Aticm and Korosu

Chapter 58

~Ashton~
Later that night, I had been sitting with Mike, trying to distract myself from what I had seen earlier. Eventually, he came up with a pretty good idea. "Why don't you just go murder some people? That'll get your spirits up."
I walked back upstairs, wrapping my arms around Yasmin's waist. "Hey baby, I was wondering if you wanted to go killing tonight." She glanced up at me, smiling. "I'd love to baby." I giggled, taking her back into our room. I grabbed my rope and tape, while she got her dagger. We both had gotten changed before we left the house. She led me down the road, heading towards the block she used to live on when we met. "I call this asshole avenue." I laughed a bit, glancing around. "Wanna meet back here after a minute and kill some people together?" She nodded slowly, flipping her dagger out of her pocket and gripping the handle. "Now let's go kill some jerks." We both walked apart, Yasmin heading into the power lines as usual.
For the next hour or so, I was slaughtering people as flashing lights came from the houses.
I came out of the house closest to the area we started at, sitting on the pavement. Blood dripped onto the road, a giggle erupting from my lips. Yasmin eventually came back, blood splattering her skin. Her crop top had some on it, as did her jeans. "Ready for some other houses?" I nodded, walking with her to the closest house.
"I'll take the power lines, I'll see you in the main bedroom." She disappeared into the circuit breaker as I slowly made my way inside. As I entered the room, Yasmin was already there, leaning against the wall. "You get the wife, I'll take her husband?" I nodded, giggling just enough to wake her up. She stirred slightly, sitting up. While Yasmin was wrapping wires around the male sleeping beside her, I was choking his wife and stabbing her chest repeatedly. The man woke up a minute too late as Yasmin shocked him. I laughed slightly, stepping back with her. She had a smirk on her face, looking at the dead bodies in front of us. "It's amazing isn't it?" "Why yes it is ash." She nodded, taking my hand. We left the house, going about a house or two down before she led me inside. "Who lives here?" "I forgot, but for some reason it feels right."
I didn't even consider the chances of her being more manic than I've ever seen her.
~Korosu~
As I entered the bedroom, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Brooklyn. Was laying. In that bed.
I knew she was here, but I hadn't seen her in such a long time I forgot where she lived.
I let go of Ashton's hand, feeling my humanity slip away. Everything around me was spinning, except her.
I stepped towards the bed, grabbing my dagger slowly.
This wasn't going to be quick. Not at all.
She eventually stirred awake, her eyes widening once she saw me. "What? Who are you?" "You don't remember me? You should Brooke." I glanced at the nightstand, grabbing the picture frame. It was the picture.
I looked down at the image, scowling. "It's been years, but I'll never forget what you did to me. You're in for a world of hurt Brooke."
I dropped the frame, making sure it broke. Glass covered a small area by the bed, large chunks of the frame clustered together. She moved back, eyes set on me. "Yasmi-" "that name has no meaning for you anymore. It's merely a memory. Don't you ever call me that." I heard Ashton's giggling softly, my hands going straight for her neck. "You're going to shut up and let me work or I'll make sure you never see the light of day. Oh wait, I'm going to do that anyways." I laughed slightly, pinning her down to the bed. I made sure she couldn't move, then grabbed a piece of glass from the floor. "Don't worry, this will only hurt like fuck." I shoved the glass into her wrist, watching her blood flow onto the floor. She winced in pain, causing me to do the same thing farther up on her arm. Once I was done, there was a line of glass shards and blood on her right arm. "Yasmin please- I n-never did anything wrong!" "Oh really? You never did anything wrong?! Really?! That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth! Every day after you believed Clarissa's filthy lies you treated me like shit. And you really think I committed suicide and my parents mysteriously died the same day? God you're such an idiot." I shoved the glass deeper in her arm, listening to her cries. I glanced back at ash. "Why don't you try? It's fun!" He shook his head, smiling. "I think I'll let you handle this one." "Don't worry. It's really fun." He shrugged, picking up a piece of glass. I watched as he did the same thing I had done with her arm, except on her leg. She was whimpering the entire time, crying softly. Her blood stained the white sheets, dripping onto the floor. I picked up the picture frame, ignoring the glass. The picture made me stop for a second. There was a girl I barely recognized as myself sitting beside Brooke. My hair was brown back then, my eyes a bright hazel. I was actually laughing, despite the obvious pain I was hiding. Her arm was around my shoulders, a smile on her face. We looked so happy.
I hated it.
I tossed the picture back onto the floor, taking out my dagger. "I hope you're happy bitch. You're in for a world of pain." I glanced at the laptop on the nightstand, and turned towards it. Slowly breaking off the screen, I grasped the wires within it. They seemed just long enough to work. After tying her wrist to the bed frame, I ran my dagger along her other arm, tearing through her flesh. I smirked slightly, taking the bloody weapon away from her arm.
"How does it feel to be-" I shoved the dagger in between her shoulder blades "-back stabbed." Ash laughed slightly, reminding me he was there. "It sucks doesn't it? Remember the time you kept me at the school with some guys to drink? See the scar along my waist? How do you think that got there? Huh?!" I could see her eyes closing, adrenaline surging through my veins. I stabbed her leg, shoving glass through her arm. "Wake the fuck up. You are gonna listen." I gritted my teeth, speaking sternly. "You caused me so much pain. You've played very wrong..." I opened up her chest, pulling apart her flesh and muscles. After messing with some non-vital organs, I broke apart her ribs. "Oh look, a heart. Didn't think you had one. You cold fucking bitch." I slid my hand beneath the muscle, feeling it pound in my hand weakly. "You played very very wrong Brooklyn. Now..." My voice glitched heavily as I spoke. "You died..." I ripped the muscle out, holding it in my hands. Blood dripped onto her body, but that didn't make much of a difference to the scene. Laughter escaped my throat, filling the room.
I finally did it.
She was finally gone.
After all this time.
After all this pain.
She was finally dead.
Finally...
I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to whip around. He moved back a bit. "Yasmin..." I tilted my head slightly, blood covering my hands. "Who's Yasmin?!" I laughed slightly, stopping for a second.
I was laughing manically.
I was holding my old friends heart.
Her blood covered my hands.
And I forgot who I really was.
I dropped the muscle, turning back towards Ashton with a smile on my face. "Sorry, I needed a second to get my head straight...ish." We both laughed slightly, not noticing the light in the hall and the small voice in the doorway.

"Momma? What's going on?"