He brought the hand axe down on the boys arm and bared his teeth ever so slightly as the boy cried out in pain, and thrashed around in the chair he was bound to.
After he lifted the axe again, the boys limb fell to the floor and Brent felt the blade of it slowly. Blood coated his fingers and he lifted them to his nose before inhaling the scent of the deep red substance. A satisfied grin curled his lips and he looked over at the boy.
The boy watched as the blood poured from his fresh wound, his eyes filled with absolute terror. Brent eventually licked the blood off his fingers and shrugged. "I've tasted better."
The boys face contorted into an even more horrified look, and he was losing blood faster with each passing second. Suddenly, Brent dropped the knife and went wide eyed. He stared at the blood coating his hands and clothes in utter horror and shock "What have I done?" His hands shook as he clenched them, feeling the thick blood drip from between his fingers. It wasn't him who had done it...
Rationality, logically, it really was him. Just his other personality, the one that haunted Brent at night.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." Brent put his hands out in front of him apologetically.
"W-what? You're fucking sorry?!" The boy choked out through sobs. He dropped his head in defeat, knowing he would surely bleed out.
"It wasn't me! It wasn't..." Brent paced the floor, running his blood covered hands through his slicked back hair.
"You're fucking crazy, man! Let me go!" The boy yelled, his voice cracking a little at the end.
He was back, he was coming back. "I'm not crazy!" Brent screamed clenching his hair in his fists and dropping to his knees. But then he stopped, everything seemed to freeze. Brent stood up and his eyes became dark and full of danger again.
"On second thought...I think I am." He smirked and picked up the axe, walking towards the boy again.
