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Sean The Killer - "Take a Nap!" "Sean, honey! Time for school." Sean's mother yelled from downstairs in an impatient tone. Sean whipped the covers the covers, rubbed his eyes and sighed. Sean had a slight hatred for school. Few friends, bad grades, and many enemies. Sean had messy bright brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. "I'm coming...!" He shouted back at his mother. Sean walked out of his room threw on his clothes, and glanced at his drawings. Death, blood. Sean seemed to love to draw that. Not that he'd want to die himself. Sean trudged downstairs and waved at his older sister, Sophia. She smiled, rolled her eyes and continued putting her homework in her bag. Sophia was 19 and Sean was 17. Sean walked over to get breakfast but his mom stopped him. "Sorry,Sean. You slept in,the bus is coming." Sean's mom messed up Sean's hair even more. He brushed it back down with his hands. The bus stopped at the door. "Do I have to go?" Sean complained. "Yes,now go." His mom ordered. Sean sighed even louder than before as he walked out the door. He looked at the windows. Kids everywhere. One in particular was staring right at Sean, smiling. "Oh,God. Zachary's here today…" He groaned quietly, hoping that Sophia wouldn't hear him. Sean walked up the bus' stairs and headed to find a seat. "Over here doofus!" Zach called to me. Sean grunted and sat next to him. "I'll be waiting for you at the cafeteria...Now find your own seat, move it!" Zachary pushed Sean off the seat. "Over here, Sean!" Sean got up a d sat beside his friend Jacob. It was a long drive to school. But they finally reached. First class: Math. Sean's worst subject. To Sean, math was just a crap ton numbers and letters. Sean was staring at his book trying to understand algebra while his math teacher, mrs. Robinson, was already onto way more complicated stuff. "Sean," Sean looked right up once he heard his name. "what answer did you get for question 6?" It was the teacher calling for him. All eyes went right on Sean. His face turned bright red. "I, uh- I got…Uh…I…5n?" The room burst out laughing. "Sean did you do your homework?" The teacher looked furious, getting tired of all the times that Sean has skipped doing work. "…" Sean looked back at his book. The kids continued to laugh. "Another detention, mr. Tabeon." The teacher scowled. "Go die for all I care..." Sean whispered. The bell rang. Sean walked off to the cafeteria. He had forgotten about what Zach told him on the bus. Zachary looked at him with a smirk. "Over here, Tabeon!" Zach yelled. Sean slowly walked over to him. "What do you want?" Sean sighed. "Remember in 9th grade, where you stole my best friend? Ya, now I get payback." Zach kneed Sean in the gut. But Sean didn't fall. He ignored the pain. Zachary had beaten him up too many times. "Heh. Too bad..." Sean sneered. Zach fell astonished. Sean had kicked him to the ground. Sean bent down and kept punching Zach in the nose until his face was drenched with blood. Sean felt a pulling sensation in his heart. Drawing blood was great, but seeing it in real life made Sean even happier. "What is going on here?" The principal walked in and noticed Zach on the floor with his bloody face. The principal dragged Sean to her office while she called his mom. Sean was sent home early. His mom had arranged some therapy for Sean in a few days. He spent the rest if his time starring at his walls, admiring his drawings, while also thinking about Zach's bloody face. Days past. Sean was headed to therapy in his mom's car. They walked in the room. The therapist was a short black haired woman with bright green eyes. Sean's mom exited the room. "Hello Sean. How are you today?" The therapist cheerfully asked. "Fine..." Sean mumbled. "Great! So I hear that you have a small problem...It was about...You bullying at school?" "Correct..." Sean didn't want to talk about it. "And your mom tells me that your drawings have been…Violent?" She questioned. "I like it." Sean proclaimed. "Well, Sean-" the therapist was cut off. "Leave me alone! I don't need some green-eyed midget telling me how to act. I can do what I want!" Sean snapped at her. The therapist looked at Sean obnoxiously. "Excuse me?" She was angry now. Sean kept a strait face. "I'm leaving." Sean ignored the therapist and walked out of the room. "How'd it go?" Sean's mom asked. Sean shrugged than followed her to the car. They reached home and Sean headed to his room. He got under his company. Sean didn't bother changing. He just laid down in his jogging pants and bright orange jacket. A noise could be heard from outside his window. "Who's there?" Sean questioned. No answer. More rustling. "Who's there- …" Sean seen non-blinking eyes outside his window. The thing entered his room. Sean rushed out. "W-what are you?!" Sean screamed. In front of him was a pale person with a white jacket, a cut in smile and eyes that seemed to never clothes. "I'm Jeff...Here, boy…Lay down in bed…And go to sleep…" Jeff pulled a blood stained knife from his pocket. Sean started to run. No use. "You can't run! You must go to sleep!" Jeff screamed. He pushed Sean onto his bad and put the knife to his mouth. Slowly, very, very slowly…The knife was pulled diagonally in Sean's mouth. Sean shrieked as the skin from his cheeks was split. "All done! Now to cut off your eyelids! If your going to be as beautiful as me you must not be able to look away!" Jeff was incredibly insane. "NO!" Sean kicked Jeff off of him,leaving the knife to spiral away from them both. Jeff got up and punched Sean in the eye than he rushed to his knife. Sirens could be heard. Outside the window red and blue lights flashed. Jeff froze, then grabbed his knife and rushed back out of the window. The next morning, Sean stood in front of the window, laughing uncontrollably. His mom opened the door slowly. "Sean, honey, are you alright?" His mom looked extremely concerned. "Haha! Ya! Fine! Haha!" Sean's had a black eye, which was currently twitching. "Sean, I know you must be mad that that guy cut in that smile-" "N-no mom! Haha! I-I love it!" Sean felt the same pulling sensation in his heart as before. Blood. All he thought about was blood. "Blood...Blood..." He thought. "Sean, honey-" Right through the gut. Sean had jammed a large knife right through her gut. "AH-" Another knife, right through the forehead. "Take a nap!" Sean laughed even more than pulled the knives out of his mother. Sean had escaped his house. Still wearing his orange jacket, which was now drenched in blood. He's still out there.