User:Darkassailent

Son of a demon

How long do I stand here? Looming over the body of my victim and covered on their blood. Most killers really have to think about them. Who they were? Their family and friends. Or you could take my father’s approach which was just to kill the next person you see. I never really knew my father, but the one thing I did know is that the world called him a demon. Not a psycho, not a serial killer but a cold blooded demon. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Jake or at least that’s what I think my name is. I say this because I have memories of people calling me Jake. But that is irrelevant. You may be wondering who my father is but that is for me to know and you to find out. Although I will tell you about who my mother was. She was a whore but everyone knew her as a hooker and the first person that I slid my knife into, but before I had rid this world of my mother she told me about my father. She had met him on a street on a lonely night and he took her to a motel and that is pretty much the story, but one thing that always bothered my mother was what my father said. Not to give away too much, but she said that he tried to say something to her, but he cut himself off twice, so she just kissed him on the cheek and left. I always wanted to know what he would have said but oh well. But until one month ago I knew nothing about him, except what she had told me. Then one night she came back really drunk and probably high on some kind of drug, but that wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was the description of my father. And once I found this out, I researched him. And what I found was amazing, I looked through all crime scene photos that had been leaked and I found a side of myself that didn't know about. I loved his work, it was like art work. I don’t know what happened next it was all a blur. The unsheathing of my knife, the slash and the walls of blood that filled my mother’s room. The police arrived a few minutes later as one of our neighbours had called them as she had heard a crazy screeching sound coming from our apartment thankfully I had the common sense to get out of there. I watched the police as they came through the door and immediately turned tail and almost fall down the stairs as they ran. One had even stopped to vomit. It was the best night of my life. Anyway skip forward a month and I am here standing over the body of my latest victim. Unfortunately I have nowhere near the same amount of kills as my father. But as I stand I wonder where the cops are, I made sure that people heard my work. Was starting to feel like no one wanted me, but that’s when I heard the sirens, I started to make my way out of the door when I heard a noise from behind me, I quickly turned round to see the girl still moving. “So you’re still breathing, let’s fix that” I said as I slowly walked over to her. She had started to call someone and the phone was ringing. “Hello?” said the person on the other end of the call. “HELP” shrieked the girl. “SHUT THE FUCK UP” I shouted as I grabbed the girl by the hair and lifted her up. “Who is this?” the other person said. Before the girl could reply I took my knife and put it up to her throat. “shhh” I said in a soothing voice. “No one can save you” I then started to slowly push the tip of the knife through her throat. Her screams must have woke the entire neighbourhood, but I didn’t care, I took my time. When I finally felt the last bit of life leave the girl’s body, I strung her up, that’s when I went to work and when I left, I was happy with my bloody artwork.

I looked at the newspaper the next day and the headline read. “Nightmare come to life” I looked at it for a minute and thought that it was good enough for what I had done. As I looked up from the newspaper I saw something, no someone staring at me, but then they vanished. I stood up quickly and started walking. I looked back at the paper to find there was something I had forgotten about. “You stupid fucking idiot” I said to myself, there was someone had forgotten about. The person on the phone. The police had questioned her and even though she hadn’t seen me, she had tried to describe me to the police as they had found the phone on the ground and had tried to get an image of me through her description, and it said that the police may think that it’s the work of Jeff the killer. A name that hadn’t been around this area for about a year. The reason for this, it said was that “The man’s voice sounded like a demon’s” I just stood in the middle of the walkway for a while. “Why him? Why Jeff?” I said aloud, and someone replied. “Because only a demon could kill someone like that” I span around to see a man standing there with a cigar in his mouth. “So I guess that makes me a demon then” I said in what could only be described as a demonic tone. “What?” asked the man. “I said I guess that makes me a demon” I replied as I slid a knife out of its sheath. I jumped at the man and before he could react, his guts were on the ground. “Never confuse me and Jeff the killer.” I watched the man as the life was drained from him. Then I ran, I ran out of the town and caught a bus to the next town.

The next day I woke up in the motel room I had rented for the night. I walked outside and saw the same thing that I had seen in the previous town. “WHO ARE YOU” I shouted and then they vanished again. As I walked through the new town I was looking for my next plaything. My eyes were drawn to a young woman about the age of 18. She looked like she would be one of the cheerleaders at the local college. So I decided to follow her. After a while she got to an old house, where a boy who was probably a jock was standing at the entrance of the old house. “What are we doing here?” asked the girl in a somewhat terrified voice. “I wanted a place for us to be alone” replied the jock. “But what about the ghosts?” “You’re not scared are you?” before the girl could answer the jock opened the door and walked inside, so the girl followed and so did I. As the girl walked into the house, I ran up to one of the windows and peered through. What I saw was the girl looking around the old house’s living room, she looked terrified. I almost burst out laughing when she screamed as a rat ran past. Then something even I thought was strange. The front door slammed shut, and again the girl screamed. “THAT’S NOT FUNNY BRAD” Shouted the girl. “What are you ranting about” said Brad as he appeared at the top of the stairs. “The door just slammed shut” said the girl. “It was just the wind, now stop being scared and help me look around up here” said Brad in a very annoyed tone. As the girl made her way up the stairs I thought I saw something in the corner of my eye. I drew my knife and was prepared to fight, but nothing happened, so I put my knife back in its sheath. I climbed in through the window and started to look around the old house myself. Then I heard the two upstairs. “This would be the best place” said Brad. “For what?” asked the girl in a still scared voice. “What do you think” said Brad in an annoyed voice. “NO, NO WAY, NOT HERE.” Shouted the girl, “you said we were here to be alone not…” she was cut off by a loud thud. “What was that?” “It was probably a rat or something” said Brad “Go check” said the girl “Fine” said Brad. I heard the floor boards creaked above me and that’s when I saw his feet at the top of the stairs. I hid around the corner and silently slid my blade from its sheath, I waited for Brad to come near the corner. As I saw Brad’s right hand clutched the door frame I stabbed his hand pinning him to the door frame. A scream escaped his lips he thrashed wildly. I punched him in the gut and pulled the knife from his hand which made him fall back in pain. “You little fucker” Brad said looking directly into my eyes. I stood myself in a ready position and taunted him. Brad stood up and charged at me. I tried to doge out of the way but he expected that. He brought up his other hand and punched me in the face. “FUCK” I shouted as I fell back. Brad then jumped on me pinning me to the ground. Brad then head-butted me and I heard a loud crack. He then picked me up and pinned me against the wall. “You fucked up boy” Brad said in triumph. “But you forget.” I said almost spitting blood “I have this” as I said this I thrust my knife into his chest. I felt the warm, thick liquid trickle down my hand and forearm. Brad then dropped me and fell to his knees, breathing shallowly. I raised Brad’s head and put my knife to his throat. He started to talk, but I interrupted him. “shh” I said in a soothing voice, “you can’t be saved” I then started to slowly push the blade through his throat. His dying breaths brought the girl down to the kitchen where all she saw was Brad drop dead to the floor and seeing me standing next to his, soaked in his blood. There was a moment of silence, were I heard that a storm had started. “Beautiful night. Don’t you think?” I asked her, in a somewhat demonic tone. “You basted” she said as she started to run towards me. “That’s not nice” I said as I moved out of the way of the girl. She stumbled over Brad’s corps and fell flat on her face as lightning illuminates the room and thunder breaks any silence. I start to walk over to her as she turned around and moved back until her back was against the wall. As I got closer to her, I could see that she was looking around for something, anything. “There’s nothing you can do” I said “you can’t be saved.” “Please, you can’t do this” she exclaimed in a voice only someone who was about to die would have. “Why not?” I asked as a smile formed on my face. I got to her and picked her up by her hair so she was looking me in the eye. “I asked you a question” “Because I deserve to live” she said. I thought this was rather arrogant of her, so, I thrust my knife into her abdomen. She screamed in pain as her blood oozed out from her wound and onto my arm. “Wrong answer” I said in an enraged tone. “So again. Why do you deserve to live?” at this point she was crying. “I don’t know why” she said. Her crying almost making her words inaudible. “Then you don’t deserve to live” I said with my anger turning into happiness. The girl started to scream. “shh” I said in a soothing voice, as I raised my knife to her throat. “No one can save you” After I had dealt with the girl, I sheathed my blade and walked into the living room where I was draw to a trophy shelf. “What’s all this?” I said aloud as I walked towards the trophy case. Looked at one of the trophies carefully. It read “Awarded to Lu for good sportsmanship” after I had read the inscription I saw a reflection in the glass. I spun around quickly, putting my hand onto the handle of my knife. Before I could fully see what it was, something hit me in the face. I fell to the ground and I put my hand to my face to stop the bleeding from my broken nose that had started bleeding again. As I looked up I saw him. A white face, black rimmed eyes and a chilling smile that was cut into his face and holding a large knife. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” He shouted angrily. But all I could do was smile at him as I said “Hello Jeff, or should I say, DAD”