I'm so very sorry for how long this took.
I was expecting to just blaze through this but i guess school decided other wise.
I hope you like it and it brings much bloody joy to you.
Now there's a reason its under the horror genre and i warned you.
Now please be so kind as to review. It works wonders on my confidence.
The movie rolled to an end and the raven haired boy's head was resting on my shoulder and an empty popcorn bowl tossed over to the side. Would It be weird to call him crow haired? That sounds stupid. I can like crows as much as an actual fucking want, but maybe trying to switch up the analogy isn't a good idea. I sat with John he looked kinda tired and ready for some sleep. I bring my arm around and place my hand on his hip. He gets a light dust of pink on his cheeks but its nothing too serious.
"Hey Dave," He yawned and brought his hand up to ruffle his hair a bit. "I never asked, but where am I going to sleep tonight?" He sat up and the warmth from his head slowly faded from my shoulder. Fuck I missed It already.
"Theres not much room on the floor." I said rubbing my thumb up and down John side a few times. "You could sleep on my bed with me. It's pretty huge"
John looked to maul the thought of sleeping in the same bed with me for a few seconds before he smiled cheerfully and agreed
I took out the dvd and turned the tv off as John went to collect his hygiene things and go brush his teeth. I walked to the kitchen to put the bowl in the sink and any other dishes that were laying out and about from gaming and random snacks that seemed to be a great idea right in the midst of a heated fight on Mortal Combat.
I clumsily grabbed one of the knifes from the drying rack next to the sink. Fuck, why did i stumble to grab it? I'm usually so good with my hands. I bet I could show John a thing or two about how to handle a man.
The faint sound of rushing water filled my ears as I exited the doorless kitchen and made my way slowly to the bathroom. I peaked in through the crack in the still slightly ajar door. John had already swapped out his day clothes for his pj's and was hovering over the bathroom sink brushing his teeth. Opening the door and startling him would have been so fucking hilarious. Seeing him gag on the tooth brush as he accidentally shoved it a bit to far down his throat when he jumped.
These thoughts again huh? God I need some serious help. But not to serious. Serious assholes are always such party poopers. I tightened my fist and held the handle of something. Fuck, It's that damn knife. I sat that down right?
I leave John to finish his before bed rituals and put the knife up then headed to my bedroom to grab my tooth brush. Bathrooms are nasty and every time you flush the damn toilet, germs fly up and get on everything. My toothbrush will stay in its little red cup on my night stand for the rest of its useful life. Once that usefulness runs out or it breaks it will be replaced with a better, newer toothbrush. Theme's the breaks of being a toothbrush.
I head off to brush my teeth, but find myself in the kitchen again. The glimmer of the knife on the drying rack and the soft patter of feet are all my mind could comprehend before i grabbed the knife and moved down the short hallway the the bathroom. ia super stealth ninja style.
"Hey Dave," John half yelled as he finished combing over his short hair. "do you think one day me and your bro could get to know each other better? He seems like a cool guy." He turned to exit the bathroom and i grabbed him by the arm, turned him around quickly and slammed him in the wall on the other side from the bathroom door.
I leaned in close to his ear. "Don't make a sound. I could slit your throat and watch the blood run down your chest before you could even muster the will to scream." I shoved him a bit harder against the cold wall for effect.
John seemed a bit dazed about what had just happened, The sudden blow to his brain just seconds after he had finished brushing his hair. He managed a small sobbing noise that sounded like he understood and I moved back a bit. A sigh of relieve escaped my lips and grazed John's neck. Most times breathing on a person's neck or ears is seen as some kind of affection or arousing gesture, but John just seemed nervous and not aroused in the least. Damn those steamy books for lying to me.
Some how or another me and John ended up in the living room with him on the floor and me on his legs and the knife to his throat. I had no plans of fucking him just keeping him from using his legs. John didn't really struggle. He knew me and Bro sparred and if he so much as tried any thing I could quickly end it.. I had showed him my scares and from the way he looked at them when I first showed him he believed they weren't from something stupid like skateboarding. I had managed to grab the duck table off of the counter when we passed it. Against my better judgment I released my grab on the knife to grab the duck tape that was beside John.
Using my mouth, and only free hand, I ripped a good amount of duck tape off of the roll and slapped it over Johns mouth. He was tearing up and making loud muffled hicupping noises but hadn't actually put up much of a struggle. Once the duck tape was in place I grabbed the knife again and lowered my head to rest on the crook of his neck. I kissed the slightly Summer tanned skin before biting down. Not hard but enough leave a mark, but to bruise his soft skin.
John made a light whimpering noise from the sudden pain but tried his best to be quiet.
I looked over at him and gently nipped at his collar bone. Then slowly made my way down his chest and ran my hand over his left nipple. John made a move to stop me but I pulled my head back and stuck him in the right hand with the knife. It went through piercing into the floor under It. The panic in John's eyes flared and he struggled to pull his bleeding hand away and hold It protectively to his body. I bet he would have curled up and cowered in fear, if I wasn't placed on top of him.
The raven haired boy thrusted his hips up in an attempt to throw me off balance. It didn't work I just shifted my weight around. He made more pained noises and my heart sped up like some kind of psychopathic clown fucker. I leaned forward and bit onto his shoulder, piercing the skin and letting the new blood trickle down to his back. He thrashed about in another vain attempt to get rid of me. Alright this was going to have to end quickly before he actually pissed me off. I slid the knife under his shirt and then pulled it out quickly leaving a long slit along his abdomen. It wasn't too deep, but it bleed like a mother fucker. John's breath hitched and I finally noticed the tears streaming down his face. I want to see more. I plunged the knife into his left elbow joint. With a harsh cracking and a pop and a twist of the knife His arm was broken.
John made a noise that would have been a scream If not for the duck tape holding his small but well rounded lips together with its sticky silver embrace. "Do you like this John? Is this something you enjoy?" I chuckled, while dragging the knife up his arm. My right right foot was placed firmly on his shoulder to keep his movements mostly contained.
I leaned down and grabbed the small boys flushed face with my bloodied hand. I looked down into his scared bright blue eyes and sighed. What a lovely sight before me. I feel almost graced with some kind of sugar coated holiness. I moved my leg and brought it back down to keep John's legs firmly in place. I slipped my hands up to John's dirtied night shirt then ripped It open; darting forward to sink my teeth into the large cut. John muffle screamed again and moved to hit me with his arms but I caught both then forced them down as I started chewing. Sweet, he is so sweet. Like candy covered in sugar and cherries!
Pulling back with a loud ripping noise and squirts of blood following me I pulled a good amount of John's sweet flesh with me. He started 'screaming' again and I'm pretty sure he must have relieved himself in his pain and terror. Oh John, what a messy boy you are. Leaning back still, I lunged my upper body forward smashing me and the raven haired boy's foreheads together. He made loud pained noises and the tears kept streaming. "Oh John," I started. "you're so sweet! I need more" He started shaking worse than he was. If that was possible. I gripped the knife tightly in my hand before bringing it up to the boys soft, bruised throat. "Good bye my sweet song bird." I whispered against his duck taped lips before slicing from one side of his throat to the other. "Good night, sweetie."
I stood up from the bloodied mess on the ground. Wow I might have over done it there. I giggled and walked to the bathroom. I could dye my hair. Yeah, Its about time I change up my look. Maybe dye my hair bright green, buy some tight light pink skinny jeans, and wear those old heart shaped sun glasses that I got for Halloween so many years ago. Tonight was a good night.
And here's the end of my first ever fan fiction.
I hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing this chapter.
I told you it was going to be bad.
I also know this chapter is long than the others.
Its the main chapter so It just makes sense in my twisted little mind.
