Love the gore in this chapter
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I went to my bathroom to wash the sword off. The blood was mixing in with the tap water. I wiped the sword off. The blood was on my clothes. I don't know why, but I licked it. It tasted good. It was irony and made my tongue red. I must say that red looked good with my complexion. I was pale, so it made me look more colorful, it made me look more alive. It could've also been the adrenaline rush.
I started to weigh the pro's and con's of killing my parents. My dad couldn't pay for my data plan. The water and power would eventually stop, so I would have to go somewhere else. Cable bills would eventually come in, and taxes. At some point people will notice something is wrong. I had to leave. People would also investigate the murder, and I would be a suspect.
On the other hand, they cant haunt me anymore, they cant yell or beat me. Im free now. And theres nothing holding me back. And killing them was an amazing feeling. The sword plunging through their necks. I could feel as the sword as it hit their skin(slicing it) their muscles(slicing it) and their bones(slicing it as well). It was like a slow- rising squishy except 50 times better. Like when you play baseball and you hit the ball perfectly, but also 50 times better.
Yeah, pro's win. I like being parentless. And it's quite peaceful now, just doing what the voice said was what I should've done in the first place.
Alright I'll leave this place tonight. If I'm gonna leave tonight, I need to prepare the house for the police. I took a knife and cut a snake shaped line down my arm and stitched it up with my moms sewing set. The stitches were red. I decided that I might as well do that while making the police think i'm dead. I wanted a new look to suit my new personality. I didn't wash the knife off, I just put it right next to my dad. The police would the track the DNA down to me. My blood on a knife right next to my dad on his bed, it makes him look guilty of killing me.
After the police start to think I'm dead they'll look for a body to confirm it. So, I'll just make it look like my parents burnt it. I went to my fire place and squeezed some blood from my fresh cuts into it. I put a match into the fire and watched as my own blood burned. It was pretty.
Then, the police would need an explanation for who killed my parents. A burglar of course. I broke the window to the backyard. I also took some stuff from the safe and some food. I would just sell the stuff for some money. And the food, I would obviously eat it.
I packed some clothes and some of my weapons. My sword and a kitchen knife. I went to the garage and looked at my dads motorcycle, I wanted to drive it. I knew how to so i got on and figured out how to hot wire it. I opened the garage with my stuff on my back and left. I drove on my (no longer my dads) bike until, I figured out were I should go. I decided to go to the forest I went to as a kid. Slender forest.
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Hello everyone! I hoped you liked the chapter. Also I'm sorry its so short. Tell me if you liked it or if there was anything you would change in the comments. Also if you didn't think there was enough gore for a warning, just saying my friend told me to write it. Edited by Ambercat5555
-meh🐱
