Today was the day. The day that Y/N had finally snapped. Looking over the work she had done like it was a masterpiece, she smirked. Blood staining her worn-out T-shirt and shrunken pants. She had done it.
Up until this day, it had just been a thought. She never thought she would actually kill them. She also never thought it would be this fun. Hearing their screams of pain, watching the life drain from their eyes as their bodies go limp.
After years of abuse and neglect she had enough, now Mama and Papa were in a pool of their own blood. Smiling at her work Y/N goes to her room to pack a bag. She knows she can't stay in that house any longer.
Packing clothes and shoes she leaves the house. But not before grabbing her phone and headphones. Music is the one thing that makes her happy, she can't go anywhere without it.
Since it was around 1 am she wasn't too worried about being spotted. Walking down the driveway she decides it would be best to go to the city and see what she can do there. Maybe kill some more people if she was lucky.
Y/N pov
It was cold out but I already had the only hoodie I packed on so there was nothing I could do there. Listening to 'Situation' by Don Toliver, I walked down the sidewalk until I got to the city. My feet hurt like hell and I stupidly didn't bring any money with me. I would be damned if I walked all the way back to that god-forsaken house so I decided to sleep in a nearby alleyway.
I set my bag down and put my phone in my hoodie pocket. Before I could close my eyes I heard laughing, manic laughing. Tightening my grip around the knife I had in my pocket I got up slowly. As the laughing got closer I turned to the direction it was coming from.
Before I could try and make out their figure and appearance a scythe was at the side of my neck. Without missing a beat I thrust my knife into their stomach and kicked them to the ground. My h/l h/c hair covered my eyes as I looked down at them. The thrill I had when looking over my 'parents' dead bodies can back and I smiled.
"I will give you 10 seconds to run before I slit your wrists and shove your eyes down your throat," I said still smiling, enjoying the rush. They looked at me with their brown and yellow eyes that were filled to the brim with excitement.
Strange.
They got up with a groan, picked up their scythe, and smirked at me. I was confused but kept my guard up.
" I like you kid," they said, voice deep.
"Umm... thanks and I'm not a kid I'm 18." I said crossing my arms looking who I assume is a him up and down.
He seemed amused "Well, I'm 20 so you're a kid to me." He said, I could practically hear the smirk. this was a pretty weird conversation since we were both about to literally kill each other five seconds ago. He seems trustworthy tho but if I end up dying it ezz what it ezz.
"Since it looks like we aren't going to kill each other anymore you got a place to stay?" I asked, a little nervous by his answer. He looked at me like I was crazy. "are you fucking dumb? I literally just tried to kill you." He said looking down on me.
"Well, I just tried to kill you too so..." trailing off I looked him in the eyes. He seemed to be considering it, "What happened to your house?" He asked.
Remembering what had happened just a couple hours ago my calm neutral face was replaced with a smirk. "I killed my parents and don't want to live in that house anymore," I said happiness laced in my voice.
He seemed shocked but then smirked too. I couldn't really make out his features since the alley we were in was dark, but I could see a few things. He was wearing a blood-stained hoodie, red pants, black boots and had bandages all over.
"That's pretty badass." he praised. It made me feel weird, but a good weird. " What's your name?" He asked turning around. I picked up my bag and ran to catch up to him, "Y/N L/N" I replied taking my phone out my pocket.
"How about I call you N/N instead?" He asked. It made me feel weird again. My heart sped up and my hands got sweaty. "Sure, but what's your name?" I asked, trying to calm my heart. We turned a corner and then he said: "You can call me Zack.". I really like his voice. It gives me the same feeling that listening to music does.
We walked a little more until we got to a large steel door. Opening it, he outstretched his arm as if leading me inside. "Oh no, ladies first," I said in a teasing tone. He glared at me but still walked in, me following closely behind.
It was almost like an apartment. It had a living room with a brown couch and a wooden coffee table. From where I stood the most I saw the kitchen was with a tall white fridge and an old stove with finger stains along the oven door glass.
There was a door that was to the left to the kitchen, assuming it was the bedroom, I turned to Zack who was walking out the kitchen.
"If you actually plan on staying here you are sleeping on the couch," Zach said opening a can of what I think is Pepsi. I grimaced looking at the visibly uncomfortable, stained in certain areas, no pillows having couch (idek lol)
"Ha Ha, you're funny. I am not sleeping on that couch," I deadpanned. He glared at me again which I returned with an innocent smile before walking to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge I saw nothing but Pepsi and Root beer and some shriveled up peas in the back of the drawers. I looked through the cabinets and there was only a half-eaten bag of chips, a big sleeve of Oreos, and a box of instant noodles.
Shaking my head I lean against the kitchen doorway and look at Zack as he throws his now empty can of Pepsi into the nearby trash. "What do you want?" He asked, annoyance clear in his voice. Rolling my eyes I ask "Have you been living off of Pepsi, chips, and noodles?" I tried to hide the concern in my voice but it didn't work.
He looked up at me from his seat on the couch "Yeah...?". I looked at the time on my phone and walked to the door, an idea that would surely either make us bond or get us in jail had sprung into my head.
"Come on, let's go!" I said turning to him with a devious smile. He looked at me like I was crazy for the umpteenth time of this unconventional night.
"Where?"
"Do you have a grocery store around here?" He looked skeptical but got up and put his shoes on. This is going to be fun!
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