Mr death boy

Prologue

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Prologue

Mr death boy,  the lonely boy,  the psicopath;  they are all names this young man recieved when his family was found under his house after months of disappearance. 

Jason's Flashback

It has been already two weeks since my parents fell ill. I was having psicothic attacks again,  my little brother was scared of me,  but after explaining to him the situation he agreed we had to make our parents' death faster and easier.  With no pain.

That same day I told Axe to go this room,  lock the door and cover his ears until he heard silence again.  When i made sure he couldn't identify the sounds I walked to the basement.
Dad's tools were there.  Frederick used to repair cars and motocycles and I thanked that because now I could choose from at least thirty tools,  my weapon,  the one that would take my parent's lifes.

It was hard to decide,  i had to go over their charaacteristics at least five times.  I was taking too long,  i had to be faster. 

I decided for a rotten Ax.  I stared at it,  at its clean and sharp blade.  I could see my reflection. My eyes,  filled of hate and blood thirst narrowed and my hold tightened on the handle. I swang it and slammed the tool box close before going upstairs. 
I walked and stared at my brother's room door before smiling slightly anf turning towards my parent's bedroom.

I knocked,  placing the ax behind my back and waiting for a response.  When i heard my dad's voice,  letting me in I took a deep breath and walked in. I debated whether to kill them at the moment or wait for one of the two to leave.

Before I could even think about it I got slammed against a wall,  the ax cutting my back on the process.  My cold eyes met my dads' and I knew what would happen next: he was about to beat the crap out of me.
I slowly moved the ax so it was resting against my leg.  I swang it and the blade crashed against the man i had in front's skin.  Blood started pouring from his neck as U pulled the ax out and he stumbled back.

The sticky substance stained my shirt and my hands,  some blood spots onmy face and hair too.  I looked at my mom and walked to her, the desition was made. I crawled over the bed, my mom seeming too sick to even move, she was scared. Petrified. As I placed the ax on her neck two arms, not too strong, but enough to hurt me, pulled me forcefully backwards. My back hit the floor and the ax fell from my hands. 

I rolled on my side and extended my hand to grab the ax but my dad kicked it far enough for me to have to crawl to reach it. I grumbled as he kicked my side. He was moving slowly, probably from the blood lost. I kicked his stomach hard enough to push him backwards and to be able to grab the tool. 

When I felt him pull my leg I turned and slashed his neck, blood poured faster, his throat making choking noises, I waqtched as he went pale and slid to the floor, his eyes rolling to the back of his head before the breathing stopped and his life scaped his body.

I stood, a sharp pain making me hold my breath, I touched my sde, probably there was going to appear a bruise. I had to finished this, the scream of my hysterical mother giving me a headache, and the smell of blood making me dizzy. I moved towards her once again, my back screaming me to stop walking, my stomach aching and my hands trembling in impatience. 

I slashed her neck and waited until the screams and cries died, next, I wrapped them both in the blankets and  proceed to carry them outside, lucky it was night, I made a hole on the basement floor, it took me some time, but finally they were bruied under the floor of that old, and big house.

After I cleaned myself and my parent's bedroom and I made sure there was no blood scent anywhere, I went to my brother's room and knocked softly, I waited a few seconds before the lock was open and my little brother's face appeared by the crack of his door, he smiled once he saw it was me and he opened the door, inmediatly hugging my ewaist and burying his face on my stomach. I smiled and ruffled his hair before deciding to make some dinner for the two of us.

After that day we lived normally, until one day I had to leave for my part-time job and when I returned the cops were talking with my little brother, who was sobbing and denying I was a killer, I tried to talk to them, but they got a paper that could let them in my house, they searched the house until nightime, when I thought they didn't find anything, and was hugging my little and sleepy brother while watching tv I heard a cop saying something, rather quicjly for me to understand and the next second I was being pulled apart from my brother, who screaming and kicking tied to move towards me.

I scaped, leaving my little brother behind, and with pain in my heart from loosing my family I ran away, very very far and never returned.