A/N: This one is something i wrote for essay lessons!
Disclaimer: Don't own Happy Tree Friend
Warning: Gory and it is quite detail also/
Splattered. Dripped. Flowing.
This was something that couldn't be avoided as my weapon cut across their bodies, broke their bones, tore their skins and disfigured their faces. My favourite had to be a spiked baseball bat, a chainsaw and an axe. A gun and knife were too boring to use. Slash and you're dead. Pull the trigger and you're dead. It was not fun. They didn't scream for long. They couldn't beg for mercy if they're dead right. I smirked as two teenager, brats really, fell to the ground. One of them had their eyes squelched out and stomped on. By me of course, the hero. It was art the way their blood splattered the wall decorating the plain white to a beautiful crimson. I smirked. 'Another job well done.' I thought before leaving.
It was the next day when I first met him. He was unusual to me as he introduced himself in front of the classroom. He was msiling and was overall friendly but… he smelt like death. He had a striking beautiful emerald and his dyed green haired just fit perfectly with his slender but muscled body. He was wearing a green army jacket over a plain green shirt with a picture of a squirrel and matching army trousers. The females in the classroom all swooned when he smiled and talked and even just walked. He was even good at Physical Examination class which only increased his fanbase. Despite his easy going smile and nice guy look, I felt like I had a connection with him. Like we were similar in some way. But I couldn't recall what was familiar. While he was a jock; the popular guy, I was just plain old geek. With dark aqua eyes and red-framed glasses. I had a dark blue hair that was not dyed no matter how unbelievable it was. I always wore a light blue overall jumper on top of a maroon shirt. Like the clothes mechanics usually wore.
It was night time again and I had scoured the perimeter for my next prey. I had on a dark blue hooded jacket with the hood pulled up to cover my face and a red mask. I was walking past an alley when I heard it. A blood curdling scream echoed through the darkness. My blood boiled and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. It was not out of fear, it was excitement. At meeting someone who was like me. The scream intensified before it was joined by another and another. A pleading for mercy, curses being thrown and the sound of blood dripping and splattering. And the smell! Oh the smell. It was deliciously ironic. A smirk stretched across my face and my pupils dilated as I ran searching for the person who had cause those sounds.
And there he was. Bodies surrounding him, not all of them intact. Blood covered his face and clothes. On his hand was a simple small knife and this confused me. To cut through all those layers of skin and removing a head from the neck, you would need something bigger. That must have meant he was super strong. I looked at him and smiled.
"Hello Philip, nice meeting you here." I stated. His head whipped toward me and his beautiful emerald eyes turned yellow under the moonlight. He looked confused but only for a moment before he cackled. I just smiled before kneeling to yank a head off the ground. Nice. The face had no nose and the lips were cut off leaving skin bleeding and teeth showing drenched in blood. It was truly magnificent.
"No wonder," He started and I looked up. "You smell like blood Laura." He was beautiful, covered in crimson liquid and patches of skin and meat. He was wearing his usual school clothes. His army clothes.
"You too my friend. You too." I replied walking to him and leading him to my house. I needed to clean him so we wouldn't be found out. This city needs a hero to give colour to it's rather bland appearance. And there was never a hero without any sidekicks.