Kill All Your Friends

Chapter Twenty Three: I Told You So

Harry sat on the sofa and stared at the wall intensely, 'why? Why did she have to die out of everyone their was she had to die then', he let the thought wander his mind then he just ended up lying face flat on the sofa and crying him de-hydrated. The killer prepared for its next kill and searched for the victim, 'where is he' it growled, it started at the second book then stared at the ceiling, 'I control the book writer you know, I control the story, look I can make him make me wink' it said out loud to the ceiling then winked, 'I can get him to kill you in horrible ways, worse than my methods. Just look at the title of the chapter and see my influence', it winked again then went to search for the prey. (that was weird I made it talk to the ceiling) There he was, Keenan, sleeping on sofa waiting for death, 'well you hope you like the description' it says to the ceiling again and winks. Harry hears a scream then decides to get up but by the time goes to the door he realises he is definitely not in the state to see a horrific scene so he jumps straight out onto the sofa and lets even more tears flow and stain the sofa. Casey and Shae rush to the scene (or was one of them hiding round the corner) they rush in and find that the killer has already done his work. Keenan was split in half exposing his red, juicy brain and the cracks of the skull, the throat and the muscles to push down food, inside of the small intestines which had something that looked like flesh hair and the thin slice of heart that was unlucky to be slightly over the middle line. There was no preparation that's why it was quick, the sight it self was all the killer could manage in that time but it was enough, 'really liam you couldn't be arsed to describe it all, I should of controlled you and wrote it myself, I would of included everything from the liver to the toes' the killer thought. 'Harry!' Shae and Casey said at the same time holding back the vomit, they rushed down stairs and fount Harry still crying over Sophia, 'never mind' they both thought despite the psychological profile of the killer