Sam the Slasher

"Samuel? Why- why did you do this?!" Amy yelled as she walked into the classroom painted with the blood of her fellow dead classmates. Sam only stood there his right hand gripping his face he was crying, but at the same time, he was laughing not as if he had heard a joke; but it was an awkward laugh. His other hand contained the weapon it dripped with blood.

"Well, what the hell is yo-" she stopped when she heard Sam muttering something under his breath.

"Its over...Its finally over...im not the monster it's not my fault i...i-" His voice seem to flee when his blood caked eyes met with Amy's horror filled eyes.

One week earlier

"Mother I don't see why we needed to move...we were fine where we used to be," Samuel stated as he took his last bag out of the car tossing in on the living room floor.

"I just thought we needed a change of pace that's all," She lied to her son he knew due to his dad, she couldn't keep up with rent, but he didn't want to break her heart even if he knew the truth he simply shut his mouth and took his bag upstairs to his room and began to unpack.

"So your just gonna except that she lied to you?" A voice asked lightly. Instead of looking around Samuel bit his lip.

"Even if I said anything she's just trying to protect me even if it meant lying I don't blame her I would have done the same," Samuel retorted as he finished unpacking.

"Yeah I know but you have a voice in your head so who knows what you would do hehe," 

"Shut it Sam or ill ignore you, even if she couldn't pay rent how the heck can she get me into a privet school?" He asked as he flopped on the bed.

"Maybe she's fucking the-" 

"I'm warning you do not cross the line," Samuel's voice gaining base .

"OK ok, your right but I can tell you its gonna be hard fitting in," Sam said as Samuel looked into his mirror seeing his ghost standing behind him gently floating there. Samuel looked at his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, He then started to stare at his hand, his hazel complexion although it was all natural his mother having the blond hair  and blue eyes while he got his father's complexion, only a few were born the way he was; Samuels question was it a good thing or bad thing.

"So your first day of school is tomorrow huh ill be honest I have a bad feeling about this."

"I promise to be careful after all you have my back so everything will be just fine I trust you, Sam," Samuel said as his vision slowly drifted in and out until complete darkness.

Samuel found himself swallowed by darkness, he heard screams in the distant but couldn't place a direction on where to go, blood danced all over hands still wet and warm, was this real he thought...no it couldn't be real Samuel started to shake not from fear, nor was he scared as he noticed a corps on the floor it was his father dead body on the ground, the pocket knife gouged in his gut.

"You worthless piece of shit you or your whore a mother will be shit you know that!" the corpse said getting up blood leaked from his mouth, his gut, even his eyes.

"Stay away...I mean it stay away from mother!" Samuel yelled stepping backward,the next thing he knew he was falling back against the wall, Fear now slowly eating him away.

"YOU HAVE TO GET THE GUN TO YOUR RIGHT SAMUEL!" the voice seem to exclaim in his head.

"I'm taking you to hell along with me aye boy," His father said as he yanked the knife out of his gut and made his way slowly to Samuel.

"You have to get the gun you don't want to die do you get the gun!" the voice seem to shake the fear from Samuel enough to get the gun, but pulling the trigger was the whole different task as he aimed it at his dad.