drabbles by me

killer muffins

(TRIGGER WARNING: KNIFES, MURDER, BLOOD, GORE, AND SUGGESTED CANNIBALISM) if you are uncomfortable with these I highly suggest you skip this part!

I lived in a small town in the northern part of Kansas. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone. I had grown up here, and even with thirty-six year passed I still remained. The town never changed, when people left they were replaced, no trees would fall and the leaves would stay the same color all year round. It was strange, yet no one ever seemed to question it. The town was said to be cursed, dark seemed to loom over the place. People would tell stories about a young couple around their twenties had been murdered in the early 90s. They never found the killer, and they gave up the case after a few weeks. That was the only crime that had ever occurred in this town, until two weeks ago. Two people were found floating in the river that drifted through the middle of town, they were dead. Their death was brutal, mutipul of their limbs being missing and many scars that cover their body. A man in his 50s, and a woman in her 40s. After that day people seemed to stay inside more and installed new locks on their doors. I was scared as well, the town was too small to hide in, so the killer was someone that we knew, someone that was our friend. That thought shook me to my very core. After the killings, I had even started to stay inside more and more. But every afternoon I still went to my favorite coffee house in the center of town for a slice of pie and a warm cup of coffee. I stared out the big window in the front of the coffee house, every so often taking sips of my drink. I was snapped out of my thoughts when a worker, Kristy, had walked up to me. Over the years, I had never failed to come here every day, so eventually I became good friends with the workers here. Kristy was 18, she was to leave for the next year of college soon as the summer was reaching its end.

"It's scary, isn't it?" she started, "that anyone we know could have killed those poor people." I sighed and nodded slightly, "I just hope they find the killer soon, nothing ever happens in this town and that's how I like it." I said, taking another sip of my drink and starting to pick at my half-eaten slice of pie in front of me. "I trust you know what happened in the 90s, that couple that was murdered, it's so sad really." She said, starting to refill my cup of coffee. "Thank you," I said, getting a small nod back from her, "just make it home safely, who knows what's next in store for this town." She said, fixing her posture and walking away. I finished my pie and left the coffee house, since the murders, restaurants started closing sooner and opening late.

When I finished they already started cleaning up for the night and I didn't want to keep them any longer. As I stepped out of the coffee house, the small bell at the top of the door rang and I heard someone from behind the counter shout me a 'goodnight'. I turned and looked through the window and gave a small smile to the worker and started home. The sun had started going down, and shadows grew longer until they disappeared. I decided to take the long way home and walk through the park, I wasn't as scared as others to stay out later so this extra fifteen minutes didn't phase me. The sun was now down and the street lamps started to flicker on with a small 'pop'. I paused, I could feel someone watching me. I saw someone in the distance staring at me, I bit my lower lip and put my head down, nervous. I started walking faster and faster to the point I was now at a sprint. I stopped, my head turned towards an alleyway. I could faintly hear small sobs coming from inside. I walked in and searched for this crying person when I saw a woman. She had thick blonde hair that was all messed up as if she had been running. She had a gloved hand covering her mouth as the sobs erupted out. She was curled up into a ball and her eyes wandered to mine. I bent down and observed her, "hello, are you alright?" I asked her, giving her a small smile. She started to crawl away deeper into the alley. Why? I just wanted to help her. My smile widened as I pulled her up from her knees onto her feet. I quickly looked around to see if anyone was there and I turned back to her. Suddenly, blood started dripping from her mouth and onto my hand, tears streaming down her now pale face. I covered her mouth to shield the sounds of her screaming. I let go of her as her legs went limp, she fell to the ground with a thump. I pulled the knife out of her chest and plunged it back into her stomach, I carved shapes into her body and my smile grew. She was dead when she hit the floor, but I still found joy in cutting her up. After a while, she was unrecognizable. She was merely a pile of skin, blood, organs, and toughs of thick blonde hair. I pulled up all her remains and carried it to the river, dropping them in with a splash. I had still kept a part of her body, her arm. I liked to keep parts of my victims bodies as a trophy, a job well done, if you will. With the man, I had kept his fingers, and with the other woman, I had kept her leg. Only if the women hadn't stopped in the alley as I chased her, a mistake they all make. But if she hadn't she might still be alive now. Oh well. I'm not the villain here. They are. This town is. When I was only a child my parents were brutally murdered by this town. I was left alone in the streets to die and decay. But I didn't. I survived.

And now I was back for revenge. Revenge for what they did to my parents all those years ago. And I was going to kill every single one of them until there was no one left. I walked back into my home, the woman's arm in hand and set it on the kitchen counter. There was lots to be done, tomorrow was the town's bake sale. And I had just gotten my last ingredient. I was always told my muffins were to die for, I guess they were right.