User:Idreamdarkness83

'''The countdown. '''

It was an ordinary day, it was raining outside though. I hate the rain. I've always hated it. Pewdie insisted that we spend the night the night at his house. Ken and I agreed.

''Who knows, could be fun. ''

Thunder was echoing outside and the lightning lit up the night sky. The power had been flashing on and off for the last hour though. Quite unnerving, don't you agree? It was about three in the morning and Maya was traumatized by the loud thunder shaking the house. We tried to calm her down but nothing was working....

Stupid bitch.

Pewdie stroked the dog's short puggish fur and soothed her as she curled into his lap. I didn't understand why he didn't put the stupid dog in with Marzia, who had gone to bed hours before. This was taking the fun away. "M-Maybe Maya should go sleep with Marzia." Ken suggested, quite afraid of the dark...among other things.

Pewdie shifted uncomfortably. "No, she's fine out here." He said, still absently stroking her fur. I tried not to scoff; the both of them were like that damn dog. Both too afraid of the thunder currently shaking the house to move.

I suppose that could be to my advantage in the long run.

The power flickered once more''. 1...2...3....''It stayed off.

Maya yelped and sprinted down the hall to what I assumed to be Marzia and Pewdie's room. I stood, and stretched and vaguely told Ken and Pewdie I was going to the washroom.

''I lied. ''

I crept down the hall to where the dog sat in front of the closed bedroom door. My handy knife was tucked into my pocket securely and I could hear soft breathing on the other side of the door.

''Better not wake her. ''I thought.

I pulled the knife from my pocket and slipped into the room, Maya at my heels. It'd be a shame if they went missing...I joked in my head, smiling in real life. The cold tip of the blade was pressed to Marzia's throat.

5....

The knife pierced the skin easily, sliding smoothly over it in a clean cut. Blood flew everywhere.

My, my, what a mess. I thought in my head as I moved quickly to the bathroom to change into my "K" shirt and jeans. Could always say I spilled something. I played in my head.

I moved back into the living room where Pewdie and Ken anxiously sat.

"Cry!" Pewdie cried jumping to his feet. "Weren't you wearing something different earlier?"

"Oh...Something happened. I spilled...something." I smiled, the darkness hiding my face. "No big deal."

My hair was still wet from the water I had dumped on my head to wash away the blood, so it was matted to my face in a way that seemed either angelic or demonic.

I preferred the second option.

"Cry you’re soaked!" Pewdie noticed as a flash of lightning lit up the room adding a slight glow to everything. "I'll go get you a towel." He said, exiting the room.

Time to go… Ken.

Ken yawned, obviously tired. In a few minutes he wouldn't be. "I think I'm gonna go to sleep." Ken said his words trailing in a tired manor.

I picked up the metal baseball bat when Ken had his back turned. "I thought we could play baseball, Ken." I chuckled slightly.

"Hm...?" Ken looked out the window. "It's pitch black outside! Not to mention pouring rain! Goodness Cry, what are you thinking?" He asked in sleepy disbelief. ''

Moron. ''I thought as I smiled. "I know...I just thought it might be fun to play." I chuckled more, a little louder this time.

Ken turned, fear in his eyes. "C-Cry, You're startin' to scare me." He chuckled as I weighed the bat. "Knock it off." '' Okay. '' "Strike three!" I called, throwing my weight into the swing as it collided with his skull with a sickening crunch, almost completely muted by the thunder outside. "You're out..." I whispered as I laid the bat across the room, the carpet muting the sound of both the bat and Ken's lifeless body.

4...

I pulled Ken into a nearby closet and hid his corpse inside as Pewdie's footsteps approached. "Got you your towel!" Pewdie called as he pounded down the hall.

"Where's Ken?" Pewdie asked as he handed me the red towel.

Such a lovely colour.

"He...Had to go." I muttered, refraining from breaking out laughing.

"Oh, that's too bad." Pewdie said sitting at his desk. "So I have a line-up of games that we can all play in the next week." He said casually, picking up a hand-written note from his desk.

But Pewdie... I thought. We're already playing one. I smirked.

Pewdie sighed and stood up. "You're not even listening to me are you?" He smiled playfully. "Oh, I know, you must be cold! Let's have some Hot chocolate!" He walked over to Ken's closet and grabbed the handle. '' Grand finale. '' Ken's corpse fell almost completely on top of Pewdie. "K-K-Ken?! I'm flattered really, just...." There was a flash of lightning and Pewdie paused. "K-Ken?" Pewdie's words trailed off as he stared into Ken's mangled face.

"C-Cry....What happened?" He shook Ken off of him and backed up against the wall.

I smiled at him as I slowly moved closer, my blood covered knife in hand. "It was a countdown Pewdie!" Maya barked at my feet and I realized the damn bitch had followed me down the hall. "Dammit!" I called as I kicked the mutt into the wall. She collided with a satisfying crunch.

3...  I laughed. "5...4...3...2...1..." I stared at Pewdie. "You understand the concept, right?" I took a step towards him and he pressed himself tighter to the wall.

"Goodnight friend." I whispered thrusting the blade into his neck as blood erupted everywhere, splattering my face, the wall, and Pewdie himself.

He made a wet gagging sound and crumpled to the floor, completely silent. I stabbed again, it was so much fun, let's have fun again. I thought as a grin lit up my face.

2....

I wiped the blood onto my light blue jeans, such a lovely colour, red. I thought absently, as I raised the blade and studied it. "Hmm..." I let it glisten in the slight moonlight as lightning erupted outside.

I stared out the window for the longest time. I didn't know how long I'd been standing there but the sky was starting to lighten. If I wanted to do this, I had to do it quick...before someone noticed. I slid my hand down to my other pocket. I felt the cool handle of a pistol, sticking just outside it.

I pulled it out, Checked to make sure it was loaded, and held the barrel up to my temple. The cold metal slid perfectly into place against my warm skin. "C'mon guys!" I said, pulling off my mask for the first time. "Let's play again!"

1...

I pulled the trigger and everything went dark.