The Silent Death

Two More

The hooded, thin figure stood in the school's garden as the clock hit midnight, the rain on and around him making him regret not putting on something thicker. He looked around, wondering who called him here in the middle of the night.

Two bigger figures stepped outside of the school building, stomping toward the much smaller male. Their familiar laughter grew louder as they approached him, making him back away in what seems to be fear.

"Stay away, I'm not u-unarmed." The puny figure mumbled as they pushed him harshly towards the swingset behind him. He fell down on to the seat with a shriek, his eyes tearing up immediately but his hood not allowing anyone to see.

"Oooh, whatcha gonna do? Stab us with your gaze?" The black haired one snickered at his own joke, reaching over to pull the boy back up and throw him on the ground. He gasped loudly as his side hit the concrete ground, letting out a sob out of pain.

"Oh noo, is the baby crying?" He redhead asked, raising his leg up to land a kick on his stomach.

"...why a-are you doing th-t-this?" The boy cried out as both of his bullies started to kick him from different sides. He didn't get an answer, instead, the kicks on his back and stomach got harsher.

After minutes that felt like years, he was raised up again. His whole body feeling like some kind of a sand bag; limp, heavy and lifeless. Oh, only if he could reach his pocket, only if he had the strength to raise his hand up an inch.

"Let's see how long you'll survive without air, shall we?" The redhead asked with a smirk, his hands moving up to his throat and squeezing as tight as his muscles let him. He started to desperately kick the redhead's chest and the air while trying to protect himself, his hands on the bigger one that's painfully grasping his throat. He let one of his hands fall over to his sides as an idea popped up in his mind, managing to grab the knife in his pocket.

Finally.

Blood spurted out of the redhead's mouth and onto the boy as he put the knife in and out, stabbing the artery on his neck repeatedly with no hesitation at all. His grip around the blood-covered boy's neck loosened as he fell, bringing him down along.

The hooded boy sat on top of the now lifeless body of his bully, his gaze staying on the redhead's dull green orbs. He let out a shaky sigh, his head slowly turning over to the other bully and standing up.

"You want some of your medicine?" He asked, starting to take steps after him.

Blood splattered all over the concrete as another body fell limp in front of the boy, his breathing getting heavier with the adrenaline. He started to laugh silently afterwards, his eyes closing by themselves. His laughter silenced completely at the realization of what he did, his sickening smile dropping from his face and his eyes tearing up.

Oh no, what have I done?

He shoved the knife inside his pocket as he ran away from the scene, pressing his hands to his mouth to muffle his sobs. The scene he left wasn't something anyone would like to see in the morning.

(Foster)

My head was hurting. My limbs were hurting. The every single cell in my body was hurting. I let out a sigh as my feet dragged me to the school's main door, pushing the heavy metal door open. I must've been a bit too early. I lowered my head and pushed my shoulder on the door, opening it wide and looking around the empty school garden.

Oh no.

I felt the blood drain from my face, my throat going dry but a scream finding its way out in-between the lumps in my throat. Two dead people were laying on the floor at the other end of the school garden, one of them facing me with their eyes wide open. I knew those people, I hated them too; but I would never ask for them to die. I felt my widened eyes tear up in fear since the murderer could still be around, turning away and storming out while cursing to myself. I ended up bumping into someone familiar, Chris to be exact, who seemed a bit surprised.

"Dude?" He asked as I just hugged him for a spark of security, not like he could defend me from someone with a weapon but you know, people do things when desperate. I wasn't able to answer him since I was so shocked by the sight and how messy it was, as if the cause of that wasn't human. I cried out to the slightly taller boy's jacket and hugged him even tighter, desperate for a response.

"Uh, are you alright?" He asked with his tone silent and clearly worried, placing a hand on my head which I really appreciated.

"D-Dead." I muttered out as I started to calm down, slowly pulling away from the bear hug I gave the poor dude. "I saw two people d-dead in the school garden. It's a bl-bloody mess." I finished my sentence, turning my head away to the school garden and gulping again.

"What? Who?" He asked immediately, not seeming so shaken by that information as he took a few steps to the door. I quickly turned to hug his arm, biting on my inner cheeks.

"We should just c-call the police, let's not get involved." I told him with my gaze focused on the heavy metal door, starting to move backwards and away from the school. He surprisingly listened to me and backed away too, huffing afterwards. "Fine. Let's go home."