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My bloody fun (a short story I wrote when I was 14)

   Mike takes the short cut through the woods home every day, but last Thursday, he never made it home. He has been my best friend forever, even though he's my older brother.  He's been missing for days now. I finally have had enough. This evening I'm going to find him. Mom doesn't know that he's missing considering that I covered for him. In order to get out of questioning from her, I told her that I was taking my boyfriend out on a date. (Not to crush your romantic side but..) I don't have one, not that she knows. When I got to the woods, I stripped down to my underwear then put on a dark tank top, dark jeans, a black and blood red over shirt, and oh so many glinting, beautiful weapons that I hid on my person. To tell you the truth, I'm really adept at all weapons and can even use a button to kill someone. I'm a huntress along with a few other things that might give you nightmares.

   Now I'm ready for any thing. As I approached the path that Mike normally takes home, I heard him call my name. Quickly but quietly, I raced to were I last heard him. Three miles from the path, I saw the most handsom man that I've ever seen trying to murder my brother. Oh darn, that complicated things. Should I kill my brother and date the man, or save my brother and kill the man? Hmmm...

   Oh well, there are thousands of idiot men but I have only one brother. A minute later, I sashay into the clearing. Deftly, I slip my wonderfully helpful daggers into my hands and step in front of Mike. He looks scared. I grin and both the man and I fight.

   By the end, I had no scratches or injuries on me, but he had so many that it looked like the man was a waterfall of blood. The slash in his grinning throat died his white clothes red and dripped like they were made of blood. He was crying blood and daggers stuck out of him like he was a pin cushion. And yet he was still standing alive and well, grinning, while his blood soaked and pooled at his feet making a blood bath. I scowled at him and shot him with my special blend of poison and death. Once it hit him, he exploded into little projectiles of brain, bone, guts, and other delicious human bits.

   I cackled evilly, grabbed my brother and my bloody weapons and headed to the nearest stream to clean up. When clean, my brother and I played together until dark and went home. When we got home, we found out that our mother died the same way as the man.......