Killer

Chapter 1

Drip...drip...

Before I knew it, the knife was penetrating the old man's stomach. I let go. Panicking. So many thoughts running through my head.

Why?
How?
Did he deserve it?
Did I deserve it?

No. Neither of us did. Suddenly he continued walking towards me. I backed up, our feet in sync.

"N-no! Stay away from me!" I shouted. At the same moment my foot lifted up and pushed him backwards. The weight of the fall causing the knife to loosen out of his body. "Not ever again!" I leaped on top of him, letting my humanity float away and almost completely disappear. I picked up the knife and started stabbing him continuously. Blood splattered all over my clothes. But what he was feeling...right in this moment..is nothing compared to what he put me through.

Alright. Let me explain. That little scene, yeah the one you just read, was only part of the story. That day...hour...second..I remember it so clearly. Sometimes too clear..so clear I wish I could physically rub it out of my mind. Well I basically did. Anyways, it was October 17th, 2021, at very early in the morning. That entire week was complete hell. Monday, 7:05am, I'm walking to school and I feel a presence. I think nothing of it and I move on. Tuesday, sometime when we, my family, are all away at school or work, someone breaks into our home, leaving a note behind reading,

This week will be hell for you
                          -somebody

Yes, scary I know. We contact police and they keep watch over our neighborhood. Wednesday, 5:27pm, I am at a party with some friends. I get kidnapped, and taken somewhere a few miles away. Thursday, sometime in the evening, my brother and father come looking for me...and fall right into his trap. Still Thursday, late at night, the man sets up two torture looking chairs right in front of where I am restrained. He shoves my big brother, Finnie, into the chair and next my father. He goes over to his machines and hooks up some thingy-ma-bobs. He then reaches for a handle, but suddenly stops, looking over at me.

"See? I told you this week would be hell." He half whispered in his rough voice. I started crying. "Awe, don't cry, sweetheart. It will cloud up your pretty little eyes and you won't be able to see what comes next!" He looked back down at the lever and pulls it. It then sent a shock through some wires..leading right to where Finnie and my father were strapped down.

I shut my eyes. But the screaming and crying made me shoot my eyes wide open.

"Damn you! Stop please! What have we done wrong to you!?" I screamed.

He laughed, "Oh, nothing. Its all in good fun!" He laughed again, this time instead of a sarcastic laugh it turned dark and psychotic. I continued to sob.

"Dad! Fin! No! Where's mom?" I yelled. Then, just in that moment, something happened that my eyes will never, ever forget. Finnie smiled at me. Through all the pain and crying he was pushing out, he smiled at me.

Smash.

My attention was taken over to the entrance. There was a figure. Before trying to identify it, I had realised time had passed and it was Friday. Then, my eyes focused on the figure...Mom!

She had a large knife in her hand and she was smiling a horrible smile..I have never seen my little, sweet, kind mother, look so...so scary.

"Connie!" She yelled in surprise.

"Mom!" I look over at the old man. He quickly grabs a knife and runs after my mom as she is heading over to me. He is suddenly right behind her. "Mom! Look o-"

Blood.

The blood of my mother is splattered on my face. She smiles into my eyes. And drops to the ground in front of me. I screamed.

Why did she smile?!

Then...I realised. My hands.

She cut the restraints on my hands right before..

I then knew, at that moment, what I had to do. Instead it panicking. Instead of crying, and letting this bastard win, I picked up the knife my mother was carrying and looked straight into his eyes and, feeling a small rush of happiness at the surprise in his eyes, I swung my knife as fast as I could, knocking his knife onto the floor, a few meters away. I got up, as I did so he started backing away. I stepped over my mother's limp body, feeling sadness within.

Then, before I knew it my knife was penetrating the man who ruined my life.

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