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Hiya peoples! Go easy on me this is my first story and I am new to all this stuff. I hope this turns out as good as I imagined it. Anyways, constuctive critisizm is always accepted. Enjoy!
I turned up my music as my Algebra II teacher, Mrs. Moore, droned on about some mathy stuff. The song "Pushover" by Manifest blared through my hidden earbuds as I ignored Mrs. Moore's shouting and focused on my sketch. My sketch took up the whole entire page. The top half flourished with healthy, grey, penciled trees. The sky was clear with a large bulbous sun shining behind the trees. A smiling little girl sat on a tire swing under the lofty branches. On the bottom side of the picture was the complete opposite. Dead trees were scattered about, dry and brittle. The sky was dark and overcast giving off an ominous vibe. But the most horrifying was the smiling little girl. Her smile was different from her happy reflection above. It was filled with insanity and bloodlust. The tire from the swing was on the ground and the rope was being used as a noose for an unknown man. The little girl just stared at her morbid masterpiece in twisted glee.
I was happy with this picture. It reminded me of myself. Over my music I heard the bell ring. I finished just in the nick of time. I sighed in relief and gathered my things. My best, and only, friend sauntered out of the classroom next to me. Ryder is my only real friend. I talk to and enjoy being with lots of people however he was the only person that I truely trusted. Ryder had piercing green eyes and soft black hair. Even I had to admit he was hot.
All of the popular sluts flirt with him until he gives them a rude, and hilarious, rejection. He was crazy, mental, a delinquent, just like me. I remember one time when this new girl came during her sophmore year. I think her name was Aubrey or Audrey or something like that. Anyways she, being your typical hoe, started hitting on Ryder until he pulled out a pocket knife and gouged out her eyeballs. Then he said, "How do I look now?" and gave Aubrey back her eyes then walked away like nothing happened. We laughed the whole way home about that. Ah, good times.
Ryder and I took our usual seats at lunch on the edge of the room. He gave me his award winning smile and asked for my sketch pad. This was like basic routine: I would draw in class and Ryder would look at my art in awe. Today was especially good. Ryder exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, Persephone! You really out did yourself this time! This reminds me of you. On the surface you are sweet and inoccent, but underneath you're dark and psychotic." I gigled and made a cute pose, "Guilty as charged!" We laughed and insulted each other until we were nearly in tears.
After the bell rung for 5th hour we went to study hall in the library. We wre passing notes and goofing off the entire time. We also snuck out our phones and played Hunger Games Simulator where Ryder and his stupid luck won by killing Mrs. Moore and I with a branch club. Rude. Such a dumb way to kill too.
Speaking of killing, tonight might be a good time to do so. It's been, like, two days since I've gone on a spree and I'm craving blood. School finally ended and Ryder and I raced to our secret treehouse in the woods. We built it ourselves so that we could hide in case the police caught on. From the ground you can't even see the treehouse unless you know what your looking for.
Ryder and I scurried up the tree to our hideout. Wordlessly we scambled about to get ready for a masquer. Ryder's green eyes practically glowed as he attached small bombs to his belt. His green and black vest and pants were stiff and worn. I smirked at his outfit. So formal, so deadly. I liked this side of him. Ruthless, sadistic, cruel. Of course, he thinks the same about me. I smiled evilly in the mirror. My one red and one blue eye glinted darkly. I tightened my black corset top and pulled down my red fitting shorts. My white fingerless gloves were now a light grey. I slipped my finger knives on. One for each digit.
Ryder and I shared a look before jumping down. My metallic claws dug into the rough bark as I slid down the tree. Ryder leaped ahead of me. Then, we were nothing but blurs of black, red, and green as we zoomed through the forest. At the edge of the woods we split ways. Ryder went to a large neighborhood and I, to a kiddie park. Even though it was late there were still quite a few people around. Most were gang members smoking weed and disobedient teens that snuck off past curfew to snog their dates. Disgusting really.
My eyes scanned the park for my first victim of the night. Hidden in the baby clubhouse I could faintly see the shadows of two people. Perfect. Silently I crept towards them. Once right outside I heard the tell-tale sounds of the two. A man's moaning and a girl's muffled screams of protest. Puckering noises also floated nastily into my innoocent ears. Ew. Vile creatures such as these really bring out the evil in me. I smirked as the couple froze as I knelt in the doorway. A teen girl gasped in surprise and relief as tears flowed down her reddened cheeks. Poor girl, save fro one horror only to be cut down by another. I almost pitied her. Almost.
I glared at the man, "Tch. It's men like you that really bring out the worse of me. That being said, welcome to my dark side!" I plunged my finger knives into the pervert's chest. The woman screamed in terror, trying desprately to get away. I made a large gash in her side to stop her, painful, but not fatal. The dead man's blood drained out of his meat and seeped into the playground sand. I giggled as the crimson liquid stained my skin and clothes.
The pathetic girl sobbed her eyes out knowingthat her blood was soon to be spilled as well. I smiled insanely at the thought. Oh the feeling of fear! This is what I live for! I trailed my sharp blade over the girl's tender face. She whimpered fearfully as a small drop of her life slid down her cheeks. "P-p-please..." My psychotic laughter cut her off. Without hesitation I pushed my clawed hand into her chest cavity. With my other hand I sliced her toungue so she could do nothing but gargle on her own blood. Finally, after groping for a few moments, I found what I wanted. Her heart. I squeezed it as it slowed. Then the beating stopped completely. She was dead. I ripped the useless vessel out of her lifeless body. After all, she wouldn't be needing it anymore. Ha! Who's heartless now?
I giggled again at my little joke while I took the sacred life and smeared it across the playhouse walls. Heh, now they know what happens when they get on my bad side. With one last glace at my artwork, I left to find my next victim. The rest of the night flew by in a blur of blood, terror, and death. When my night fun was over I met back up with Ryder in the treehouse hideout.
We laughed and chatted about our latest victims and creative kills. That had to be one of the best, gories sprees ever! Eventually we both got tired and left to our individual homes. My house was the same one I grew up in s a kid. The only difference is now my parents aren't around. By not around I mean dead. Not that I care, I was the one who killed them after all. Oh well, past is past.
I walked into my house, peeling the blood stained clothes off my back. I turned the knob to the shower and let the frigid water rush over my body. The blood melted off my skin, washed away by the cleasing water. I watched hypnotized as the sinful liquid, the one I craved, swirled down the drain. So sad. No matter, I can see more any time I like. I dressed and crawled into my warm bed.
Sleep did not come easily. My eyes were stapled, open wide, as I layed down on my side. My thoughts were bouncing off the walls. Flashbacks of today's massacre and others muddled my mind. Eventually after hours of insomnia I was lulled to sleep by the glorious images of shredded bodies and horrific screams.