Addy found himself in the same dream with his angel but something was different. There was something off about her. Her smile wasn’t evil per say but rather sincere and fake at the same time, as if there was something to hide but had to be said; conflicted. “Why are you hiding Addy the killer?”
“Hiding? What do you mean?”
“I mean why are you in the woods when you could be having such fun?… with anybody you wished.”
Addy didn’t know how to respond so he just stayed quiet and his eyes fell about half way between them. “You do remember the power you felt when killing, didn’t you? It’s fun, isn’t it?” Addy locked eyes with his angel and smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” With that her grin changed to an honest and genuine smirk. They both smiled at each other for a rather long time until she finally spoke. “Well I can think of three more you could have fun with and I think you can too.” She reached her hand out to Addy and clicked her fingers. A small orange and red flame appeared hovering just above forefinger. Gradually it began to grow taller and taller until it was four times its size. Addy stared at it curiously and just touched the very tip of it and burnt his finger. He let out a little gasp and retracted his arm. “Fire burns. I thought you of all people would understand that.” Sensations of the incident ravaged Addy’s mind and he clawed at his head to try and force them away but it was of no use. His skin was a reminder of that every day but he treated it like it was important to remember; that pain and suffering are ways for him to remember what they did to him. Of course he was never certain that it was them but their terrorising was enough of a reason anyway. That final thought led him to consciousness.
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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.
