Jarry was a seven year old boy at the time, he never even watched a PG-13 movie, how could this happened? Easy, a voice in his once sweet mind.

Jarry was sleeping in his bed. His mother had read a story to him, kissed him on the forehead, only two hours ago. Jarry was dreaming of rainbows and candy. Then, he was oddly waked by his chest hurting. He grabbed it and inhaled deeply.

'Do you want it to stop?' A voice asked, it sounded like a man. Younger then his father, but only a few years. Jarry nodded weakly, the voice chuckled. 'Good, sweetheart. Get your father's knife, don't worry. He won't be mad.'

"B-but it's my father's, he will be mad!" Jarry's high pitch voice rang in the dark room, the voice growled. 'No, he'll be happy he helped you with your heart. It hurts, right? It's only getting worse.'

Jarry slowly got off his bed, he tip toed into his kitchen. He grabbed the big knife, he looked at it. He put his finger on the blade, he jerked back. A small blood ran down his short finger, his chest hurt less. He licked the blood away, his chest hurt more now. He dropped the knife and fell to his side. Holding his heart, sobbing from the pain, he groaned in pain. 'You are going to have to choose; your family, or you.'

Jarry's eyes shot opened, he stood up. He grabbed the knife and walked into his mother and father's bedroom. 'Wait…'

"W-what?" The scared boy asked, the voice told him to go into the bathroom. Jarry opened the door and walked in. 'Get that stuff over there, then put it on a rag.' Jarry grabbed the chloroform, rag covered it with it. He walked into his mom and dad's room finally. His lower lip quivered as he stood over his mother.

His mother looked like an angel, he shove the rag on her lips. Her light blue eyes widened then closed. Jarry backed away. "N-now w…what?" Jarry asked. 'You know the rope your father has in his closet? Get ropes and tie up your father, I want your father awake to see his killer, understand?'

Jarry was about to say no, but his chest hurt so much. He swing the door of the closet opened and grabbed the rope. He tied his father's wrists together, and his legs.

Jarry sobbed as his father woke up.

"J…Jarry? What's happening?" His father asked. 'Don't tell him, stay silenced.' Jarry stopped sobbing, or even crying. Jarry's face was blank. He drew closer to his father, he held the knife. "Jarry? What are you doing?!" His father cried, Jarry's upper eyelids were lowered. No feeling on his face as he bent down on one knee.

'Put the blade into his eyes, and rip the damn thing out!' Jarry stabbed into his father's right eye, his father screamed inhumanly as Jarry pulled the eye out. His father was sobbing for mercy.

"Jarry! Jarry no, I'm your father! Don't please!" His father pleaded, Jarry's face was blank. Blood from his father's right hole were his brown eye was flooding down his face. It felt like fire was burning into it, then, his eye hole went into shock. The father looked into his seven year old son's eyes. The knife still had his eye on it. Jarry ripped the eye out, he gazed at it. He always loved his father's eyes.

'Looks good, huh? Maybe it good to eat too?' The voice sounded sweet and warm, like a father.

"Really? I'll try it." Jarry smiled. His father tilted his head. "W-who are t-talking to?" He asked. Jarry looked over to him.

"A friend."

"O-oh g-god, y-your insane…" His father sobbed, Jarry popped the eye in his mouth and swallowed. His father felt like he was going to throw up, his son was a crazed cannibal.

"Mmmm~!" Jarry smiled. He held his knife up and injected into his father's other eye. Jarry jerked out again, his father couldn't see and his pain felt even worse. He heard his son talking to himself.

'Maybe your father will want to eat some to?' The voice asked. Jarry's face lighted up.

"Yes! Daddy will love this!" Jarry shoved the eye down his father's throat. His father gagged and wouldn't swallow. "Come on, eat. Don't you want to eat?" Jarry asked, he sounded hurt. But his father didn't care. He would NOT eat his eyeball.

'Cover your father's nose and make him.'

Jarry stopped. He didn't stop covering his father's mouth. But that was going too far. "N-no….It will kill him if he doesn't eat it…" Jarry whimpered. His father began screaming, but no one in the house other then Jarry heard it. His mother was still passed out.

'Don't worry, it's like when he made you eat food. So, just do it.' Jarry's chest hurt more and more, Jarry covered his father's nose. His father began to kick and cry. "Now just eat it…" Jarry growled. His father slowly swallowed. His father's face turned green. He threw up.

Is this right, it feels wrong, but right? That question kept running in Jarry's mind as tears ran down his cheeks. 'Stab him in the stomach!' The voice roared, Jarry let out a small sob. He picked up the knife and looked down to his eyeless father. He let out a sigh, he kissed his sobbing and whimpering father on the forehead. His father's sobs and whimpers lessened little.

He thought it was over, he was so fucking wrong.

Jarry stabbed he father over and over again, his father spat up blood and passed out. His chest stopped hurting, his father stopped breathing. Jarry smoke his father cheek. "Bye-bye daddy…" He whimpered. He heard his mother scream, he forgot to tie her up.

He turned to look at her, her face was pale, wide-eyed. She backed away. He slowly grabbed the knife and stared at her. "Running is useless, mommy."

She only gazed at her son. "Why?" She wept, tears running down her cheeks. The young wolf child smirked.

"Because I have heart problem….It stops hurting when I kill, about one person. That's why I made you breathe chloroform. Are you scared? Your gonna tell, I can't have that, mom." Jarry growled, he walked closer to his mother. She backed away, tears running down her face.

"P-please, I-I won't tell." His mother begged. Jarry shook his head. "You should have stayed down."

He grabbed the wolf female by the hair and pulled her down. He whispered in her ear. "I'll give you a fast death." He slit her throat. He looked her in the eye as she drown in her blood.

He slowly put her body on her bed, he covered her up. He kissed her cheek and walked into his baby sister's bedroom. He opened the door, the four year old was fast asleep in her purple room. His shadow covered her small body.

Jarry looked over his sister, she was wearing a nightgown, which was pink, holding a teddy bear. Jarry shook her softly, she opened her eyes. She looked up at him with fear. "B-bro? What are you covered in?" She whimpered. Jarry smirked.

"Red pop, come on. We're going to play a game." He smiled, she always loved to play with him. Her face lighted up as she set up, she held his paw as they walked into the bathroom.

"Why are we in here, bro?" She asked. She turned. Jarry grabbed her head and tried to drown her in the toilet water. She kicked and waved her arms in the air. Jarry paid no mind and pushed her in more. She kicked where it hurt, he grabbed between his legs and fell to his knees.

She started crying as she ran into their mother and father's room. She speech and cried into her paws. Jarry walked up behind her, she looked up at him, in fear and sadness. "How could do this to mommy and daddy?"

Jarry held up the knife up to her neck, her lower lip quivered. He pinned her down and put the rag on her lips. She closed her eyes in fear. Jarry opened his father's closet pistol and put up to her head.

"Y-you're a-a monster!" She cried, looking him in the eye. He pulled the trigger; blood covered his clothing and his face.

He wiped the blood away from her soft face. He picked up his father's call phone. He ran into his room and packed everything he could and called 199.

"Hello, this is-..."

"I just killed the Jones family, I think you should come. Don't you think?" Jarry grabbed his bags and ran to another town.

Happy Tree Town.

~!Years Later!~

Jarry set back with his friend, Annie. "Why did you move here?" Annie asked, her high pitch voice snapped him out of his flashback. He smirked.

"Oh, you know. Had to get away from the family…"