Into the darkness

Blood Curdle

I opened the door to my bedroom, I could hear my dad rummaging through the fridge, probably getting another beer. As he was walking across the hallway to the living room he stopped and saw me. "I told you to go to bed boy!" He took a step towards me, raising his fists up at me. "You've hurt me for far to long." I yelled at him. He stopped for a second, probably not believing what he just heard. "You got a death wish boy, I'll make sure your face never looks the same." He spat out, basically spitting at me. "Your never going to hurt me again, if I were you I'd walk away." My body was shaking at this point, I never thought I'd ever talk to him that way. "Your dead."

He started to lunge at me and at that same moment darkness started coming out of me. Spreading across like a wildfire to my room, into the hallway, until there was nothing left but pure darkness. At this point I could hear my dad cussing and screaming out in fear. "What is this shit, what the fuck did you do" He said as his voice cracking. "You don, 't know what fear is until you have felt my fear." I said in a demonic voice. "I'm sorry, son please stop this." "Now you know how it feels, to be so scared that you'd do and say anything for it to stop."

My teeth started to grow bigger and spread across my face, kinda like a shark mouth. I open wide, laughing in a low dark voice and go for my dad's arm. He starts screaming out in pain as I feel my teeth sinking into his arm, I can hear the skin ripping and tearing. I can feel the blood gushing out, and running down my throat. The metallic taste, the thickness of the blood, it's so good, so desirable. I can hear my dad whimpering out, begging me to stop. I laugh out loud "Oh father we are just getting started, aren't you proud of your son, I'm just as violent maybe more than you."

I go for his stomach, ripping a chunk out of it. Again tasting that delicious metallic blood. His intestines start to spill out of his stomach, gathering into steaming heap on the floor. I grab them and start to slurp it up like its spaghetti as my dad screams bloody murder. As I finish the last of it, I can no longer hear my dad. I look into his eyes, as the darkness is still spreading all across the house, making sure no light can penetrate it.

As I see him taking his final breath, I give out a sigh and sat there for a second, enjoying the aftertaste of human flesh and blood. 'Well I better get going' I thought to myself. The darkness starts to fade away back into the pores of my body until eventually, everything looks how it did before. Other than the dead corpse that looks like a pack of wolves tore into that once looked like my dad.

As I'm walking down the stairs of my house, I stop and take one last look at the house. I smile, knowing that things are about to get a lot better. Even though it may not seem like it but at least I know that no one. Will ever. Hurt me. Again. I walk about Three blocks away from my house before I get to the bus stop. I sit there, in my own thoughts thinking about what I'm going to do next, where I'm going to go next. Who I'm going to kill next. As the bus comes to a stop I get on, pay the fee and head for the back of the bus.

As I approach the back and sit down I couldn't help but notice a very interesting guy sitting next to the window looking out of it. Seeming like he is in deep thought, he had a brown sleeveless jacket on with chains hanging down, and oddly shaped goggles around his neck with spikes on it. He kinda looked like a biker with the getup but also seemed like a mechanic due to the grease and oil on his clothes. 'How odd' I thought to myself.