Rick kicked the door to Mr. and Mrs. Kerwin's room open with his foot, and
rushed right into Ashley's room, where he saw Toby lying stomach-down on
the bed with his head behind the bed and looking underneath it. Rick
submerged the bloody knife so deep into Toby's back, he literally felt it
going through the plush ness of Ashley's bed. Toby awakened and began
thrashing around wildly. He was literally stuck to the bed, because of the
knife. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, he was able to pull himself up.
Once he looked down and saw the bloody tip of the blade sticking out of his
stomach, he blacked out again, and fell stomach-down right back on Ash's
bed. Rick didn't waste this valuable time; using newly found strength, he
extracted the knife from Toby's stomach/back. He flipped Toby over and
repeatedly stabbed him in the area where his heart would most likely be.
After checking his pulse and realizing, with immense satisfaction, that
Toby was now dead too, Rick sat on the bed next to his corpse and put his
face in his hands. Before he knew it, unusually sorrowful tears fell down
his face in rivers. Right then, a violent war began erupting in his poor,
demented head:
Rational Rick: YOU DUMBASS! I can not believe what you did! Beating Terri was one thing, but you just killed/ate an entire family and a SCHOOLTEACHER! Crazy Rick: I don't get what's so wrong with killing people. You have an algebra test you don't want to take, kill the teacher. You hold a grudge with someone, kill them. Mad at your parents, kill them too. Hate yourself— Rational Rick: Stop it! Stop! It! Just halt that goddamn thought! Thinking like that is exactly how you got us into this mess! Crazy Rick: Now? NOW, you're acting up? Now, after I killed a teenager, 3 adults, and ate another teenager, you're telling me to stop thinking like "that"? You are just so MESSED UP in the head. Rational Rick: You're right. I'm getting just as crazy as you. Oh, fuck it, go on a killing spree! You already have life in prison, if not the death sentence. Crazy Rick: Thank you, finally! I'm so happy you have decided to cross over to the insane side...now I don't have a conscience anymore, and I'll be able to go about my next killings without having some worry-wart telling me to stop!
Rick stood up. While this newfound concept of being conscience-free took hold, he thought of just who he would murder next....
Concurrently, JT was still quivering with fear in the bathroom. Finally, he decided he HAD to call the police. He opened the door quietly, and remember that there was a phone in the downstairs kitchen. As softly as he could manage, he crept down the stairs.
Rick could hear a door creaking, and soft footsteps. He picked up his knife and slowly exited Ashley's room holding the knife low and point-forward.
JT made it downstairs, and entered the kitchen. He spied the phone on the far wall, and moved towards it...
...just as Rick said, firmly,
Rick: Not so fast, Grade Niner.
JT spun around and saw the crimson-stained knife in Rick's bloody hand.
JT: It was YOU! You killed those people, and put their bones under that bed!
Rick: *laughs* I killed a lot of people. Mr. Simpson, Mr. and Mrs. Kerwin, I ate Ashley—
JT cringed at word "ate"
Rick: —and I also killed Toby.
JT grabbed his heart; he was feeling the same empty, deflated sensation that Mr. Kerwin felt when he thought his wife was cheating on him with old, bald, Mr. Simpson.
JT: Not-Toby-how-could you?
--he managed to choke out.
Rick just shook his head and smiled.
Rick: Don't worry, boy. You'll soon be with your friend.
With that, Rick lunged at JT in the same way he had lunged at Mr. Simpson. JT was faster, though, and spun away just as Rick's knife ingressed the yellow wall-papered kitchen wall.
Rick: GODDAMIT! YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!
As Rick attempted to pull the stained (and now rusting) knife out of the wall, JT came up behind him and karate-chopped his back. Rick let out an—
Rick: Oh-o-o!
--and crumpled to the floor, struggling to reach his back. JT jerked the knife out of the wall and was just about to stab Rick when he ankle-bit JT's ankle and moved it around, causing JT to drop the knife and descend to the ground. The hemoglobin-stained death object was now one foot away from the two of them—they both reached for it—they knew that whoever had the longest arm would be the person to reach the knife first...
R&R, and I'll post the next chapter!
Rational Rick: YOU DUMBASS! I can not believe what you did! Beating Terri was one thing, but you just killed/ate an entire family and a SCHOOLTEACHER! Crazy Rick: I don't get what's so wrong with killing people. You have an algebra test you don't want to take, kill the teacher. You hold a grudge with someone, kill them. Mad at your parents, kill them too. Hate yourself— Rational Rick: Stop it! Stop! It! Just halt that goddamn thought! Thinking like that is exactly how you got us into this mess! Crazy Rick: Now? NOW, you're acting up? Now, after I killed a teenager, 3 adults, and ate another teenager, you're telling me to stop thinking like "that"? You are just so MESSED UP in the head. Rational Rick: You're right. I'm getting just as crazy as you. Oh, fuck it, go on a killing spree! You already have life in prison, if not the death sentence. Crazy Rick: Thank you, finally! I'm so happy you have decided to cross over to the insane side...now I don't have a conscience anymore, and I'll be able to go about my next killings without having some worry-wart telling me to stop!
Rick stood up. While this newfound concept of being conscience-free took hold, he thought of just who he would murder next....
Concurrently, JT was still quivering with fear in the bathroom. Finally, he decided he HAD to call the police. He opened the door quietly, and remember that there was a phone in the downstairs kitchen. As softly as he could manage, he crept down the stairs.
Rick could hear a door creaking, and soft footsteps. He picked up his knife and slowly exited Ashley's room holding the knife low and point-forward.
JT made it downstairs, and entered the kitchen. He spied the phone on the far wall, and moved towards it...
...just as Rick said, firmly,
Rick: Not so fast, Grade Niner.
JT spun around and saw the crimson-stained knife in Rick's bloody hand.
JT: It was YOU! You killed those people, and put their bones under that bed!
Rick: *laughs* I killed a lot of people. Mr. Simpson, Mr. and Mrs. Kerwin, I ate Ashley—
JT cringed at word "ate"
Rick: —and I also killed Toby.
JT grabbed his heart; he was feeling the same empty, deflated sensation that Mr. Kerwin felt when he thought his wife was cheating on him with old, bald, Mr. Simpson.
JT: Not-Toby-how-could you?
--he managed to choke out.
Rick just shook his head and smiled.
Rick: Don't worry, boy. You'll soon be with your friend.
With that, Rick lunged at JT in the same way he had lunged at Mr. Simpson. JT was faster, though, and spun away just as Rick's knife ingressed the yellow wall-papered kitchen wall.
Rick: GODDAMIT! YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!
As Rick attempted to pull the stained (and now rusting) knife out of the wall, JT came up behind him and karate-chopped his back. Rick let out an—
Rick: Oh-o-o!
--and crumpled to the floor, struggling to reach his back. JT jerked the knife out of the wall and was just about to stab Rick when he ankle-bit JT's ankle and moved it around, causing JT to drop the knife and descend to the ground. The hemoglobin-stained death object was now one foot away from the two of them—they both reached for it—they knew that whoever had the longest arm would be the person to reach the knife first...
R&R, and I'll post the next chapter!