Phoenix's P.O.V
The sun was setting and the wind was blowing at a comfortable breeze while, I'm here being held captive. So sad, it was such a nice day too. One idiot held my arms back while another got ready to punch me. The goon holding me was named Jake and his buddy getting ready to hit me was named Drayton. Two boys I've known since grade school. And they've always bullied me. But they are the weakest bullies I know, so today has been good to me.
Jake is a skinny blonde kid with freckles and spiked up hair. He wore shorts and t-shirts and sneakers to show he didn't give a crap about much. Drayton on the other hand, he was a bit different. Wore leather jackets and black tight jeans. He had brown hair and was taller then both Jake and I. He had glasses and an obnoxious voice to every word he said.
So the two wanted to beat me up to let out some stress and I may of accidentally on purpose pissed them off. Just saying. I didn't try to fight my restraints, I just let it happen. I knew how this was going to go down. They could punch me, break my bones, I don't really care. I can't feel any of the pain. It's all just routine at this point.
So around second grade some kid pushed my off the top of the playground and I hit the ground hard. Cracked my head open. And sense I was so young, the pain I felt was unbearable. So something in me sort of snapped, all of the sudden the pain in my head disappeared. And since then I haven't felt any kind of physical pain. And no I don't feel any emotional pain either, that also disappeared. Now I'm an emotionless being with no compassion or mercy for anyone, who can't feel pain.
Drayton swung a punch to my pale face. Blood came through my nose while my teeth clamped down on the inside of my cheek. Totally shredded my inside cheek. Blood spilled through the cut but I didn't mind. I couldn't feel it. Except I did taste the blood, but I taste this like everyday so no big deal. I spit some blood out and glared up at Drayton, I wanted to test him. "That all you got?" I asked in a taunting manner. Drayton growled, shaking his fist next to his head.
I smirked, that evil and careless look in my eye. "You little shi--" "Drayton, just punch it again." Jake growled, emphasizing the word 'it'. "I have a name you know." I reminded. "And we care beca--" Drayton looked ahead, further then Jake and I and his face contorted into a look of pure fear only seconds later.
"Holy-- Holy shit." The teenager stumbled out. His eyes widened before he took off. A trail of dust behind him as he fled. Jake took a look back before muttering the 'F' word and letting me go. He then took off with his friend. I wonder what they saw that was so terrifying. I mean this has been happening since like two or three days ago, bullies always run away before finishing the job. I took a look back, my hair swaying against my shoulders; only to see nothing but the border line of trees that surrounded our high school. But I did see some fresh blood being mixed in with the sand and gravel from the ground. 'What the hell?' I thought.
But being me, I wasn't scared or bothered by the sight, just shrugged it off and went to retrieve my bag. I then headed home. It was around 4 or 5 so the sun was just about to be setting but not exactly. I love Autumn, but only for that reason. Because I hate the summer but I also hate winter. And spring is too cheerful. I walked home at a leisurely pace because I was tired. I mean it's not like my parents will notice that I'm a bit late. They never pay attention to me as it is, only when I do something bad or they get a call home because some kid told the office I had a bloody nose. Which was rare, I'm good at cleaning up the blood quickly and not leaving any trace it was there.
As I neared my house I got my keys ready in case my parents weren't home. They usually were though. Which means no blasting my 'emo' music at all. I made my way to my door seeing my mom's car but not my dad's. "Dad must still be at work." I noted to myself, seeing as no one else is here with me. I tried the door knob to find it locked. "But isn't mom home?" I asked the air. No one of course answered sense I'm alone.
Instead of over thinking it, I just decided to go in. I unlocked the door and headed into my house. I took off my shoes and dropped my bag off by the coat rack and headed into the kitchen, announcing myself.
"I'm home." I called out to whoever is home. No response. Guess I'm home alone. "Mom, I'm home." I tried one last time getting no answer so I headed to the living room. I turned on the family Xbox and grabbed a controller and headed to the YouTube app to blast some of my music so I can do some homework. I placed down the controller to turn up the base speakers to hear good quality 'emo' music. I don't really care for stereotypes but hey I can call it 'emo' music if I want. Doesn't mean anything.
I put on the song Mama from my chemical romance and let it play while I went to grab my bag from the door. But as I passed the kitchen, I find a note taped to the island. "How did I not notice that?" I asked myself going towards the paper. I picked up the note and read it.
Dear Maddox
Your father and I are shopping be home soon, we took his car so don't be alarmed that my car is here but I'm not.
Love mom
I rolled my eyes and put the note down and went and grabbed my bag. I then went back to the living singing along to the song playing.
Jeff The Killer's P.O.V
4 or 5 o'clock and I'm in a tree watching a redhead get beaten up. Not that the redhead was some random person, no it was my next victim. I've been watching the teen for about three days now and every time they keep getting beaten up. I always gotta jump in and scare the dicks who threaten to hurt my victim away. Very quite annoying if I must say so.
The first punch was delivered. This is about as far as I let it go. I hopped out of the tree and took a few steps forward. I made eye contact with the wimp in front of my victim. Of course they ran away, I'm terrifying. Then waited for the restrainer to see me then they ran away as well. The two left a trail of dust in their wake. I went back into hiding before my victim could see me though. That's for tonight.
This is actually the longest I've stalked and vetted a victim before. Wonder why. There's nothing entertaining about this teenager. Same as the rest, just a bit more bullying then the other kids.
I watched as the redhead headed home. Then followed of course. Earlier I watched the parents leave so my victim was all alone in that big, empty house. Now would be a perfect time to slaughter them, then make them look beautiful. But I'm a patient man I can wait for nightfall.
I smiled wider at the thoughts of mutilating this kid. I smiled wider then the smile already in my face.
Tonight will be fun
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Phoenix The Killer [On Hold]
FanfictionMaddox, or should I say Phoenix; Is a 13 year old outcast. Bullied everyday just for being there, everywhere she goes; home, school even the freaking grocery store. But her fate is altered when she's hand picked to be killed by a certain ominous unk...