My name is Jake. Jake... A pretty stupid name for a Cannibal if you ask me but I digress. Names don't matter... Well not to me anymore. I just need to eat the mouth-watering, stomach filling flesh. It's so fun to claw into someone's skin as they scream for my mercy. To make them watch as I slowly bring the knife into their sides in a slow, taunting manner. Their hot, red blood oozing out of the sides of their sides before slowly hacking their legs off with my rusted hack saw. And finally ripping their eyes out and eating them like a cake-pop! I just need another taste of flesh. For someone to walk up to my door. So I can eat and be full again for at least a month.
It has been weeks since I've tasted the delicious flesh of a human and it's driving me mad! I just need a bite to eat... Just one bite. Scanning the perimeter, searching for someone to "accidentally" stumble into my house. So many people have come here, but they've never left. And it's all their fault. They were the one's who broke into my home, they were the one's who called me a monster. I'm not a monster... Just misunderstood, mistreated, and hungry. I remember when I started to crave the flesh and blood of a human. It was... Exhilarating once I had a taste. I had been starving for weeks, I begged for my food, I lived in that stupid cardboard box on the street. Until they arrived and then they were those stupid, monstrous so called friends of mine. They yanked me by my hair, beat me with that stupid baseball bat, and nearly broke three ribs. They used to be my friends, people I trusted but now that I think about it... I really did enjoy killing them. I yanked one of them down, my hunger overcoming me. I practically crawled over the monster before sinking my teeth into the flesh of it's throat. Blood splurted out his throat as I tore his skin off, slowly peeling it away so I could hear his gurgled screams of terror. Adrenaline coursed through my body as I ate more of him. The flesh of his shoulder, arms, and so on as I enjoyed every second of it. After eating my short meal, I sat up slowly, hearing the monsters' cries for help. They were gone soon enough. Sirens filled the air as I slowly limped to the broken box. I picked it up before slowly walking.
Just walking, the rain starting to pour down and the only clothes I had covered in blood. Their blood. After a while I had gotten down from my adrenaline high and I was exhausted. I just wanted some sleep. I looked around for a place to stay the night and found a house. The house I live in now. The grass blades were up to my knees, windows shattered, old boards withered away. Yep. This place was perfect for hiding away from the storm. I stayed there that night. Then it turned to days, then to weeks, and so on and so forth. Feeling my stomach gurgling I rub it slightly, wanting to taste someone's or something's flesh. "Shh.. Shh.. " I murmur as if trying to soothe my stomach, " The food will arrive soon enough..."
Minutes felt like hours as I waited for someone to walk to my door seeking for shelter, bringing me mail, or breaking into my house. A knock came from downstairs and I practically flew down the stairs, eager for my prey to walk into my door. I somehow managed to pace myself so I didn't seem too eager. I look outside to see a blue eyed, red-haired female about 5'7 in height and about the average weight of a normal teenager around my age. Then there was a lanky 6'5 tall boy, standing next to her, his arm wrapped around her waist. His head was full of dark, auburn hair, his eyes were a sea green, a bit on the chunky side and looked around the same age as her. Opening my door, I welcome them in. Pumped with adrenaline, I ask if they needed a place to stay or to at least 'hang out' for a while. The boy spoke up first, "Yeah, I do need a place to stay since... Mom and Dad kicked me out...." I felt the monster inside my soul squeal with unmistaken joy as he said those words.
"Well," A soft-flavorful heart-like voice filled my ears making me shiver a bit, "I'll head home. Love you babe." I felt something snap when she said that, w-what is this feeling! I should just kill her along with him! But... Why do I... Want her with me? I shouldn't feel this way!
