Monster

98 5 0
                                    

I woke up, and "Hurt" drifted in from the other room. The door was wide open.

"Anti...?" I got up, and almost collapsed. "Oh fuck." It hurt.  I made it to the door, and saw him lying on the table. "Anti...?" He was asleep. But there was blood everywhere. Fresh blood.

There were cuts up and down his arms. On his right, they spelled out "Monster". On his left, they spelled "Killer". And on his chest it said "Animal".

I also noticed the old scars covering his back, much like the ones I would now have in a few years.

I out a hand on his shoulder as he twitched in his sleep.

"Dad... Please... I'm your son... Please... PLEASE!" He sat up, knocking me over. He heard my groan of pain, and he looked down at me, and grinned. "My father beat me every day from the age of five to the night I killed him after he told me what I was." He started to laugh, and I crawled back in fear.

"Please... Hurting yourself doesn't help... Let me help, talk to me about it." I tried to get him off the topic of causing me more pain.

"Oh you can help alright." He grabbed me by my wrists and put me on the table again. He brought out the syringes again, and he let his concoction course through my blood. It hurt so much.

He ran a hand over my chest, and along the line of my pants making me arch my back. His other hand rested next to my head, and I could see the faint white scar of "Experiment" scratched on the back of it.

"Stop..." I moaned.

"No, I don't want to. Oh your skin here is so smooth. It's almost a shame I'm going to scar it up."

A slender knife the length of my forearm stabbed through my thigh, scraping the bone. He held another blade over a candle flame until it turned red hot. He started to drag it over my skin, and I screamed at the stinging burn. He yanked the knife out of my leg, twisting it as he did, and held the length over the candle until the whole thing turned red. He stuck it back in my leg, and thrusted it in and out, seeming to get off on my screams and moans of agony. After a few moments, I blacked out from the pain.

Killer Love(Septiplier)Where stories live. Discover now