First Boy I Would Ever Kill

Short story pt. 4

My left hand reached to his shoulder before I realized what I was doing. I grazed his skin, and instantly he screamed. I had been tricked, and now the left over acid blood in my hand had burnt a nasty scar his left shoulder. Black eyes full of miserable tears and rage glared at me as he leveled his head with mine. He bared his teeth at me displaying his sharp, feline-like canines. Out of pure instinct and fear, I used all my willpower and strength left to force his head down. Having full access to the back of his neck, I pierced the kitchen knife right in the base of the skull, knowing that it would shut down the nervous system ́s brainstem. It would have been very hard to hit the spot since it is protected by the cranium. However, I was so terrified that the knife passed through his neck in a slick and fast forwards motion, drawing out blood, but stopping its flow. There were no screams.
He had no time to.
I was left in a dark room crying as I cradled a dead, stabbed, and bloody corpse in my burnt arms.

And that's the story about the first boy I would ever kill...

The End