Ok. Im gonna be perfectly honest here. I hate Hannah Montanna, and all of those other Disney Channel shows. But still. I'll spare a few of them.
The End of An Axe
Act 1
Lilly Trescott moaned under the touch of her best friend's older brother as his fingers caressed her soft breasts, his tounge enjoying the sweet tase of her perky red nipples. Lilly groaned out again, as her hand pumped up and down on Jackson Stewart's cock. The two were both moaning, and Jackson slid one hand down to the naked girl's clit, slowly letting his fingers enter. Lilly felt a slight pain, but continued to moan in delight as Jackson sucked her nipples. Suddenly, the two came, almost together, upon each other. Lilly smiled, her face covered in cum, and rolled over to face Jackson. "We have to do that again some time," Lilly said, licking her lips. Jackson laughed. "I'm going to go get a sandwitch." Lilly smirked. "Hurry back, I'm not done with you yet." Jackson grinned and left the room.
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Outside in the kitchen of his home, Jackson, still naked, opened his fridge door. He pulled out a container of ham, and then a package of cheese. He looked for the bread. Usually, his father did this for him, but both Robbie Ray and Miley Stewart were away tonight. As Jackson finished his sandwitch and took the first glorious bite, he suddenly felt the furious gaze of someone on him. He turned, and looked over to his pantry. That was strange. The door was cracked. He was sure it was shut a few minutes ago. Jackson walked over to the door, and closed it. He then turned, and noticed a bag of unpopped popcorn lying on the floor. Licking his lips, Jackson picked it up and placed it in the nearby microwave. As he was about to start it, he heard a weird creaking noise, and spun quickly to find that the pantry door was cracked again. Agitated, Jackson walked to the door and flung it open, trying to see what continued to crack the pantry door.
A can of beans, Family Sized, bounced off of Jackson's head and busted across the ground. Tears welling up in his eyes from the intense pain in his head, Jackson's vision was blurry as the black figure moved forward, his weapon of choice: his bare fists. He began to strangle Jackson, who desperately clutched for the attacker's hands. But the other man was not through. He grabbed Jackson's head, pulled him forcefully towards the microwave, opened the door, and drew the bag of popcorn, still unpopped. He tore open the bag, forced Jackson's lips apart, and shook the contents of the bag down Jackson's throat. Then, holding him by his hair, the figure shoved Jackson's head into the microwave and began to slam the door on his neck. Looking around, he noticed a complete set of knives. He grinned from behind his mask, and reached over and grabbed the butcher knife from the set.
He immediately began to saw at Jackson's neck, eventually severing his head. Cackling softly to himself, he slammed the door, and hit the button labeled POPCORN on the microwave. As the familiar churn of the microwave began, the killer lifted Jackson's body over his shoulder and walked out the backdoor.
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Lilly Trescott rubbed her breasts to wash the Jackson's sticky cum off of them while sitting in the bathtub, most of her body submerged in water. Outside of the house, the killer was burying Jackson's body with a nearby shovel. He noticed a few lights on, and decided that his next target was the girl that Jackson had been having sex with. He knew this by all of the cum on Jackson's naked body. Gripping the shovel in both hands, the killer turned, now done with his current task, and headed for the house. Lilly Trescott, now finished with her bath, covered by only a towel, walked kinkilly down the hallway towards the kitchen. "Oh...Jackson...I'm ready for round two.." She was surprised when no one answered her. "Jackson?" She entered the kitchen to find a puddle of beans on the ground, and a few feet away in front of the microwave she noticed blood. The microwave light was blinking. Something was done cooking. She approached the electronic device and hit the OPEN button. She screamed in terror when she saw Jackson's head, his mouth open and overflowing with newly made popcorn.
She backed up, and the backdoor opened. She turned around in screamed in terror as she watched a man in a black jacket, black pants, black boots, black gloves, and to top it all off a blue skull mask on the front of his face, with a hood covering the back of his head. In his hands was a shovel with blood and dirt on it. Lilly only noticed the blood, and sprinted back towards the bathroom, dropping her towel in the process. The man cocked his head to the side slightly and watched her ass bounce up and down as she ran, then smiled behind his mask and slowly walked forward. He heard a door slam, and then another. He began to speed up. Once he reached the first door, he tried it and it came open with ease. He tried the next door too, and when he found it was locked, took his shovel and smashed the doorknob off of the door.
He heard a squel, and smiled in glee before smashing the door with his shovel three consecutive times before it gave way. Lilly was sitting in the tub, bawling and cowering in the corner. The killer smiled, and walked forward, before being harmlessly pelted with an empty bottle of shampoo. He grabbed the girl by her hair, and tugged her out of the tub. He pushed her against the wall, and smacked her ass once, enjoying in his own sick mind as the butt jiggled from the force of his hand. He smacked it again, and Lilly took this time to kick him in the crotch. He groaned out and she started to run. Now angry, the killer ran too, except that the killer was faster then the teenage girl. As he caught up he raised his shovel and whacked her in the hip. Lilly went down, and the killer stopped over her. He was done playing. He smashed her skull in, enjoying the blood that flowed from her now crushed head.
He dropped his blood covered shovel and, smacking Lilly's ass one last time, he turned and left the house.
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So what do you think of my perverted killer? Anyway, I'm open to complaints, constructive criticism, or praise. Just review.