RAMPAGE

Chapter 2

Jeremy grunted as he dragged his father's corpse across the kitchen table, he released him from his hold as he crashed into the floor, shards of broken glass slicing his already pale skin as he was then dragged across the room. Jeremy didn't care for the aftermath, he had no intentions of cleaning up any of this. He sat his father up against the wall in the small hallway that lead to the front door. He walked in and looked between his mother and brother. Andrew was the easiest to move, he grabbed his left leg and began dragging him back towards the hall. He heard the sound of his body being dragged along the floor as the shards of glass and blood moved under his weight. Jeremy couldn't help but look down at his brother with a smirk, nobody could tell whom that pretty face belonged to now. He dragged him all the way to the stairs leading to the basement door and then threw him down the stairs. The sound of breaking bones was loud as his brother hit the bottom of the stairs with a loud "Asshole" Jeremy spat before he closed the door and then walked back into the kitchen to get his mother's mutilated corpse. He planned to suspend her body from the railings of the balcony that looked into the front yard. It was Halloween after all, nobody would pay any attention to it. It was just a decoration.

"Sorry mummy," he said in a childish voice before he laughed manically to himself.

He stood there silently walking himself over the plan. He could still back out of this and simply burn the house down and tell everyone he was the only survivor. But where was the fun in that? He wanted to follow in his icons steps, he was his biggest fan in the end and this was all for him.

Dragging his mother's disgusting corpse up the stairs was without a doubt one of the hardest things in his life. Even harder than using the neighbour's dog to see if killing really was for him, he liked that dog as well. He dumped her body on the bed and decided he'd come back to it later. He looked at her for a moment, her head had exploded like a watermelon being dropped onto a supermarket floor. He went back downstairs and entered the kitchen, he observed the mess he had made and then reached out and wrapped his bloody fingers around the handle of the kitchen knife in the wooden block on the bench. He pulled it out slowly and looked at himself in the reflection. He then lowered it and held it by his side and walked across the room and exited out into the backyard. Tied up by a chain was the family dog, he stood there looking at it before he heard laughing coming from the fence. He turned and approached it slowly and knelt down when he reached the white border. He saw a child running around, he had a rule, no children. No exceptions. Children were a challenge he didn't need, they always wanted to get involved. They always tried to get in. He was sick...but he'd never hurt a child.

All the child on the other side of the fence would have seen and heard was Jeremy walking away up the side of his house with the tip of the blade dragging along the fence. He went out of sight and the child went back to playing as if nothing were wrong, completely unaware that the family next door had been brutally butchered by their own son. Tucking the blade into the side of his jeans and using his shirt to cover the handle he stepped out into the street. He looked ahead and then his head snapped to the left when he heard people talking. Children ran around in their Halloween costumes going to school, completely unaware they were walking past someone who could slaughter them if he let himself. Exiting the house beside his was an elderly male who climbed into his truck and drove away leaving his wife at the door waving, she wasn't aware that Jeremy could see her. Jeremy walked towards the house as she stepped back inside and closed the door. He walked through her back gate and entered her yard. Hearing the lock reengage her small little dog came running around the side of the house, before even having a chance to alert her Jeremy kicked the dog in the side as hard as he could and slammed it into the side of the foundation. He then dove at it doing what he needed to do. He made quick work of it.

He followed the yard around and silently crept through the washing that was blowing on the line. He climbed the steps and moved into the house. As he moved into the hallway and moved toward the living room he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder and smirked softly then pulled the knife free from his belt, he gripped it tightly and walked down the hallway, this time making no attempt to be quiet.

"Harold?" He heard the lady ask softly.

He stepped into the kitchen and looked at the lady who gasped and took a small step back.

"J-Jeremy, oh my god. Are you okay?" she asked kindly as she placed her hand on his chest and calmed herself down. "What're you doing here?"

Jeremy gripped the blade tightly and then charged at her. She screamed and stumbled back, as her arms waved around when Jeremy gripped her throat and slammed her into the fridge she knocked items off the counter that smashed on the tiles. He lifted his right hand that held the knife and held it above his head and stabbed her in the shoulder, her eyes shut as pain rocked her body, he pulled it out then stabbed her in the lower stomach multiple times, the grip from her on his arm was fierce but he didn't let go of her. He dug the knife into her side and she let go as she writhed in pain. He pulled it out again and started stabbing her repeatedly until her body went limp and he was sure she was dead. He chucked her down to the ground and licked his lips, specks of red blood entered his mouth and he moaned.

Jeremy looked down at her body and smirked. The things he could do right now and nobody would be able to see. All these ideas were rushing through his mind, where would he even begin? He wanted to do something so evil, something that would make those who were lucky enough to survive to think that he was a sick twisted monster. Would he rape the corpse? No, that was a bit too much for him. They were already dead. Maybe he had seen one too many movies. He shrugged and knelt down over the corpse and grabbed his knife off the counter and held it closely. Here goes nothing, he gripped it and moved in closer starting at her forehead.

On the opposite side of town beginning their day with a bright smile was Cameron Cameron pulled his white polo shirt over his firm and defined chest and brushed the pet hair from the fabric while he glanced back at his dog with a happy smile, he brushed his hair to the side and ran past the bed giving his dog a firm rub on the head. "Cam Cam!" A small voice caught his attention when he entered the living room. His eyes went wide with happiness when he swept his little sister up into his arms and hugged her tightly, she giggled as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Happy Halloween, Bridgette!" He said happily as he walked with her to the door. The smell of fresh pancakes made him smile, he placed her down and she jumped around the kitchen as Cameron leaned in and kissed his mother on the cheek.

"Morning!"

"My, you're in a cheerful mood. How did you sleep?" she asked her son.

By now Bridgette had taken off to the living room again to watch her cartoons. "I sleep like a log, my eyes are so heavy" he chuckled.

"You're a good boy, you know that?"

"I try," he said as he kissed her again and told her he would be back later before he grabbed his jacket and left out the door. He opened it again and leaned in, "oh yeah I forgot I'll be at the Halloween party at the Curtis', I won't be home until late", he then left.

Cameron ran his hand through his thick blonde hair and pushed his fringe to the side as he walked down the front path. Today he didn't have his backpack as he left it in his locker at school, so all he had was his phone and AirPods for the walk. He was wearing a white polo shirt with a brown unzipped jacket over it, he hadn't noticed but the front pocket on the jacket was inside out. His jeans had rips at the knees (on purpose) his grandmother hated them, she always offered to stitch them up as if he hadn't paid nearly sixty dollars for them on purpose. He unlocked his phone and smiled at the wallpaper, it was of him and his boyfriend James. He bumped into a firm shoulder and he looked up.

"Wow, nice costume! Sorry about that" he nodded and walked off again. The boy whom he had bumped into was wearing a white Halloween Kills mask, he laughed and ran off down the street towards another group of children. Crossing the street and stepping up onto the curb on the opposite side he tucked his phone away and continued his walk.

He looked around, bright colourful leaves fell from the trees that hung over the sidewalk. The streets were quiet, only a small handful of cars drove past at a slow pace but he didn't think anything of it.

He looked across the street once more, walking up from a shed was a boy who was wearing fake blood across his outfit. Cameron loved the enthusiasm of somebody his age; kids loved Halloween but teenagers never seemed to care about it. He turned away and jumped back in fright when a dog on the opposite side of the chained fence jumped against it barking loudly. He landed on his butt and grunted and looked up.

"Shit," he said to himself.

He stood up and brushed the dirt from his body then turned and looked around. The boy covered in fake blood was long gone. He walked on. His destination? School.