost make him pass out.

He looked back into the mirror as he released his penis from his grip. It hung between his legs, and droplets of blood danced with sperm that dropped to the floor. He let his hand fall to his stomach, his fingertips running through the thin layer of blood there, the blood that coated his entire torso. He could make out his toned body beneath the blood, he had always been a healthy boy and kept himself in shape. He had strong thick arms. He flexed his bicep and smiled, imagining someone else's hand wrapped around his, squeezing it tight, the other one covered in blood.

A knock came from the bathroom door and he turned his head and looked at the white scratched door.

"Jeremy, stop jerking off in there" his brother's voice came through with a chuckle.