An OC story, Pip Wright

This is it. Hell.

/3rd person pov/

Pip, Pip Wright. A quiet kid at that. He was a rather strange one, that boy. He grew up with his brother Janice who was 2 years younger. His household was rather nice and quiet. He lived on a small farm when he was alive. He was homeschooled by his mother ever since he would technically be in kindergarten. He loved and still loves to study fungi and mathematics. But after that fateful night, he would never breathe in the human air ever again.

Pip was feasting on a human carcass. He had gone mad, lost his mind. My, it was his own neighbor. Until, he heard the jingle of sirens, the jingle of sirens of the police. He hurriedly got up and wiped his mouth.

"Oh no.."

He mumbled. He then sprinted out the back door and into the woods behind his neighbor's house. The woods that were known for bears and bear traps. After he reached the tree line, he looked back. He saw flashlights scouting the area. He slowly took a step forward, directly onto a branch. His eyes shot wide as the flashlights pointed at him. He began running in an adrenaline rush. He could hear the rapid crunching of leaves behind him. He ran, ran, ran. Until.. he had tripped on something. Probably a branch, but then he felt something sharp and cold puncture his neck. Pip then felt warm blood drizzle down his neck. Then... SNAP! A bear trap had closed full force on Pip's neck.

The police had caught up to him, but it was too late to put him in handcuffs or detain him, for he had already perished. A gruesome death for a kid, a 14 year old at that. His neck was completely mutilated, his head was severed messily off thanks to a bear trap.

Everything was dark, he felt as if he were falling. Down, down, down he plummeted. The air felt warmer, warmer than the crisp fall air of his home. His eyes shot open. What the hell was this place? What are those flying thin— His thoughts were cut off. He hit the ground, hard. He felt dizzy, light headed. He looked around only to see massacre.