I lay down on my bed staring towards the ceiling of my small room a small pocket knives in my hand that i twirled in between my fingers i almost dropping it about four times on my face. my head was turning with dark thoughts filled my head as they all ways do.
"Kyle! come down here this instant!" My mom yelled her nagging voice. i sigh, swing my legs over the side of the bed and push my blade shut. calmly i walk down the stairs to the living room.
"what mom." i ask blank expression on my face.
"you need to stop pl-" mom was cut off by someone jumping through the window casing it to shatter. the strange man bolted over to my mother and held a knife to her neck.
"you kid come with me or the lady gets it." the man inched the knife closer to my mom. my hand carefully opened my knife so the small blade was fully extend.
"keep off of my mother." i growl. hands sightly shaking.
"wrong cho-Ahg!"i cut him off with a blade to the neck, cutting deep into the flesh,blood spilled out. but my move meant wasn't quick enough. my mom was lying on the floor, limp as a rag doll.
"no, MOM! NO" i screech. rage filled my body. i grabbed the knife that was in the man's hand before bring it to his head.
"DIE DIE DIE DIE!" i yell out in rage as i make multiple stab wounds to his head. after a solid 5 minutes i calmed myself down. something about that... i got up on my feet a crooked smile plastered across my face. was fun!
"hehahah! EHHahaha! HEAHAHAHAH!" my laugh echo through the house. shackley i stagger up to my room. I grabbed my silver cloak off my shelf, securing it on my person. my wicked laugh never left me.
"Now Time to have MORE FUN! HAHAHA"
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SilverHood
Mystery / ThrillerThis is me.. there's no way to change that, At least that's what i thought. ~~~~ Kyle Joule Creep a hooded murderer. no one knew that it was him. his masked name was SilverHood. He thought no one could help he until he meet a small group of friend...
