The Black Blade

Chapter 4

"CLARA!!" I yelled crying. "FUCK NO DONT DO THIS PLEASE TO ME!!!" "FUUUCK" "BARRY CALM DOWN!!!" Martha yells. "FUCK THIS PLACE!!!" I started running towards the police officer that shot Clara. "His name is Matt Smith!!!" I said. "So what? We cant do anything about it!!" Robbie yelled. "Im gonna murder his family. Im gonna torture and kill them one by one!!" My deep killer voice was coming out. I was putting on a police officers vest and everything. Luckily one of them looked like me a little so I dressed as him. "Barry!" Martha yelled. "What?" "Kill his family brutally." Martha said smiling. "I fucking will" My deep voice was coming my killer side was coming out. I put my knife in its case ran home quickly to drop it off and went to the police station. I drove a police care since it had its keys already. I went in the police station and told them everything. "Ok we'll go check for the murdeder in a bit." One of the officers said. "Can I please tell his family about it. He was one of my best friends and im really depressed about it." I asked. "Sure his adress is 267th Wayt Rd." "Ok thanks" i said. I went and drove to my house to get my knife. I then went to the address still dressed as an officer. "Hello are you the wife of Mr.Smith?" I asked. "Yes i am. Why? What happened?" "He died in a fight with a psychotic guy. Im really sorry." The woman started sobbing. 3 kids came down stairs. "What happened mommy?" One of them asked. "Lets sit down and talk." The woman said to her children. "Ok. Wheres daddy?" Another one asked. They all talked and cried as i stayed there almost laughing. I took out my knife and all the black clothes came and mask. I saw their hearts and blood. All their veins. I could hear and see all the hearts beating fast as they cried. I then stabbed the mother in her neck. She was torn apart no sign of her was left. The kids hearts were beating faster and faster. "Hi!" I said happily. "Your dad killed my girlfriend, Clara. So now im gonna murder all of you." I then stabbed all 3 in the neck. I went outside after that and killed more. All the blood tasted good. I need more!!! I started to kill more and more. Soon i was on a full rampage. I couldnt stop. I loved it. I got so much blood. I got jars and jars of blood and flesh. This knife, its making me stronger and faster everytime. Im smarter to. I know how to get away with things, how to hide better, i know how to do almost anything. I found out i could heal cuts and wounds fast. If i get shot as my killer side i just need to go back to normal and then go back to my killer side and im good. It happens the other way to. I could pick up a car like nothing. Im gonna be invincible soon. I started to calm down and went to a bar. I met a nice bartender, his mom died in a fire when he was gone doing something. He didnt want to talk about it. "So whats your name?" He asked. "Barry" I said. "So any family Barry?" "All I have is a dog. My mother died by choking." I lied. "Im sorry." He said. "Its ok. She was a little abusive." I said. "My mother died in a fire. She couldnt run out because she was paralyzed from the waste down." He said. "Im sorry to hear that." I said. "Well im trying to put it all behind me and live my life happy." He said. I left paying him a $100 tip for being nice and not grumpy like usual bartenders are. I got tired and ran home. When I went home I fed Shredder, drank 3 mtn dews, then went to sleep. I woke up at 4am to Shredder dead on my stomach.