Thoughts Of M

Betrayal

I'm getting annoyed as I watch my friend Lloyd pacing back and forth in front of me.

"Hey, what's bothering you bro?" I asked calmly.

"Kirby, someone killed my brother of course your friend too, and left his body on a abandoned building not so far away from here."

He's messing his hair, maybe thinking on what to do. "I'll surely put that person into justice once I know who ever they are. Fuck them."

I boringly shrugged as I reply, "He deserved it. Your brother Adam deserved it. Did you know that he betrayed me?"

I looked at his confused face.

"A fucking snake. He deserve my art. Wanna know how I killed him? Hahaha you should have heard him shouting for help but no one's around to do so." I smirked at the thought of it.

"Y-you?" he confusedly points at me. Can't believe what he just heard.

"H-h-how could you d-do that to my brother? We're your friends! He is your friend! Why?!!" He angrily spat at me. Keeping himself from throwing a punch on my face.

Huh. If he dares to do that...

I yawned. "I told you already. He betrayed me. He tried to flirt with my girlfriend Gail. But my girlfriend told me about it and she didn't like what your brother did to us."

I stood up and look outside the window as I reminisced the night I did my art.

"So me giving your brother a punish he deserve, I slit his throat." I glanced at Lloyd.

"I chopped his oh so itchy hotdog. Hahaha you should have seen your brother's face." I grinned at what I remembered.

A bloody face of Adam, can't even recognize him. I let out a laugh.

"Poor Adam. If he just didn't do that flirting and didn't betray me, then he must be still breathing the same air us as." I looked at Lloyd whose face is as white as a blank canvas.

Maybe my words sunk in to his mind now.

'Hmm, should I make another piece of art?' I thought.

"You're a fucking psycho! I'll tell this to the authorities! You'll pay for what you've done!" He shouted at me. I just shrugged.

As if he'll leave my place alive.

I chuckled as I watch him stumble trying to escape my room.

"Don't try, you'll get tired. Wanna experience how I do my art?" I grinned sheepishly. Walking slowly towards him as I get the cutter inside my pocket.

I wanna carve my name on his face. How I'd love to make art out of blood and flesh.