Elliott's final revenge

Chapter 2

The next morning, Charley took Mais for a surprise date to celebrate one year of being together! This left Elliott and Finn in the house all by themselves. Although the two normally got along quite well, there was some tension between them. Elliott seemed off with Finn, like Finn had done something even though he was unaware of it.

It was around 12:14pm. Mais and Charley had been out for around 3 hours and until now, Finn and Elliott hadn't interacted. Finn had been in his room for most of the day while Elliott just sat on the sofa, staring at the tv although it wasn't on. Finn looked up from his phone to see Elliott standing at the door, leaning on his doorframe. "Oh. Hi, Elliott!" There was no response. "Are you... okay?" Still, no response. Finn started to feel on edge. He stood up and walked towards Elliott. "Why aren't you answering me?" Finn inspected Elliott for a while before he noticed his hand reach for his back pocket. He watched as he pulled out a kitchen knife from his pocket. Finn was frozen in place, completely lost on what to do. Elliott pounced on Finn, pinning him to the floor. "Elliott! What are you doing??" Finn had a tone of pure shock in his voice (mainly fear, but there were hints of shock). Elliott just stared at Finn with a menacing smile, still, not saying anything. Without any warning, Elliott lifted his knife up and held it at Finn's neck, as if he was waiting for a reaction.

Finn's expression spoke a thousand words. Terror was plastered across his face. His skin was pale. What had led Elliott to this? Why did he resort to murder? "ELLIOT. WHAT ARE YOU-" In the matter of mere seconds, Finn's throat was slit. Blood sprayed out, covering Elliott's face as he laughed. Elliott picked up Finn's hand, holding it as he felt the warmth leave his body. He grabbed the knife and sawed at Finn's index finger. It eventually fell off, landing on the floor. He picked it up and shoved it in his mouth, sort of like how you'd stuff pigs with apples. He continued to do this until literally no fingers could fit in Finn's mouth.

Elliott's job was finished. He had finally killed Finn. He hauled Finn over his shoulder, taking him to the kitchen where he put Finn in a bin bag. He took the body-filled bag to their car and took the bag to a farm of a friend. The friend willingly took the bag, completely aware of the contents, and fed it to one of his pigs (if it's relevant, the pigs called Horner).

Elliott had not long arrived home when  Charley and Mais walked back in the door, arms linked. "Hey Elliott!" Mais exclaimed. "Is Finn in his room? I wanna see if he's okay." Elliott replied with a simple shrug. Mais gave Elliott a dirty look on proceeded to walk being the sofa to go upstairs to Finn's room. He wasn't in there. Well, 1% of him was. One of his fingers were left behind. "Charley look! It's a finger!!!" Mais had picked it up and held it halfway between her and Charley. "Maybe don't pick that up... it could be real." Charley revolted at the sight of a blue-ish looking finget in front of her face. "Is it fuck. It's a harmless little prank thingy. It won't hurt you." She threw it in the trash, on top of a few ripped rags. The two girls both walked back downstairs to see Elliott asleep on the couch. They then walked to the kitchen and sat there, chatting about their day.

CREDS TO THE REAL MAIS FROM THIS STORY!!!!!