It was the middle of December--extremely cold. Dan and Phil had just moved into their new house in Manchester. They were both really happy, not only because the house was huge and they got a lot of space for themselves, but because the house HAD A FREAKING SWIMMING POOL.
That one particular morning, as Phil woke up and went out for a breath of fresh air, he noticed something in the pool. He walked closer to inspect. Fish--little ones and big ones, filled the pool. He gasped.Suddenly he heard a giggle from behind him. He turned.
It was Dan, standing in his boxers,by the door with his arms folded across his chest, a wide grin across his face.
"How's the surprise,Phil?"Dan smiled.
"Dan why'd you put fish in our---" He was interrupted by Dan as he sprinted towards Phil and pushed him in the pool. Phil was inside the water for a few seconds, when he came back up, he was holding his neck with both of his hands, gasping for air. Phil was choking.
Dan ran upto him to help. He dragged Phil out of the huge pool,making him sit on a seat nearby. Phil was still struggling to breathe.
The younger boy shoved his hand down Phil's throat and pulled out something. A huge fish. Phil gasped and coughed, finally able to breathe, about to thank Dan, but Dan had other plans. He smirked and held Phil down on the seat with both of his hands.
"What the hell?" Phil said, confused.
Dan smirked and shoved one of his hands down Phil's throat again and--
HE RIPPED HIS INTESTINES OUT. Phil collapsed on the ground, screaming and bleeding badly. Dan chuckled.
"You like that,Philly?" He smirked.
Dan looked down at his friend's instestines in his hand. He licked them. Delicious. He proceeded to eat all of it and savoured every.goddamn.bite. while his companion lay there, partially concious, blood streaming out of his mouth, his eyes red and body shaking.
Dan smirked again, he liked it. He was craving for more. He shoved his hand down Phil's throat again and this time--he ripped out his stomach. Yes, the whole of it. Phil screamed,coughing out more blood. Dan ripped the distensible muscular bag in his hand and emptied the contents. He then proceeded to eat Phil's stomach too. He moaned in pleasure.
He looked at Phil's almost lifeless body. Tears were streaming out his eyes and his face was all bloody.
"What happened Phil, don't you like it?" Dan asked, concerned.
"MORE-" Phil screamed. "MORE,DADDY!"
Dan chuckled softly, running a bloody hand through his hair.
"Okay," he said, laughing, an evil look in his eye. "I'll just grab something from inside, you wait here"
He went back inside, and came back after what seemed like decades to Phil. Dan had a plate and fork in his hand. He set them beside Phil's body and shoved his hand inside again. this time, Phil moaned in pleasure. But he didn't know what was coming. Dan ripped out Phil's heart,with difficulty, due to all the arteries and veins attached to it, but he finally managed to succeed in pulling it out. Phil immediately dropped dead.
Dan set the heart on his plate, and ate his now dead friend's heart. It was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten. Even better than the pistachio muffin.
As he finished, he ripped his dead friend's shirt off, wiped himself clean and went back inside the house,into his room, falling back asleep peacefully.
