Little Johnny

The Cold-SS4

It was cold out for the first time in years. Normally it would get to the minimum of fifty or forty, but it was twenty degrees out.
I walked down the street, listing to the echoing of hail striking a windshield of a unlucky car. I stopped at driveway seventeen. I glared at it for a few seconds more before opening the unlocked window. I hated that they always made it seem so easy. They left one access way opened, either a door or window. I shouldn't be here, but I am.

I watched the shadow disappear down the stairs. I followed, waiting for the moment. I heard the door open, signalling to me. I shut the freezer door just as the man turned to leave. I took the padlock I had with me and locked the door. I heard a few shouts of fear, hoping anybody else could hear him. I laughed at his efforts to live. I turned to the thermostat placed next to the door, and I turned it to negative fifty. It went silent quickly. I undid the padlock and resumed my mission.
I walked towards the staircase, dragging my trusted knife's blade against the wall. I paused at the final step and I waited for a sign of life. I heard the door open and close. I giggled out loud. I opened the door, seeing him before he saw me. He was about the same age as me. But a kill is a kill.
He called the cops, and he tried to sound as panicked as possible. He knew who did this. He just couldn't turn in a piece of himself. Sooner or later, the copies had shown up and questioned him, and the only thing useful he said was that it was another attack. These had gotten more and more frequent. And he feared it.'Leave me alone.' He thought to himself. Never. I responded. He had tried to kill me off before, but it had failed, resulting in permanent attachment. Even if they wanted to separate, they couldn't.