Short Stories

A Truly Bloody Day!

(Warning: Unsupervised child with a knife. Blood. Murdering animals. Mentions of technically abuse [kind of???].)

  Villains. We're evil, we're broken, we're craving revenge. At least... That's what people believe. But it's not true. At least, not most of it. Some of us are just crazy.

  I grew up normally at home, a young child with a morbid fascination. My father was a scientist, my mother was a doctor.
  As I grew up, I began to find things in my yard. Small lizards, small birds, worms, anything small enough I could easily get with little injury.
  Now, as disgusting as it sounds, I was curious about what they looked like inside. So, I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed a large, sharp knife (not particularly one I recommend leaving for children to get to unless you really want them dead). I remember bringing it upstairs to my over decorated room (thanks mom) and began slicing open the little creatures bit. By. Bit. It was satisfying, really (just wait till I figured out you could do the same to people!), the splattering blood and, if it made noise (birds, if you're stupid), the squeals of pain and death from them were quite the relaxation!
  Though like any child doing something they shouldn't, I was caught. I think my mother screamed when she saw me with her "favorite kitchen knife" but I don't remember those tiny details.

  I do, however, remember that they forced me to go to a mental hospital after I was diagnosed with some stuff. I don't know what they were calling it (too big of words), but I like to call it a sense of… Excitement.
  Though I was pretty much called a psycho if I ever got my hands on something I shouldn't have. (Those doctors were fun! Like, come on, they tried hitting me "back into reality"! Also I definitely bit them when I could.)
  Now do I regret doing any of this? No! Of course not! I mean, look at where I am now! I'm a well known murderer still being hunted down! I got a good bounty over my head too! A few thousand dollars right now, but I'm workin' on it! Soon it'll be a million and I'll have a celebration in private! (There's this really good looking cop that tries to chase me. I wonder if I should try and get her number…)

  If it's any good news about who I am, I do like reading from time to time instead of murdering. But that doesn't mean I won't kill on sight if someone tries to pull some funny business with me. I may be a woman, but I have the skills of a man and a fox.