Why Never To Trust Clowns
Fred looked steadily down at the sleeping form of George, twisting a steel blade carefully in his hands. George had once been part of him, his soul, his other half. But ever since the betrayal, all Fred could think about was George writhing in agony as he plunged the blade deep into his chest.
There was a creak at the door and it opened.
"Fred, what are you…" It was too late Fred had already let go of the blade and it plunged deep into Percy's chest. "Fre…" Percy gasped then died.
George stirred, Fred walked over and took the blade out of the corpse that had once been his elder brother.
He laughed cruelly, then as he was about to plunged the blade into his twin's chest he had a flashback to his early childhood…
It was when he and George had both been children and they had both been riding their broomsticks, when Fred flew off and ripped open his knee.
"It's all right," George had said stopping his own broom to help him.
"I love you," Fred said as George helped him to the house.
"I love you too," George said, "Forever."
"Right, Forever."
Then with a scream, Fred lunged back to the present and plunged the knife through George's ear.
Fred pulled out the blade, again. Blood gushing out. 'He asked for it,' Fred told himself, 'He was the one who decided to get good grades and stay out of trouble! It was he who turned me in and out me fired, just for power!'
Ginny slowly walked in, "Fred why is Percy asleep on your floor?"
"No reason, he was just tired." Fred's blood-shot eyes looked over to his only sister, who bent down next to Percy's lifeless corpse.
"Fred, he's dead," She said as she touched the wound and got the red liguid on her hand, she looked up and saw the blade in Fred's hand, "Did you kk-ki-ki-ll hi-hi-him-mm?" A sudden look of fear flashed in Ginny's young eyes.
She turned to scream and run , but it was too late, Fred had swung the blade and severed her head with one blow.
Something stirred in the closet. Fred turned around. 'It couldn't be.' He thought, but it was. Out of the closet jumped a giant rabid clown. It ran up to Ginny's corpse to get the blade then it attacked Fred.
It was then Fred came to himself, "Why did you make me do it?" He asked.
"I didn't," Came the voice. "I only made you act upon what you truly felt."
The clown through the blde to Fred who caught it.
Fred walked over to George's lifeless corpse. "Forgive me my brother, my twin, my other half."
With that said Fred picked up the blade and plunged it into his own heart.
The
End
Fred looked steadily down at the sleeping form of George, twisting a steel blade carefully in his hands. George had once been part of him, his soul, his other half. But ever since the betrayal, all Fred could think about was George writhing in agony as he plunged the blade deep into his chest.
There was a creak at the door and it opened.
"Fred, what are you…" It was too late Fred had already let go of the blade and it plunged deep into Percy's chest. "Fre…" Percy gasped then died.
George stirred, Fred walked over and took the blade out of the corpse that had once been his elder brother.
He laughed cruelly, then as he was about to plunged the blade into his twin's chest he had a flashback to his early childhood…
It was when he and George had both been children and they had both been riding their broomsticks, when Fred flew off and ripped open his knee.
"It's all right," George had said stopping his own broom to help him.
"I love you," Fred said as George helped him to the house.
"I love you too," George said, "Forever."
"Right, Forever."
Then with a scream, Fred lunged back to the present and plunged the knife through George's ear.
Fred pulled out the blade, again. Blood gushing out. 'He asked for it,' Fred told himself, 'He was the one who decided to get good grades and stay out of trouble! It was he who turned me in and out me fired, just for power!'
Ginny slowly walked in, "Fred why is Percy asleep on your floor?"
"No reason, he was just tired." Fred's blood-shot eyes looked over to his only sister, who bent down next to Percy's lifeless corpse.
"Fred, he's dead," She said as she touched the wound and got the red liguid on her hand, she looked up and saw the blade in Fred's hand, "Did you kk-ki-ki-ll hi-hi-him-mm?" A sudden look of fear flashed in Ginny's young eyes.
She turned to scream and run , but it was too late, Fred had swung the blade and severed her head with one blow.
Something stirred in the closet. Fred turned around. 'It couldn't be.' He thought, but it was. Out of the closet jumped a giant rabid clown. It ran up to Ginny's corpse to get the blade then it attacked Fred.
It was then Fred came to himself, "Why did you make me do it?" He asked.
"I didn't," Came the voice. "I only made you act upon what you truly felt."
The clown through the blde to Fred who caught it.
Fred walked over to George's lifeless corpse. "Forgive me my brother, my twin, my other half."
With that said Fred picked up the blade and plunged it into his own heart.
The
End