Mr death boy

I decided for a rotten Ax. I stared at it, at its clean and sharp blade. I could see my reflection. My eyes, filled of hate and blood thirst narrowed and my hold tightened on the handle. I swang it and slammed the tool box close before going upstairs.
I walked and stared at my brother's room door before smiling slightly anf turning towards my parent's bedroom.

*This story may contain b×b actions and violence. Read at your own risk.*