Blood Stained Hands
Chapter 1
"Please stop please I'm begging you stop."
Those words could be heard every night in the home. No not home, house this place was not a home. A home is a safe warm loving place this is a house of horrors. Sure the outside looked beautiful with all the flowers and bird baths. The inside was where the true monster lived though.
His layer was the basement where it was cold damp and had blood red walls. They were painted alright, but not with paint with his victims blood. Blood from years of torturing innocent people covered the walls. More screams and pleads filled the room, though there was no point there was only one room in the house that could hear them. That rooms occupant as trapped down there with them.
That person was a three year old boy. Just turned three a week ago and made the mistake of telling the monster something. Now here he was down in the basement sitting curled up in the corner shaking covered in blood.
It had been a week of this the same thing every night. his body was exhausted from the lack of sleep. He couldn't tell anymore where his blood and the person's blood was on him anymore. It all just mixed together on his small shaking frame.
He knew there was only one way to make the begging stop. There was only one way to make the person's pain stop. It was all his fault if he hadn't said what he said none of this would have happened. It was time the monster handed him the knife. The boy knew what he was supposed to do though just like last night he refused. He didn't give in till the pain was too much for him to handle. The innocent victim always begged him to kill them. Telling the poor child how it was all okay that he needed to survive so that one of them did.
Only then did the poor boy picked up the knife. He always made it quick and as painless as possible. He took the knife and stabbed the person right in the middle of their throat. Making them bleed out almost instantly. It wasn't the end yet though more work had to be done. His little beat up exhausted body still had to dig a hole deep enough and big enough for the body. Then he had to clean up all the weapons of any blood and the floor. Only after all of that was he free to sleep assuming it wasn't time for everyone to get up. Then his day would start all over again. Those same red eyes coming at him in the darkness of his room.
Sasuke woke up with a start. He always did after having a nightmare. It was always the same one just different times, different victims. He was in a cold sweat and shaking he didn't even need to look at the clock to know that it was three am. He always woke up around the same time every night.
The screams and pleads still filled his mind echoing in his ear. He looked down at his hands to find them once again covered in blood. He got up and ran to the bathroom turning on the hot water he began to scrub his hands. He did this after every time, every night was the same the blood was still there.
After twenty minutes of straight hot water and scrubbing Sasuke gave up. The blood was still there he could still see it. He was the only one to ever see it though, for the real blood was long washed away. Only Sasuke's eyes could see the invisible blood. To the broken twelve year old boy he'll never be able to get rid of the blood. No amount of hot water and scrubbing could cure his blood stained hands.