Discretion

Timmy

Haha, this is the prologue for my @PeachyKeeeen fanfiction. I told you I can't write love stories.

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Timothy Parker is about as normal as you could get. He listened to music, had lots of friends, and spent a large portion of his time online.

He sat alone in his room, browsing Instagram and dissing people in Kik. It was a shrill scream that rang throughout the residence that brought him back to the present. At first, he tried to tell himself that it was just in his head. Maybe he was tired, and the day was catching up to him.

But it was when he heard a loud crash outside his door that he knew something was wrong. Oh God, he thought. What the hell is going on?

"I know you're in there."

The voice that came from just behind Tim's bedroom door was that of a man he didn't know. He cowered, debating between fighting and hiding.

"I killed your family. There's no point. Just give in to me--I want to wear your pretty skin." Silence. "It's okay, I'll make it quick. Open up."

Tim's body moved out of its own accord, and before he could even comprehend what was happening, he opened the door.

A boy about the same age as him stood on the other side. He wore a youthful grin and a white outfit--contrasting with the heaps of blood covering him. He held an axe. "I almost feel like when I kill I'm the antagonist of a horror film. It's a beautiful thing."

The boy made a swing, but Tim caught hold of the axe handle. He pulled, but the boy was unrelenting. Back, forth, back, forth. Timothy yelled with fervour, the adrenaline pumping through his skull, and with one final tug, he launched the boy head first into the wall, knocking him unconscious. Blood gushed from a wound in his head.

Timothy felt like a God as he stood over the boy's still figure, but as the adrenaline wore off he felt an odd pain in his shoulder. Touching it, he pulled back a blood-coated hand.

Dizziness prevailed, and he knew he'd lost a significant amount of blood. He rushed to tie a shirt over the laceration before he passed out.

C'mon, Tim!

He felt his vision blurring. Dammit!

His limbs lost all ability to move, and he fell to the ground near the unconscious body of his almost-murderer.

Now, it was only a matter of who would wake up first. That is, if either woke up.