Random short story's

Beautiful Fire (creepy story)

Don't read if you don't like creepy horror/murder/ lots of blood story's.

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I closed my eyes.

I could feel the power flowing through my fingertips.

My head was clearer than it had been in weeks.

I knew what I had to do.

Without even realising it I had picked up the knife next to me, I could feel it's cold blade craving blood.

But that wasn't my plan.

I had been forming my plan for years now. I wanted, no needed to show the world that I wasn't to be messed with. To be bullied and ridiculed. I had been planing on tearing them appart. So far apart they could never be put back together again.

I opened my eyes and stared into the mirror. My black hair was a mess, my dark eyes stared soullessly back, my pale skin brought out my dark scars and bruises on my neck. I looked down to see my hands still covered in warm dark blood, the cuts down my wrists prominent in the half light. I stared fascinated at a drop of blood as it rolled down my arm from my blue vein and gravity lead it into the pristine white sink. I reached over and turned on the tap. It stuttered a bit but then the limescale gave way to clear freezing water. In minutes no liquid except that of the water was anywhere in sight.

I turned off the tap and rolled down my sleeves. My hoddie was covered in random sports of dark paint, a few drops of blood went unnoticed. I slipped the knife in my pocket, you can never be to carful, and left the bathroom.

My small one bedroomed flat was open planed so my table, oven and coolbag that represented my kitchen was in the corner of the room, my laptop and gaming chair was in another and my small bed was in the other by the door. The covers and blankets were strewn over the floor along with my clothing and the shards of glass from the picture frames with photos featuring my cheating now ex-girlfriend.

The place was a mess from my temper tantrum where she confessed to me and then had the nerve to say it was my fault. Most of the stuff was thrown out to the window that was now boarded up leaving the only light to come from a single small light bulb swaying from the celling. The darkness was calming, most people associate darkness with the devil, having met her personally I know daylight is when she shines.

Darkness is just an excuse for beatings, self harming, harassment, false love, cruel eyes and soft murder.

I stepped on a small card with 'James and Sharron forever' written inside a love heart. I walked over and picked up a backpack filled with petrol cans, solvent sprays and alcohol I slung it over my shoulder and turned on the gas in the oven onto low then walked over to the window and picked up a cigarette lighter. I put it in my pocket and removed the board covering the shattered glass of the window, it was after midnight and nobody was about to see me climb out onto the fire escape, tearing my jeans as I went and causing enougher carisade of blood to fall making me smiled at the sight of it.

I glanced around and then slipped my hood up so that only my mouth, stained with poison slipped to me by my only friend, could be seen and turned to the problem at hand.

I picked up my cotton bed sheet and clicked the lighter igniting it, then I replaced the board over the window and climbed down the rickety fire escap that would never survive a fire. I walked down the unlit streets to Sharron's house keeping an eye out for any passers by. But there wasn't a soul awake and up.

In the distance a wolf howled at the moon as it came out from behind a cloud showing the shadows of nonexistent men and lighting the way for the ghosts to come and kill, for witches to brew their potions. A hand skeltion hand reached up through the soft wet ground before being dragged back down to the icy depths of hell.

I stopped outside the green door and smiled at the brass door knocker, then slipped the spare key out from behind it and let myself in. The house was quiet and for a second I was worried that she wasn't in, then I spotted her keys and phone on the side by the coat rack and I sighed in relief.

Then I got to work.

By the time solvent sprays and alcohol had run out it was almost dawn but I was confident that the whole house, minus Sharron's room, was covered in flammable material, then I opened the petrol and splashed a bit in each room leaving me with two jerry cans. Then I turned on all the gas in the house and made my way upstairs picking up a long piece of rope along the way.

She always looked beautiful when she slept and for a second I just stared at her and took in her beauty. Her soft skin and rosy lips, her lush blond hair flowing over her pillow. I took in my fill and opened the petrol can, dousing the intricate walls with the dark liquid, until I used up the entirety of the can before turning back to Sharron.

I pulled out the rope and loosely tied her hands to the bed posts and wrapped the rope around her waist. She smiled slightly and mumbled softly in her sleep, I picked up the petrol and splashed it over me before pulling out my knife.

I wanted her to see this.

The blood rolled down her arms and stained the bed sheets as she awoke screaming.

"Sharron." I murmured and she stared at me in horror as I poured what was left of the petrol over her body. Paralysed with fear she didn't do anything, I watched the blood flow freely, I rolled up my sleeves so she could see as the blade plunged deep into my rotting flesh and then pulled out the lighter.

"No." She said. "NO!" I smiled and clicked it.

The flame flickered in the air between us, beautiful and fragile.

In this form it wasn't even big enough to burn away the tension, I doubted even a carving knife could do that.

The silver blade stained with the evidence of life was held loosely at my side, our blood dripping on the ground together the way it should be, causing the only sound to be heard.

The silver of the cigarette lighter reflected me so I could see the flickering flame in my eyes and then I dropped it.

The last thing I heard was her screams of pain and misery as she paid for what she did.

It was sweet music to my ears.

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My songs know what you did in the darkness (light 'em up) by Fallout boy was what I was listening to while writing this. I don't even know if I'll publish it. Title is SuperBatman4's.