P.I.E. Operation: PARASITIC

XXXIII: Hell

Jimmy Casket stepped towards the group of mortals and from the immortals, wearing the expression of a cold-hearted bloody murderer and laughing uncontrollably like a hyena. "Stab, stab, stab!" He said in his wavering high pitched voice.

He lunged towards the humans with a cold heart, gripping the bloodstained knife he had snatched from Jeff The Killer's hands.

His first victim, as he planned, was the weakest looking one of the three (who were still standing): Billy Acachalla.

Unarmed and terrified, he hid in the shadow of his wacko older sister.

Suddenly, Jimmy tripped. He caught himself by lodging the knife into the rotting wood floor before he smashed into it.

He could faintly hear Rake giggling at him.

"That's what you get for stealing my knife." The pale-faced teenager growled.

Even the serial killer had the humanity to be embarrassed. "What--What's this?" He asked, looking away from everyone else to hide his tomato-red face. He saw a familiar gray jacket. It was covered in blood, which he favored.

The face of the owner of the jacket... "Gregory...? I don't remember leaving your body..." Casket grinned and narrowed his eyebrows. "That doesn't m-mean I'm not coming back with-with you!" He sat up and began rummaging through the leather satchel hanging off of Ghost's shoulder.

"Stay away from Johnny!" Sally said, running in to kick Jimmy out of the way.

Billy, now exposed since his sister left, ran behind Light for cover.

Casket was--fitting to his reputation, of course--merciless. He pulled a shining blade out of the satchel and slashed a thin cut across Sally's leg and ripping her pink tights.

At the same time, the Acachalla kicked him in the head as she planned.

Jimmy fell back with his nose bleeding, but he didn't care. He sat back up. "Knifey~ You're still as danger-dangerous as always, m-my love!" He said, holding the weapon close to his face.

"This is boring. I can't even do anything, friend." The Rake hissed with disappointment.

"Aw, but I don't want to have to wait for more humans to come here when I can just kill these ones for fun!" He pointed at Sally, who was kneeling to hold her injured leg. She was crying, and Billy was comforting her. "Isn't that just utterly terrible?" He said, smiling widely enough to open the cuts on his face that were stretching out his mouth.

Rake shrugged.

"What kind of school is this?" Light had been staring at Jeff's knife that was stuck in a wood plank. He bent over and pulled on the knife's handle, almost falling backwards in the process. He inspected the black goo surrounding the blade.

Zeron looked up and came face-to-face with a Cheshire smile.

"What do you think you're doing with my knife?" Jeff narrowed his eyes, but couldn't frown due to his mouth... condition.

"What do you think you're doing, trying to kill people with a hunting tool at such an age?" Light countered.

"Get back to class n-now and quit interfering with--with my job!" Jimmy said, waving his own beloved knifey threateningly at the students. "Or you're getting Hell." His eyes flickered a fiery red.

"But my knife--" Jeff was still trying to get it out of Light's hands, but the security guard held it behind his back or over the boy's head.

"NOW." That one word phrase combined with Jimmy's stare sent him and Rake pouting back to their previous class.

"You mean detention." Billy corrected. Casket glared at him; Billy forced himself not to glare back.

Jimmy laughed maniacally, then stopped short. "No. I meant Hell!" He snarled, throwing his knife towards the Acachalla's head for a one-hit kill.

"Whoa!" Light leapt and grabbed it perfectly out of the air. It was just inches away from Billy's face.

The sibling stared at it in frozen fear. He regrettably taunted, "N-Nice going. You just threw out your only dagger!" 

Light sighed, a little disappointed that it came down to this. "You don't need to talk. This might as well be my fight." He held the knives belonging to both Jeff and Jimmy.

Billy was taken aback by his confidence. "You're in pretty bad condition..."

"Well, what other choice do we have? Sacrifice your sister? I'm pretty sure she's not in the mood to stand up right now."

Sally's eyes turned to Billy, and guilt overcame her brother. "I can fight with you!" He said to Zeron.

"Enough!" Jimmy stopped their conversation. Then he smiled. "Come a-at me if you can. I'm not even inter-interested in you weaklings."

"Fine, then!" Billy Acachalla snatched 'Knifey' from Light; his hands were visibly shaking, but he seemed braver. "Take this!" He stabbed Jimmy, but it only went through him. Nothing happened. He hurriedly pulled it out and glanced with fright at Zeron.

"S-Silly boy, Knifey would never hurt me!" Jimmy kicked Billy back by the stomach, loosening the sibling's grip on the strange weapon. He stole it from the air before it lodged itself in the floor again.

The Acachalla boy smashed into the moldy corner of the wall, wheezing.

Sally could only stare in horror.

"You had this coming for you the minute I saw your irritating grin!" Light took action with Jeff's knife.

Casket merely wagged a finger and used Johnny's limp, injured body as a disturbing shield.

Light gasped and drew back the knife mere inches before accidentally cutting into Ghost's stomach. "Leave him out of this!"

Jimmy smiled wider and tried a stab at the last standing opponent. He missed, but Light fell over.

The security guard did not give a chance at letting go of his knife.

The crazy teacher held him down with one foot.

Even so, they were both equally in position of getting their throats sliced.

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Sorry, this chapter is probably a little short. It was the best I could do without dragging everything out for too long. "^^

At least I'm not late, though! :P