Bloody Hatchet - Original Story

The Attack

Jason picked up the pocket knife. "So, looks who's being dangerous now."

His smirk was evil. "Let's go Alice." Mason said warningly. I didn't move an inch. "Alice, we need to go now." He said again, this time grabbing my hand.

"If he wants a fight, let him have one. I know his secret."

"What secret?"

"Yeah, Alice. What secret?" Jason said mockingly. I felt a burning sensation rise up in me. I was about to break out of sanity.

"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS! YOUR A TERRORIST! I'LL KILL YOU!" I screamed. "YOU KILLED THOUSANDS!" He smirked.

"Of course I did. They deserved it," he said, "And I knew you and your poor little parents were there. I was doing them a favour. I was getting rid of you... The mistake." All of what was left of my sanity left me. He tried to stab me but I grabbed both of his hands and snapped his bones. I took the pocket knife from him. He fell down and before he could get back up I punched him multiple times in the head. Now Jason had a broken nose. He tried to take the knife but I stabbed him in between the eyes. He was dead. I was a killer.