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𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
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WARNING: GORE AND MURDER.
M/N never expected to kill people for boredom, no never that. For thrills as well. He found undying urges to just take his hands on something, strangle it with his bare hands. Watching the life fall apart inside it. This teen boy wondered if people will understand him. But who would. He was just a "weirdo", a "freak with no loving parents".
Which was surprisingly wrong when his parents cared for him a lot. Even if they divorced. But other than less, his heart rate picks up a lot when just thinking of killing the nuisances of man-kind or just killing people who annoyed him the most.
The girl before him was squirming on the cold tile floor, M/N cold eyes stare a at his so called "classmate" with darkness. That made the girl squirm more as her hands were bounded together. Her legs aimed to kick the boy in his knees, only for it to fail.
The boy grabbed her legs and pinned them down with intense force. The girl squealed out of pain, her eyes tight shut from feeling his cold hands on her calves. She was scared, but that wasn't the right word...no. She was horror-stricken. She never expected the sweet boy in her class to be a murder. Never less target her...all because "he was bored."
The girl shakily opens her eyes, only to make eye contact with those dead eyes of his. She whimpered, feeling chills go from her neck to her back. The boy pulls his finger to his lips, indicating her to be quiet as he effortlessly lifts her up. The girl was shocked since he always seemed skinny and weak. But the more she thought about it, his shoulders were broad and wide.
The boy sits her down in a chair, his [color] eyes darken seeing her trying to jump out the chair. So the teen boy pulled her slick blonde hair, earning a muffle yelp from the poor girl. Eyes teary as she pleads in her brain for him not to kill her. But it was sure to happen as she heard a clank.
Before she knew it, he stabbed her in the thigh. A wrenched scream filled the air as she thrashes in the chair. Her eyes teared up more as the boy just grips the handle of the knife. Not even caring if his finger prints were now indented into it. A smile curves on his face..he liked to see that pain in peoples eyes..that wonderful scream made him twist the knife more into her thigh. A powerful scream came out again from the said girl.
"I wonder how much more screams you can let out of your pretty, little throat." He says before he lets out the knife from the plushy thigh. Only to stab it in deeper of the girl, the eyes of the girl widened so wide. You could see her pupil clearly like a doctor who just freshly dilated it.
She lets out another piercing scream before her head falls forward, her blonde her covering her face as she breathes heavily from this horrifying pain. She ponders to herself at this moment.
"I'm going to die here..."
Which was true as she was alone with this psychopath. He just smiles and takes the knife out. His heart rate was going wild seeing this girl in so much despair for herself. If he was an anime character, he might as well be a genderbend of Junko Enoshima. His eyes light up before he picked the girls chin up with his pointer finger. He smiles wide like a Cheshire Cat, the girl looks away.
Not wanting to see the face of her kidnapper, but that was a wrong move as the teenager grabs her face with his hand. Clutching her jaw tight to face him. Instead of his light up eyes, it was darkened and empty. No light, no soul in sight.
"Look at me before I cut your insides." He says darkly. The clutch of his hands made the girl shiver as she makes eye contact with him. "Good girl." He says with a grin, but it wasn't a soft, or light one. It was a sinister one. The type of grin a person makes before harming someone even worse. The type a grin a liar makes to their promise lover before cheating on them.
She was too scared to talk to this boy, [M/N] [L/N] wasn't the type to just "talk". He had close friends who he would clearly talk to, but his attitude would change towards people who he didn't know. That's why people thought he was "shy, a freak, a weirdo." All those labels attached to him all throughout school year. And the reason for that, was because of the blonde girl in front of him.
You see, she may seem sweet now. But that's because her life is on stake. She must play her cards correctly if she wants to live. But she's on strike 2, one for trying to harm him, two for trying to thrash out. If she hits strike 3.
It's over.
But that's a little too late isn't it?
The blonde girl heard a door open from the room they were in. As the [hair color] boy looked up from his victim, the girl prayed that it was the cops. Maybe her parents called them for her! Yes, maybe she is saved! The tear filled eyes and tear marks on her flawless cheeks glistened in the shady light.
The door opened to see it was one of the boy's parents. His mother. The girl's eyes widen as she let out a raspy yell, anything to get the attention drawn towards her. The blood from her thigh being stabbed dropped and ruined the school uniform they had to wear at school. It ruined the nice blue cotton skirt, as the boy stares up at his mom with a dead look.
The mother gasped, holding her hands to her mouth. The girl pleaded for her to knock some sense into the boy infront of her. She wanted the mother of this psychopath to be knocked out so she can leave and be home to her family. Her own loving family.
But her hope died....
"[M/N], sweetie...you're suppose to tape her mouth...not just her hands. I'm disappointed." The mother said from her plump lips. She crossed her arms and shakes her head in disapproval. The said son looks down before nodding. The female classmate's eyes widen more, her lashes feeling the cold breeze and chill she felt ever since she got took down here.
"Y-you're joking right? You can't possibly let your son do this to me! He's a murder and a freak! And low life fuckin freak!" The blond girl yells from her throat. Her eye showed clear anger, confusion, despair..but mostly fear.
The mother's frown turned into a sick sweet smile, hand cupped up to her cheek as she moved towards her beloved son. The mother grabbed the son's hands as the boy didn't even move. His cold gaze never left the floor. He felt his mother put glove on his hands before patting his back and leaving up the stairs from the basement.
"Rip her throat out. She talks too much dear."
And that's the last thing the blonde girl heard before she felt a plunging in her throat. A small croak came out as blood splattered the boy's hand. The boy held that same cold gaze from before as he felt the girl drop her head. With that, he pulled the knife down further, opening that throat of hers. The blood colored her white uniform shirt, dripping down more onto the skirt. [M/N] eyes the skirt but then stood back and look at his hands, covering in latex gloves and blood. His favorite outfit to wear.
"You're fucking repulsive, I might as well let you bleed out whore." He said lastly as he kicks the now deceased girl in her chest. She falls back like a ragdoll, blood spilling from her throat all the way to the cold floor again.
The teenager boy walks up the stairs, glancing at the body before turning off the lights and going to help clean the kitchen for dinner.