Cаnnibal ~ Рhan

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~Dan's POV

"Hey Phil, can you pass me the remote?" He turns and mumbles, "What?" I chuckle as I repeat my self. "Can you pass me the remote?" He nods and hands it over, eyes still glued to the T.V screen. I shake my head at him as I surf the channels, looking for anything good to watch.

This was a normal night for me, just sitting on the couch with Phil. My life was by all standards uneventful. Well, in everyone else's eyes it was. They saw me as Dan, a guy with a fringe who plays video games and lives with his best friend. But, no one knows what I'm like behind closed doors. What I'm like behind MY door.

"Hey, that looks good. Try it," he says suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts. I look to what he is pointing at and it sends shock waves through me. I turn to him with a confused expression, so surprised yet glad by his choice. "YOU wanna watch THAT?" He nods affirmatively, making me giggle to myself. "Come on Phil, you've never seen something like that in your life," I said firmly. He glared at me before saying "Actually, I have Dan. I love crime shows, they're my favourite."

But Phil was so innocent, it didn't seem like him at all. Why would he ever watch a show about murder? I stare at him for a moment, seeing if it was just a joke. But, to my surprise, his face showed he was dead serious. I clicked it and sat back, wondering how and why I didn't know about this. But at least him and I had another similar interest.

We sat and watched the story of a man who had stabbed and chopped up his girlfriend before throwing her remains in a river. It was smart, how at that time of year the weather would've made the body decompose faster, ridding of the evidence. But he didn't think about where the river was going, and that's how he lost. It flowed into a lake, letting people find her washed up on shore.

Amateur, I thought. If people were going to kill, they had to kill right. It was easily traced back to him and the program ended with the judge giving him a life sentence. I huffed as I turned it off, sad that it was over. Phil got up and stretched, before starting to head down the hallway to his room.

"You going to bed?" I called out to him. "Yeah, I'm beat. Night Dan," he said simply. "Night Phil," I responded back. I smiled widely, glad I was finally alone. Now all I had to do was wait until Phil had fallen asleep, then I could sneak out. I had some... business I needed to take care of.

After 20 agonizing minutes of waiting, I decided to get up and go to his room. I tip-toed across the cold floor, needing to be silent since Phil was a light sleeper. Once I reached his door, I leaned in and places my ear against it, listening. Loud snores was all I could hear, telling me it was safe to go. I grinned widely, loving the thrill of sneaking around at night. It was so exhilarating.

I grabbed everything I needed and shoved it in my pockets. Carefully walking down the hallway, I whispered "I'll be back soon Phil. Sweet dreams..." I shut the front door quietly behind me and started walking away, being swallowed by the darkness of the night.

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The crunching under my feet told me I had reached the dirt road. I turned off my flashlight, not needing it anymore. I knew this route too well. It was silent, not a sound except for the crickets chirping. I hummed to myself as I continued walking, calmed by the emptiness of the area. I always felt at best when I was alone. For my whole life, I never met anyone who really understood me better than myself. My thoughts were my safe place, away from all the noise of the world.

I finally reached the building, tired from the long journey. The warehouse was run down and abandoned, its wood chipped and windows shattered. The bricks were crumbling, barely holding the place together. I carefully walked up the steps, avoiding the parts where the wood had rotted. The subtle black paint on the door had faded, it had even started to peel off. No matter how many times I came here, it always surprised me how shabby it was.

I gently pushed open the door, letting myself in. The smell was overwhelming, like rotten eggs and mould. I cold hear little mice scurrying away, scared of my loud footsteps. I brushed cobwebs aside as I made my way to the back of the warehouse.

I entered the cold room, sending a chill down my spine. I could see my breath. The tiny cloud of steam floated in the air in for a moment before disappearing. I patted the wall beside me, looking for the light switch. I finally found it and pressed it, dimly lighting the room.

As I turned back, I saw the thing I wanted. The thing that made this place so cold. I walked over to it eagerly, the anticipation gnawing on me. I searched through my back pocket and found the key to the freezer. I put it in and unlocked it before opening it slowly.

I reached in and grabbed the last bits of the criminal I had killed 3 days ago, determined to not waste it. I had to get rid of him when I saw on the news that he had murdered 3 girls in the last 2 weeks. I couldn't let that disgusting man live, not when he was going to kill again. I had saved a poor girls life, probably more then one to be honest. Unlike most of the others, I felt no mercy as I chewed the last bits of flesh from his bones, glad that he got what he deserved.

After I was finished, I began to get ready to leave when I noticed the problem. The freezer had leaked and blood was everywhere, staining the wall and floor. No trace of my presence could be left behind, and if some kids wandered in here someday, they might see this and I would be found out. I couldn't have that. I sighed, knowing that this day would come.

I closed the lid once again, locking it up tight. As I stepped away I pulled a small lighter from my coat pocket and flicked it on. The soft glow of the flame looked harmless, like something that small could never bring a whole building down. But looks can be deceiving.

I dropped it and kicked it between the floorboards, hoping it would set fire to the basement. I laughed in triumph as the flame started to brighten and heat up the floor beneath me. I didn't stay to watch it grow as I rushed out quickly, knowing it would be stupid to stay inside. After a few minutes of walking, I turned around one last time to see the flickering flames spread and start to engulf the building from the ground up, destroying all evidence of my victims bodies. I turned back again and headed home slowly, smirking as I heard the loud sounds of sirens in the distance.

They would never make it in time to salvage it. All that will be left is a pile of ash and the charred remains of a cannibals last meal...

-All I can say is... This is just getting weirder and weirder :0