The Over-Protective Boyfriend

Stained

1...

A little boy sat and cried in a pool of blood. Every tear drop hit the floor, mixing in with the beautiful red color of the liquid spilling from the bodies of the dead.

"Mommy, don't die!" He cried. Frantic attempts at reviving his mother didn't work. He kept telling himself, "She's not dead. Only asleep. If I give her a hug and lay down with her, she'll wake up." even though he knew deep down inside that it wasn't true.

"Father! Don't lose your way! That's not where you're meant to go. Be happy with Mother. Don't worry about me. I won't see you in heaven, but please remember me as your son even if I'm not there with you" He smiled as he looked down at his dead parents. How pretty they looked covered in red.

2...

A funeral. The boy sat and looked at the coffin that held his parents. Too ashamed to sit further up, he watched from a distance and held back the tears that threatened to fall. He even watched with sorrow as the coffin was lowered into the ground and buried by dirt. He'd go to that grave every day and leave flowers.

Everyone dies at one point. What was the difference in just killing them now? He told himself that, but it was different if it was someone you cared about right? Even then, they never cared about you. If they weren't labeled as a bad person then they would just abandon you. That's what fueled his anger and caused him to lash out on his parents. He was never discovered as the murderer and so he hid from everybody.

3...

With nobody to celebrate his birthday with, he made a cake himself and set up everything. He sang his birthday song and blew out the candles. It was almost as if he really was dead. Nobody gathered to have fun with him and make him feel happy. Nobody really cared. The boy sat outside of his house and everybody walked past. He was seen as someone who didn't belong, but they were wrong. He considered himself a filthy pig just like the rest of them yet they were right in a way. At least they weren't murderers.

Night soon came and he was left to sleep outside while the rain fell. He loved the rain. Why? The rain would blend in so nobody could ever tell when he was crying. So nobody will ever know the pain that he would endure every day. A pain that turned into nothing but burning hatred for himself. Happy birthday, even though nobody was around to see.

4...

So he chose. A happy couple was kidnapped by this boy and taken hostage. They cried and cried, but nothing happened. No matter who they called for, no one would help them. It's the cruelty of this world and even he didn't want to go through it. The beauty of death was something to be admired. The woman would become a doll. She will be a vision.

So he forced the man to watch as the woman's skin was peeled and she was given deep cuts only to make the pain worse by pouring lemon juice into them. She screamed in agony and it was like music to his ears. A sweet melody that would help him sleep at ease.

He decided to let the man go, only to see that the man had gone insane from the amount of time he'd been down in the basement and tortured along with the death of his beloved wife. The only thing anybody got out of him was the word "Monster" and that's exactly what everyone saw him as. Even he himself thought the same. If only he could change how this world worked. Maybe that time wouldn't replay in his mind and cause him to spiral down even further into darkness.

5...

The bodies piled up as he stood and breathed heavily. He started to slip away from the hatred and started to enjoy the killing of others. The neighbors knew what was going on in that house, but they also knew that if they told anyone that they'd die. He smirked at the cowards who walked by his house, running due to fear that he'd come out and chase them.

"They're weak. Disgusting, worthless, useless, filthy, lowly, cowardly pigs. It disgusts me that humans like this exist. Why don't they just die?"

And so they did.

6...

The taste of blood was so amazing. The copper taste was nasty and delicious all at the same time. Us humans are filled with this? It was exciting to him. Blood spilled into his mouth and he took a huge gulp of it all. So satisfying. So Beautiful. So Tasty. He was only tasting the blood of the dead yet he couldn't help but dance the dance of life. He dropped to the ground and his limbs went numb. He couldn't feel anything but pleasure. That was all he wanted and all he needed.

7...

He sat and admired as the blood trickled down his leg from the cut he gave himself. How pretty. Even though the blood coursing through his veins was the same as the rest of ugly blood flowing through the rest of these humans, he just wanted to lick it all up. He wanted to devour a human body and lap up all of their ugly but delicious blood. If only he could.

8...

"You want to know about him? asked a girl. The boy nodded and begged for his sister to tell him everything She stopped him and promised her beloved brother that she would get exactly as he wished, though the consequence was very harsh on her appetite. They were only children. How sad.

9...

He couldn't handle it. He was only a step away from breaking down. Who did he turn into? He didn't know. He was going insane. "Help!" was all that he could scream. Sadly, just like the happy couple, nobody came. Yes, this world is cruel and nobody will help you. Everyone fights only to save themselves. Why must it be like this?

He slowly lost himself as darkness swallowed him whole. Even a glimpse of light was forbidden. The darkness was soon going to lead to his death and the bright light of hope was far away. He'd never be able to reach it and so he stayed where he was. Chained to darkness, never to leave.

10...

Someday he'd be able to find someone who he could trust. That's what he wanted to believe but he knew that nobody could be trusted. Humans were so hard to understand so all he could do was just stop trying. He grabbed a knife and held it up. He ran towards the person who betrayed him, saying that he would protect the little boy for as long as he lived, and stabbed him. It was so satisfying to see the guts spill onto the floor so he gave him even more wounds. The pieces of paper into them and they all said two or three words.

"Broken Angel"

"Death of Crow"

Knowing that his past would be stained with despair, he was devoured by the warmth called darkness. Nobody could save him now. Everything would be okay if he just stayed calm, but nobody came to visit him. So now he was left to talk to the only ones he had left.

The voices mixing around in his head. Slowly tearing him to shreds.

"Remember those times, count to ten and open your eyes. Now it will all be okay. I'm here with you Claude"

He opened his eyes only to see Sebastian. They'll never come back. No matter how hard he tried. So all he had to do was forget.

"So kill him."