My Dark Side

"Why did you do it?"

"Do you want the truth?"

"Preferably, yes."

"Well to be honest, it just felt really, really, really good."

1 month earlier

I stood by the side of the road waiting for anyone to come by this deserted road. "Not you best idea Joshy. Hardly anyone comes down this road." I thought to myself while looking around the backwoods country road.

"Patience deary, all in good time." I scoffed

"Yeah easy for you to say you're not the one waiting." I said to myself when the voice in my head chuckled.

"Dear one I am you, remember?" I chuckled and leaned back in the back of my pick up, waiting for someone to come by.

Soon the sound of gravel crunching filled my ears. I bolted from my position on the car to the middle of the road, flailing my arms back and forth calling out "HEY HELP PLEASE! MY CAR DIED!" A beat up jeep came roaring down the road, narrowly missing me as it came to a screeching halt. Two college boys jumped out, one had sand blond windswept hair and blue eyes with a crooked smile while the other had brown hair in a buzz cut and the greenest eyes I've ever seen with a tentative smile.

Both were extremely handsome and I found myself wanting everything they have.

"Hey man what seems to be the problem here?" A rich smooth voice drawled out. It sounded so innocent, almost making me feel bad.

"My car died." I stated simply, looking at them.

"That's sucks man, want us to take a look and try to find the problem?" The brown haired one asked.

"That would be great actually. I'm Josh by the way."

"I'm Elijah." The brown haired one said. "And I'm Rayan."

"Well it looks like your battery is dead, we can give you a ride back to to-" he cut off, choking on his own blood bubbling up in his throat. "Hmdhs...hsgbs" he got out a few choked gargles before falling down to the ground.

"Elijah! No no no WHY?!?" Rayan screamed at me. My answer to him was a blow to the head, his limp body falling besides his friend. I turned towards Elijah, smiling down at him.

"Didn't mommy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" I asked before driving my knife deep into his stomach.

The rusty smell of blood filled my nose as the warm liquid ran down my hand, drying a bit at the bottom, turning a dark red. His limp body fell forward and let out some final gargles, blood spilling from his neck and bubbling from his mouth then running down my shirt. "Ssh, don't speak, you're ruining my mood by speaking and such. Pesky little things feelings are, almost make me regret doing this to you and you're little friend there." With one final choked breath he shut his eyes forever.

I let his limp body drop to the ground as I turned to his friend. Small groans sounded from the boy on the ground. I smirked at him "Oh this is going to be fun." His eyes snapped open at the sound of my voice as he pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"P-please don't kill me. I promise I won't say anything. Just please spare me." He pleaded out to me, body shaking lightly from his position on the ground. I dropped down to my knees beside him.

"Now what would the fun in that be? I'll have you know that the best part of any killing is hearing that last final gasp of breath before the victims limp body collapses to the ground." I spoke to him, gently stroking his hair as he made pleas for his life.

"Please, I do anything just please do-"

"ENOUGH! Time to say goodbye." With that I drove a knife into his head. His body fell sideways, colliding with the ground and coming to a rest.

"Joshie, Joshie, Joshie you really know how to pick them don't you? Look at them so handsome even in death. Congratulations bud." A voice rang inside my head and I smiled.

"Glad to please."