Sociopath

Blood

"Please, don't do this! Please!" The man cries in fear and pain. Blood covered his face and clothes. His home was destroyed. Objects broken and shattered. There were droplets of blood on the floor and carpet. "Why should I?" The teenage boy says as he circles the man like a predator ready to kill its prey. The boys eyes are dark with craziness and bloodlust.

His hair tousled from running his hand through his hair from thinking so much to do with the killer. "What should we do with him Lacey?" The boy ask the unknown girl. A little girl comes walking out of the garage with an object in her hand. Lacey has lifeless eyes stares at the petrified man. She stares at him, watching shake like a leaf. A bone chilling grin appears on her face. "Let's bash his head in" Lacey says while showing the boy the hammer she found. The man's eyes widen even more.

"No please! I'll do anything! I'll give you what you want!" He says trying to persuade them. The boy gets up walking behind the man to hold him down. Lacey leans down to his ear and whispers, "I want my mom and friend back but you can't bring them back now can you." She leans back up to see his face. His face came to a realization; he knew who these kids were. These are the kids of the mother that he killed. "No" he says weakly.

"Then you can't give us what we want" she says calmly her eyes dull. It was quiet, the only thing you can hear was the tv and the mans cries and please. "Hold him down Ezekiel" she finally says. "Why are you doing thing?!" He whispers shouts as the boy, Ezekiel puts a rag in his mouth. "We all go a little mad sometimes" whispers to him with an evil smirk. Lacey grip tightens on the hammer. The man cries and words were muffled by the rag but they could hear him.

The hammer quickly gets slammed on his head. Blood splatter on their face and clothes. Lacey repeats the same action over until the man's head is half missing. Blood is everywhere, on the floor, walls, on their clothes, and faces. The warm blood feels good on their skin. It feels like a warm blanket is covering them from the cold outside. This it what they wanted for so long...blood.

3rd*

Ezekiel smirks at the funeral that's going on a few feet away from him and his little sister. "He's gonna burn in hell" he says as they watch the casket being lowered down to the ground. "Good. He deserves it" Lacey says while listening to the small funeral. "Dearly beloved we are here to burry our friend Otis. Let God lead him to heaven" the persist says sadly. The family members sniffle trying not to cry even more. 'Let the devil lead him to hell' Lacey and Ezekiel thought at the same time. With that they left to go back home.
———————————————————————
A/N: vote and comment about this chapter and the other ones. 👍🏼