2013 Diclonius

Part Eight

A boy ran past on the board walk, maybe 8 years old. He looked happy. A puppy ran with him, golden in color and soft like a cloud. Two adults walked past, carrying a picnic basket and a blanket. Blair tensed, staring at the food. I held her arm, using my vectors to pin hers down. From the bushes, we saw them spread the blanket out, and place the plastic plates and cups. Watermelon, homemade bread and rolls, cold turkey sandwiches, a jug of water, they were brought out one by one. I had an idea. I motioned for Blair to follow me and made my way back down to the beach, where the boy had run off to with his dog. near the boy, i started to laugh loudly, and sure enough, I got his attention. He came running over, and asked what was so funny. "Oh nothing! My sister just told me a funny joke, that's all. Nothing a boy would understand." I turned away, and Blair copied. I sensed he had planted his hands on his hips, and he pushed me into the water. "I know jokes that girls know! Mommy told me some!" He said angrily, feeling his manly hood threatened. I got up, soaked. Anger flashed in my eyes, and I mentally sliced his body in half, which, actually happened. The water stained red, i quickly told Blair to follow my lead. I started to cry, and so did she. We both ran up the path back to the board walk, our clothes stained with the boys innocent blood. crying wildly, both parents ran to us in worry. Quickly, Blair and i used our advantage to dismembered the parents, causing a quick and painless death. Taking the basket and piled the food back into it, i stored what I could in my backpack.