The Never Ending Cycle

Beginning of Bloodshed

"HA!" Yelled the same boy. Man, I was not liking his cocky attitude one bit. "What the fuck are you gonna' do with that knife? Bake me a cake?" The other teens laughed.

"Yeah." I replied confidently, "With your damn insides." That wiped the smiles off their faces.

"You are one sick little kid y'know that? I suggest you leave now before you get hurt. You'll be late for your bedtime kiddo!" The blonde girl replied arrogantly.

"Fuck you, whore." I growled venomously at her. She gasped in a fake; hurt manner and came towards me. I took my opportunity and grabbed a fistfull of her blonde locks and pulled her violently down to my height before jamming my blade in her throat. She coughed and spluttered blood on my face and Andrews mothers jumper. It didn't bother me at all. I took a hold of her shoulder and pushed her on the floor to die there. I looked back up at them, the once cocky tough boy had a look of pure fear on his face, I could almost spot a tear there.

"Not so tough now, are we?" I said, breaking the deadly silence as their eyes were glued to their friend who was still currently taking her last breaths as she fought a pointless battle in hopes she may survive.

"Oh my gosh, Bonnie!" The brunette screamed before kneeling to her friends side.

"You're not going to save her." I snarled. "She's done." Although, they didn't listen. They crowded around her whilst reassuring her with false hope that she was going to be fine. One boy got out his phone and began dialling a number. I assumed it was the police, he wouldn't get far. There was no reception out here. Dumbass.

"You motherfucker!" The brunette screamed and charged at me. I ducked under her arm and came up behind her and pushed her into the wall, she yelled in pain and I felt someone grab my shoulder, I turned and looked the cocky boy in the face. He raised his fist and I did the same with my knee. Hitting him in his crotch. He fell to his knees clutching where my knee had hit. I then raised an old ornument of my grandfathers on a nearby shelf and slammed it over his head. He was nocked clean out.

My attention was brought back to the other boys cowering and begging for me to spare their lives. They were stood back up against the wall, terrified looks of fear on their faces. They looked so regretful, "Please, please don't kill us please! We're sorry!" One said.

"You know what?" I asked him.

"W-what?" The boy whimpered in reply.

"That's just what they all say." I replied and tightened my grip on my knife as I slowly made my way towards them to continue my bloody work.