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|DARK nights (standard:Psychological fiction, 903 words)|
|Author: Zeth||Added: Oct 08 2007||Views/Reads: 2459/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is the first of hopefully a few storys, comment about if you like it or not, it is about a child who unleashes his anger one dark july night|
DARK night Written by Zeth and Seth Name: Ronnie Age: 14 Hometown: Phoenix AZ Reason: NONE Lightning seared the sky, making the sky in two or three parts. The trees grimaced at the rain and wind. It was a rainy July night, in the 2003 era. It took the city by surprise as it had not rained much this year. It was almost nine o' clock but it was already black. The thunder shook the small corner house. It had five or six trees in the front. It had an old worn out whitish color to it. It was a sad, sad day in Phoenix. Deep in the basement in the bathroom; with no windows sat a child, on the toilet. Holding a knife to his own flesh, he pushed it far into his skin; streaks of crimson blood ran off his palm. Dripping on to the floor in abstracted formations. He cried softly as he destroyed his skin. “Ronnie, Jacob is here, and it is just in time for dinner”, His sweet mother called in a floating voice. “Shit”, he muttered softly, “Coming mom”, he yelled. He washed off the blood, and put on a band-aid®, and rushed upstairs. Ronnie was a B student, loving parents, and a good friend (Jacob), but none of that satisfied him. No one knew he cut himself, no one would suspect. He dressed in normal colors, was into rock ‘n' roll. A normal kid...on the outside. He was better than all of them, was smarter than them, and could kill better than them. He rushed upstairs and sat at his usual spot. “So mom, what are we having”, he said, acting like a normal kid again. “Oh, I found a delicious recipe on the web, it is spaghetti in Alfredo sauce, with”, she would go on, and on, and on about stupid things like that. “MM, sounds delicious”, Jacob said smacking his lips. Ronnie liked him, a good kid. But foolish, He couldn't keep his head in the game. He was a waste. They ate in silence. Forks clawing at their plates. It was fairly good. After dinner, Ronnie's mom went strait to bed. Ronnie told Jacob to go down stairs and he would be down in a minute. He went to the knife cabinet and pulled out a small stake knife (Not on of those huge ones you see in the horror movies) and slipped it in his waistband. Went to the towel cabinet to get a small dishrag, wrapped it up and silently walked downstairs. Jacob was sitting on a stool watching the Simpsons DVD rocking his head back and forth. Ronnie walked up to him standing above him, Jacob still oblivious to the danger. Jacob turned around, “Oh hi-“, Ronnie grabbed Jacob, and clubbed his head with a fist, then reached for the knife, and beat him with the end of it, until his face was almost black and he was knocked out. He was only out for three minutes. But when he awoke he was gagged, and was bound by rope Ronnie found on the floor. “Ha, piece of shit, think I couldn't do it, huh? Too soft, not hardcore, well think again”, and Ronnie kicked Jacob in the face. Out came a muffled scream, “I hate that; screaming is a weakness, like you. You are not worthy to live”, fury was in his eyes, and they glowed each time a lightning bolt stroke nearby. He was a totally different kid than the kid who he was yesterday. To prove he was serious, he grabbed Jacob's arm stepped on the middle of his wrist and his elbow. Swiftly, he grabbed the two sides of his arm and pulled upwards. A blood freezing crack came from the bone. A scream emerged from the gagged face as tears swam away from his eyes. Ronnie grabbed the two halves of the arm and (without gentleness) bent his hand against his elbow, still screaming came from Jacob, as if angered Ronnie trusted both halves up, breaking threw the skin that held it prisoner. “O boy”, said Ronnie “, looks like we got a huge splinter, better pull it out”. He reached inside the bloody mess that was an arm, and pulled out a bone fragment. He thrusted it in Jacob's stomach. Another scream. Ronnie picked up the knife that had dropped in the beating. He cut open his stomach, and ripped out a stomach bag. It was the most disturbing sound ever. I could never describe it, try to imagine it though. Jacob watched horrified. Ronnie smashed it in his fingers, the recipe from the web all over the floor. Ronnie was not satisfied. He could see Jacob was fading fast, so he got down on all fours and pushed his hand up into his chest cavity and ripped out Jacob's heart. Lightning flashed nearby rain pounded on the house, the wind screamed as if watching the torture, the last bit of life Jacob had was he saw a heart flying at his head. But he never witnessed it hit him. Ronnie did though, it was a blood, water balloon. Blood spread everywhere. It was silent except for the howling wind. Ronnie climbind outside and ran, ran until he was outside the town. It was sure to be in the newspaper, although a big city not a WHOLE lot happens. .: ANOTHER end TO another BOOK:. Tweet
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