In a hush town, no noise was heard. It was quiet on a day like today. No one heard a peep. Everyone had their windows locked and their doors as well. No one dared to exit their houses. Outside, on the street were the footsteps and humming of a young boy.
"Hmm..." The young boy hummed softly as he skipped through the streets of this small town.
He twirled a knife in his hand as he kept his head up. The young boy kept his footing in place as he kept on. The quiet didn't annoy him, it just set him off in a way that he needed the desire of fear of the screams back into his ears. To feel the pleasure of death. As he skipped through the town, he paused at the sudden sound of giggling, drunken giggling. The young boy had lived here long enough to know the sound of drunken giggling.
The young boy made his way towards the sound of the giggling, as he paused at the entrance to one of multiple alleyways in the town. He turned his head to see a man and woman. The woman was up against the wall as the man had his arms pressed against the wall of the alleyway. He was up against her as she enjoyed it. The young boy stared at the two as he tilted his head to the side. This kind of act confused him, he saw it before yet never truly got the meaning.
The woman turned her head to the side as the man started to leave kisses all over the side of her neck, her eyes caught sight of the young boy as her eyes widened. She pushed the man back, much to his confusion. The man turned to the boy and looked shocked as well, quickly pulling up his pants with the woman doing the same, fixing on her shirt as well. The woman turned to the young boy with a kind smile.
"A...Are you alright, little one?" The woman asked.
The boy simply just stared at them still, which got on the man's nerves, "Hey, Brat!" The man yelled, "My woman's talkin' to ya!" He yelled, "ANSWER HER!"
"Peter!" The woman held onto the man's arm, "Don't yell at him like that...he doesn't look a day over 15." She states.
"I don't care, you spoke to him and he should at least know the decency of answering you back!" The man yelled.
The boy slowly walked over to the two as his face was emotionless. Memories playing over and over in his mind drove him away from whatever the two in front of him were saying. He didn't care anyway for what they were saying, he just wanted them to shut up and stop referring to him as a child. He wasn't a child. Not anymore.
"Hey kid! Just answer her damn question!" The man yelled.
The woman got nervous as she then noticed the knife in his hand, "...P...Peter...look what's in his hand..."
The man looked to where the woman was gesturing towards as his eyes widened, his attitude quickly changed, "H...Hey there little buddy...Why don't you hand the knife over to me." Peter smiled nervously.
The young boy pauses and tilts his head to the side, almost confused. He didn't want to hand the knife over to this random man. The knife meant a lot to him and he wasn't just going to hand it over just because he asked him to. So, a new idea arises in his mind, a better idea. A great idea. An evil idea. A gory idea. The young boy saw the man get closer and hold his hand out to receive the knife. The young boy raised the knife into the air and swung it down as it stabbed itself into Peter's hand, causing him to scream loudly.
