Gore-A-Thon

Blinded by Evil

K.C. sat in her living room, staring lifelessly at the wall, thinking hard about what she did earlier that day.

"You realize what you did right? You could go to jail," Kira ranted, but K.C. didn't seem to be listening.

"That dang acid, you won't even listen to me now," Kira sighed. K.C. rolled her eyes, getting up and heading towards the staircase.

"Where are you going?" Kira asked.

"Up to my room, where else?" K.C. snapped, continuing up the stairs, leaving Kira in the silence of the living room.

K.C. went up to her room, locking the door behind her and plopping down on her bed.

She stared up at the ceiling, washed from all thoughts, just silence. She didn't know what to do, how to react, what to say, or what to think.

She couldn't seem to process the fact that she could murdered her best friend in the worse way possible and what made it worse was that she did it in front of a whole room of people.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a knock on the door, followed by her dad calling her name.

"What do you want?" K.C. scolded.

"Your mother told me what happened today on your mission, can you please just let me in so we can talk?" Craig said from the other side of the door. The door opened, but not because K.C. opened it. She imagined it, then it happened, but she didn't know how. Her dad didn't even acknowledge it.

He sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her, but she continued to stare at the ceiling.

"We can get you help, K.C. We can get this acid out of your system and you'll be better again, everything will be all right," Craig spoke softly, but the soft act wasn't fooling K.C. as she shot up, gripping Craig's throat.

"All right? I turned my friends head into a smoothie, that's no where close to alright!" K.C. yelled, startling Craig.

"Hey, hey, K.C., sweetie, calm down. Let go," Craig said gently, trying to remove her hand from his neck, but that just caused her to squeeze it tightly and make him gasp for air.

"No."

Ernie then came in, his intentions were to ask his dad a question but he was stunned as seen K.C. holding Craig's throat, not even acknowledging him walk in the room.

"K-K.C.? What are you doing?" Ernie asked shakily.

She slowly turned her head to look at Ernie, her eyes now had a red-ish color to them which blended with the brown.

"I suggest you leave, or you'll end up just like this," K.C. threatened, growling.

"But-"

Next thing Ernie knew, cold hands were gripping his neck as tight as ever, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"K.C., stop this," Craig said, slowly stepping towards the two of them.

"Get any closer, and you'll have his blood all over your hands, literally," she threatened again, but Craig didn't listen, he just wanted her to calm down, but that wasn't what he was getting.

He took one step closer, and next thing he knew, blood was everywhere and Ernie was dead in his arms. K.C. was no where in sight, but Kira appeared in the doorway, gasping.

"What did you do?!" Kira exclaimed, but all Craig could do was sit there in shock.

"I-It wasn't me, it was K.C.," Craig finally spat out all at once.

"K.C.?! She's not even in here, why would you blame this on your own daughter?!" Kira continued yelling.

"Because he's not lying," a deep, demonic, and threatening voice sounded from behind Kira. As she turned around, she seen K.C., bloody, bruised, and her eyes filled with evil and hate.

"Oh my god," Kira uttered.

"Night night," K.C. whispered before taking the sharp knife in her hands to slash Kira's eyes, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Now you won't see me murder you, but he will," she grinned, looking up at Craig, before raising her knife again and plunging it into Kira's forehead, sending blood trickling down her face. K.C. licked her lips and laughed at the agony of both Craig and Kira.

She ripped the knife out only to plunge it back into another part of her head. She continued to do so until Kira's face was full of wounds. K.C. dropped the knife, putting both of her cold bloody hands on each side of Kira's head, pulling with all her might until her skin and skull slipped away, revealing her brain.

Craig gagged, making K.C. grin.

"I guess no one has to make lunch, I got my own," K.C. says before seizing Kira's brain from her head, letting her body fall to the carpet. The brain squished and slid around in her hands, requiring for her to grip onto it tightly to prevent it from slipping out of her hands. K.C. sunk her teeth into the brain, letting the chewy texture slide and squish between her teeth.

The taste satisfied whatever was inside of her as the blood dripped from her mouth. Craig watched in disgust as K.C. continued the feast on the brain, smacking loudly on her fresh meal. She grew more satisfied with each bite, but she knew this wasn't enough to fill her up.

She ate every last bite until it was just blood in her hands, then she looked over at lifeless little Ernie.

"No, no, K.C. don't," Craig pleaded, holding Ernie's lifeless body.

"Try to stop me and you'll be my next meal," she threatened, snatching Ernie by his foot and pulling him close to her. She growled demonically before ripping his shirt open and sinking her sharp nails into his stomach.

She ripped his skin away, revealing his bones and insides.

"Yum," she licked her lips, admiring the odor of his revealed intestines and guts. She grabbed a handful, snatching it out, and shoving it all into her mouth, biting down on every last piece until there was none left in her hands.

Running out of patience to use her hands, she dove her face into his stomach, devouring his insides. She slurped and chewed loudly on her bloody meal, belching every once in a while. Her unusually sharp teeth bit down on every bit of meat until it was just mush, swallowing it with one big gulp.

She continued to eat until Ernie's body was completely empty. She sucked some of the blood and meat off of his bones, wiping her mouth when done.

She looked up at Craig, who was frozen in fear.

"When you're blinded by evil, anything satisfies you."

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Do you agree with K.C.? Did this make your skin crawl? Did you wanna puke? If so, GOOD.

Happy Gore-A-Thon! (And sorry if this was too much gore)