Dannie the Killer

No Hope is Left...

An hour had past since the death of Daniel Valentine. No one knew that it had happened, no one except his killers. But he wasn't dead anymore.
Dannie's mind had went black and the smell of smoke had filled his lungs when he had started to stir awake.
"W-what happened.. H-how am I still alive.." He said as he clenched his chest in pain. He looked around and didn't recognize his surroundings. He was in a large room with a fireplace and there were many other rooms. He assumed he was in the house of the Slender Man.
"Morning, sunshine. You passed the second test, survive an encounter with death."
He looked up an saw Renesmee.
He coughed up some blood and groaned in pain, "Was that the last test?.."
She sighed and looked down, "No.. But this next one you will like. You have to kill the person you hate most. So in your case your shitty father."
He chuckled lightly and reached into his pocket and pulled out his knife, "This test I'll pass no doubt about it.."
"Here you may need this." Said a familiar voice, it was Jeff. He tossed Dannie a lighter and a mirror, " use the mirror to look at your new, battle scars I guess you could say."
Danny was shocked at what had happened to his face. There was a giant scar on his cheek and one going across the bridge of his nose, along with stitches holding his cheek together to the right of his mouth. The stitches went all the way down the the end of his mouth and his eyes had changed from blue to a dark, gothic purple. He looked like a demon. He started to walk home considering how he was gonna murder his father Vergil when he got the perfect idea and smirked, hurrying home as fast as he could.
Vergil was home alone getting drunk when he heard a noise come from his bedroom.
"What the hell was that.." He said as he pulled a bottle of vodka out of the fridge. He walked down the hall to his bedroom and he saw the monstrous sight his son had become..
"Hello father.. Remember all those times you had hurt me.. Now it's time for my revenge you little bitch"
Dannie lunged at his father with a kitchen knife he had hidden behind his back, but Vergil wasn't drunk enough to not be able to fight back. Vergil dodged his first strike and kicked Dannie in the chest causing him to gasp for breath.
"You bitch. I've always regretted getting your mom knocked up and creating you. I've been wanting to kill you for two years now."
With that Dannie snapped. He roared as he swung the knife furiously. In his rage his flames had reanimated around the blade of the kitchen knife. He jabbed it hard into his fathers shoulder and flames swelled up inside Vergil's arm burning away all the muscle as he shrieked in pain and Dannie pulled out a bottle of gasoline from under the bed and poured it all over his dad.
"I've been planning this the whole way home.."
He pulled out his knife and began to get to work on his father. He sliced his fathers Achilles' tendons first and the cut him open at the gut. Blood splashes to the floor and his father cried in pain.
"Please son stop this!" He sobbed.
Dannie grinned wildly, "I'm just doing what needs to be done father!" he exclaimed with pleasure. He went over to a desk and grabbed some scissors and a pair of pliers, "Now to shut you up.." He used the pliers to grab ahold of his fathers tongue and cut it off with the dull blade of the scissors. He placed his hand to his fathers left eye and raised his eye lid open, certain to make it more painful for him Than it was Michael. He dug his finger into his eye and pushed it out of the socket and laughed at the sight of the dangling eyeball. He grabbed it and with one quick motion ripped it off completely and did the same with the other eye. He pulled out his knife and heated the blade a little with the palm of his hand.
"How well can you take the heat?.."
He laughed wildly as he struck his dad in the chest with the heated blade that burned the skin on impact causing it to harden through. He ripped the blade out of his father who was barely Alive and then covered the whole house in gasoline. He walked outside and imagined seeing his father laying in his bedroom unable to walk,bleeding out, and about to be burned alive. He laughed wildly at the thought and animated a ball of fire in his hand. He breathed heavily and burned the words "No hope is Left" into the concrete driveway as a message to anyone that ever encounters him again and then lit the house on fire. He walked off as the smell of burning wood and flesh along with pained screeches filled the air and he laughed wildly.
"Sorry father but.." He said in a dark raspy voice as he has now became an insane killing machine, "No Hope Is Left..."