Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-10869901-20140512073709

My name is James Williamson. I was your average 13 year old. Lots of friends, loving family, nice house. all the good stuff. I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I was 5' 11". The only thing was, I liked to gut fish and arrange their guts into words. I took pictures of them all. Oh how I loved it. it made me so happy for some reason. It was my 14th birthday and my father gave me these two interlocking daggers that had been passed down my family for 5 generations. The blades were curved in an S like shape and appeared to have a yellowish tinge to it. the handles were wrapped in leather and the hand guard went out then curled upward a little. He told me not to harm anything with them though. I told him I wouldn't. I took them to school the next day to show my friends. On the way home this dog attacked me. This dog did it every day. I hated that dog. I pulled out the daggers and stabbed it in the side repeatedly until it was dead. I hid the body in a bush but before I did, I gutted it and arranged its guts in the shape of the Chinese symbol for chaos. That night I sat in my room looking at the daggers. The urge to use them was too intense. I took them and snuck out. I went around and killed a couple of other pets around town and arranged the guts in the shape of the Chinese symbol for chaos before hiding their bodies. Each day the urge got stronger until about a month later I got this urge that animals weren't enough. I grabbed my blue jacket with black sleeves and my white shirt that said in black letters "CHAOS" and walked off down the road. i saw someone so i jumped out and slit her stomach right open and ripped her guts right out onto the pavement. On my way home I passed my best friends house. I decided that I would kill his family as well. I did exactly that in the same way. I then arranged her guts in the shape of the Chinese symbol for chaos. I suddenly realized that I was covered in blood and i should clean it all off to divert any attention so i cleaned myself off and wiped down the daggers. When I got home my parents were waiting for me. They started yelling at me to not sneak out anymore. I couldn't take it so I stabbed my father with one dagger and slit my mom open with the other. I proceeded to gut them alive afterward. When I looked up I saw my brothers Jake and Michael hiding behind my sister Tasha. I killed them as well. I slit Tasha's throat and stabbed my brothers. The neighbor had come over to check on us because he saw me sneaking in. he looked through the window and saw the whole thing. he then called the police. T quickly wrote a note on the wall in the blood of my family. sorry for this but i couldn't control myself. have fun trying to catch me. always remember, Every Story Needs An End. Make Yours A Good One. -Slicer I then put the Chinese symbol for chaos beneath the note and grabbed my blue jacket with black sleeves that i wore all the time. The police were after me so I hid in the woods near my neighbor hood. i climbed a tree and waited for morning to come. I then ran off up into the mountains. i found an old shack that seemed abandoned. I looked inside and saw it was empty except for a bed. I figured it was a hunting cabin so i decided to stay for a while. I had to wait awhile to go back down to town for food but it was worth the wait.i finally decided to go down to steal some stuff for hunting. I found a kusarigama in one house as i was killing the family so I decided to keep it. In case you don't know what that is ill tell you. it is a long chain with a blade on one end and a weight on the other. a very useful skill for my new lifestyle. The chain was about 15 feet long.i also found a couple of fishing poles and hunting knives that i also kept. It had been about a year of me going down once or twice a month and came down once a month to kill somebody. I stayed there until i heard a rustling in the brush. the owner of the shack came up. he was leading a group of police. I had to run. The police saw me and followed me for awhile but i shook them off. Knowing that they wouldn't give up I remained on the run for another year. I killed people whenever they saw me sneaking around at night. I couldn't have any witnesses. one time I decided to climb into a house and kill the family and rob them of food and a few weapons. That's when I met Dicer, my new apprentice. Ill tell you that story later in another story. This is all i can type for now. Gotta go now. jJust remember. Every Story Needs An End. Make Yours A Good One. - Slicer    