Blades Sink Deeper - Kyman Fanfic

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I took Kyle home after beating David up, but not to his. His mother didn't know he was bisexual, and I couldn't risk him being rejected. Even though she was very accepting of the LGBT community, she might not like it if her son was. But who knows, she might be really cool with it.

I took him to the living room, making him some tea. My mother was out at her 'job' so I was free to do whatever. He was shivering from both the heartbreak and the cold atmosphere. I put the fire on and turned on the tv, handing him his drink. I sat next to him silently, leaning into the soft pillows.

"Thanks, Cartman." He spoke gently, his phone buzzing. He checked it then rolled his eyes, putting it back. I looked at him with a face reading 'who was that?' "It's David, he's making up excuses like usual."

"Usual?" I replied, turning down the volume of the tv. "Has he done this before? Because if so I'm gonna beat his ass!"

"You've done enough for tonight, seriously. But, yeah, that same girls sent nudes to him before. It's whatever, I've already said I'm breaking up with him. I can't be bothered with his shit anymore."

"Good. Do you want my bed? I'll take the sofa, it's getting late."

"Um, yeah." He finished his tea, said goodnight, then walked up to my room. I tugged the blanket from over the sofa to my body, continuing to watch the current show. When I heard the door close, I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed the thickest blade I had, put my coat on, then walked outside.

How could I leave him alive? He's a bastard that deserves nothing but torture and death. He was still in the building, I could see the lights were on. I walked in as if it were nothing, putting the blade in my pocket. I saw him, spamming Kyle's number. Luckily for my fair Jew, I snatched it as he walked upstairs.

When he noticed I was there, he jumped out of his skin and cowered down to the ground. "L-leave me alone! You got what you wanted, revenge, right? Leave me alone, I'll call the police." He started shakily fumbling with the screen, but I knocked it out of his grasp. I held the blade up to his throat, scratching hard enough for a tiny cut to be made.

"You should have left my Kyle alone, let him be happy. But no, you hurt my Kyle! You hurt my Jew! Now you must pay, that being you're life."

"You're crazy! You're a psychopath."

"Maybe, but a bloody good one!" I stabbed into his right arm, feeling his legs squirm under me. I stabbed again and again, gradually going down. His screams were piercing, I was surprised no one heard. Though, it was 11pm now. He cried and cried until his very last deep breath, when he finally gave in and let me finish him off. "Say my name."

"C..Cartman..."

"No. It's Reaper to you, cunt." I stabbed his neck, turning the blade to listen to his bones crack like an asmr. Then he stopped, lifeless. I picked up his body, taking it to the back to wrap him in 20 bin bags, layers and layers of rubbish, bleach, and 20 more bin bags. It should be good enough. I closed it then changed into my spare outfit; identical to my previous one.

Then I walked home, washing the knife straight away before going to sleep. Kyle's phone was beside me, finally silent.