So I have good news and bad news. The good news is… that this is a new fanfic by me :D The bad news is that I'm sick and have been blowing my nose like a madwoman lol. But enough of that, onto the story!
I also don't own anything, just my pen name and imagination :D
I also got the idea to write this from the song Monster by Skillet. This will NOT be a songfic. Enjoy ^-^
He didn't know when it began. One minute, everything was normal. His mother was in the kitchen, while his father played the black baby grand piano that was situated in the far corner of their living room, angled just right so that it's musical notes would echo and fill the whole house with music. And the next, blood. Blood was everywhere, tainting everything it touched. It would pool around it's victom while it escaped from them, almost as if mocking the poor soul who which the blood was escaping from. His mother, her once shining, tender eyes were now dim, and lifeless. No, not lifeless, that wasn't the right word. Soulless seemed like a much better description. As if her very soul had been slaughtered within the very physical body it inhabited. As for his father, he was slain at the piano, his body looking to be uncomfortably sprawled out amongst the key and the inner level of the piano itself, his arm stretched out, fingers sprawled as if wanting to finish the piece that was being played. In the middle of it all, of this tragic scene, there he stood. In his hand, a blood covered knife, the excess blood dripping off the edge of the knife and onto the already stained carpet. He had no recollection of how it happened, just that he was feeling mixed emotions. That's all he can phasm, for the rest is just black unconsciousness. Although he stood in the midst of this scene with a confused look etched upon his face,, he knew the reason behind this massacre. It was a beast. A beast that dwelled deep within him. A beast that he kept under lock and key, and would hide from the rest of the world if he had to. But this time, it got out. No, "he" got out. He got out because of the other's carelessness. He saw an opening and went for it, all because of the other's naivety. They completed each other, in a way. One was a tainted soul, void of any innocence and purity, while the other is the picture of innocence, as nothing tainted can touch him. They completed each other, and yet they hated each other. Yes, hate with a very deep passion. One might even call it despise. But there is nothing either one can do, for they complete each other, whether they choose to accept it or not. It all depends on what time has in store for them.