random short storys

the game #5

Their skin has so many punctured holes from my stealthy stab.realising I had completed the last task to becoming a demon. I had killed my parents and classmates. As I get back to the forest were I was previously captured, I realise the hooded man is sadistacly grinning from ear to ear. On closer inspection, he had turned Aqua into a slave acting like a robot. Tentatively, I creep up to the hooded man.
         You have a choice, kill drew or be killed witness aqua kill drew. Choose wisely.
          I can't kill drew or see her get killed. Well then aqua will have to kill both of you. As aqua slowly pulls out here weapon of choice which is a pair of scissors, you will be my arts and craft project. This is not the aqua I grew up with she's been possessed. You asshole you possessed my dear friend who I've known for 13 years. Suddenly realising I could control people that trust me so I quickly get into her head .
          Aqua  buddy listen to me I trust you please don't stab me and drew in the back. Hey ... Hey yes I'm in hehe don't stab me and drew stab that hooded figure. She does so as I made her. Blood uncontrollable amount of blood spewing out of tiny holes in his body from his body . I realise that drew is still in a locked cage and I have no idea where that evil figure. Might as well check the figure and see who it is.
          Doesn't look like anyone I know  (black eyes, pail skin,black hair,scars on his cheek to form a elongated smile). Fuck its not here. Aqua do you know we're the key is. No. Time to go ok a key hunt but aqua you need to stay here becouse we can't leave drew on her own. As I leave aqua and drew I find a hut worn down but still liveble. But most horror movies turn terrible when they go in to worn down places. I'm not going going in it.
       My grandma had a hut until...well
*flashback *
I was staying around my grandma's over the weekend. There was a knock on the door. A man. About thirty, tall, buff,blond surfer hair. Well any way he came in. noticing he had a briefcase. He killed my nan. Blood spewing out everywhere, I quickly hid in the cabinet under the sink trying to hold in tears and a scream and plea.  I could of died that day. My innocent nan. Her blood staining the walls carpet and chair she was sitting on. Motionless.I couldn't hold my rage. Simon came out to play. I could not keep him in anymore. Two lives were taken as well as my sanity.
*end of flashback*
         A flash of metal. A key. Yes.