Sam's Dark Side [Samgladiator's Yandere High School]- DISCONTINUED

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Sam's POV

No...

I'm not going back...I can't go back.

THEY CAN'T MAKE ME. TAURTIS.

I need Taurtis.

"Where's Taurtis..."

I turned around and saw my buddy crouched on the ground. I wonder what's wrong.

"Please...I'm not Taurtis..."

"Taurtis...You're acting crazy buddy...Just calm down and we could go back to playing gamecrab!" I said fiddling a bloody knife in my hand.

"I'm not insane...You are!" He yelled looking up at me, feeling my heart ache.

I twitched and looked around, the blood of peoples bodies around me and Yuki stabbing Invader repeatedly with her. Such an obedient girl.

I grabbed Taurtis' face and sniffed his hair. Ahh...That sweet smell...My Taurtis...

"Please stop Sam!" Taurtis said with his voice cracking and tears running down his pale cheeks. He was usually tan but he sadly caught an English cold which also made him have a British accent. I let go and gave him a big grin.

"Samm...Could you take me to the movies after this?" Yuki said gripping my arm. Ugh...And she's getting more blood on me. "I'm bored..."

"Fine...Whatever sweetie," I said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I just need to fix Taurtis...Go back to playing with her or something"

"Sam you have completely lost it," he said trying to back up but I grabbed his leg pulling him closer. "A-And...W-What do you mean fix?"

"Hold still my buddy..." I said aiming my knife to his chest. "This might hurt a little."

His screams.

The sound of his flesh.

Sigh...This is for your own good Taurtis.

I'm not letting everyone leave my life again.

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