Adrian started to panic but showed no sign. Where was he to go? He couldn’t stay there, his mother would freak out and he’d have the hassle of having to kill her too. The new Adrian was quite lazy and the only time he had to do anything was when his angel told him to. He made the decision of leaving right then and there and he did. The only things he took were the clothes on his back and 2 knives. One dagger-type thing, small enough to hide in his shoe and that’s exactly what he did. The other, he clasped tightly in his right hand within his jumper pocket. It only just managed to fit it in there without the blade poking out the other side. He took no notice of the massive splotches of red down the front, but made an effort to hide his mutilated face. He found one of the painting masks and wore that with his hoodie over the top. He made his way to the back door as quiet as possible but no matter how much he tried the floor boards continued to creak with every step. Luckily for him no one came. He walked right out the back door and left it wide open. He breathed out and a cloud of mist leaked out of the holes in the mask. It was cold outside in the middle of the night. He disappeared into the darkness behind his house.
He started with a walk but when he was a mere few metres from the house he broke into a run. Adrian could see random pine trees appearing as he ran but the further he got from the house the denser the forest area became. His lungs were burning but he still refused to look back. He ran and ran until he couldn’t run anymore. Only then he dared look back at his previous life and he couldn’t see anything except the faint outline of pine trees all around him. Adrian leaned back against a tree trunk at least three the times the size of his width and held his side, gasping for breath. The blood around his mouth started to dry out in some areas leaving a very patchy-kind of pattern. Adrian gathered his thoughts and sparks of memories lit an inferno within his consciousness - of pain. His eyes teared up yet again but this time he let them come. He took off his mask and he all out balled. The salty water stung his cheeks and streaks of watery red marked his face. He slid down the base of the tree and leaned his head back against the rough bark and he fell asleep.
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Addy the Killer
Teen FictionYou've all heard horror stories from the victim's point of view but what about the killers themselves? A story of a misunderstood boy pressured into killing. Adrian always had trouble with bulling and right up until the very end he struggled.
