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|Maxwell (standard:horror, 2164 words)|
|Author: Zeth||Added: Jul 08 2008||Views/Reads: 1901/1236||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a slasher, preety much. It isn't finished, just a taste. PLEASE, I know it isn't a pleasnt story, comment me if you have any suggestions on tweaking it, it is in concentrate, so it isn't as discriptive as I would like.|
I am Max. I am Max! I am Max? Am I Max? You are Daddy? I love you Daddy, your blood is so warm. Keep bleeding Daddy. Hi Mum! Keep screaming Mummy, I love that sound. Keep screaming. The world outside the house of the Ceeds was quite as a mouse, the wind whimpered, the warning was subliminal, it wasn't right. The air was cooler than what the residents of Cedar Springs was used to, they ignored it, working like busy bees in all directions. Only concerned with themselves, and all who effect them. Mr. Ceeds had moved into Cedar Springs mostly because the small town feel, and that his name sounded remotely like the town's name. He soon met future Mrs. Ceeds at a PTA meeting. He was filling in for his work friend and meet her, they had a few drinks and before long, they were engaged. They had a wonderful bright-eyed son whom they named Maxwell Cedar Ceeds. They raised him in a small suburban house on the outskirts of town. He grew normally with high hopes for the future. If they only knew.... It was August Fifth, 1995, Mrs. Ceeds was making a roast beef dinner, and was cutting up carrots. Max sneaked by the counters, holding his new knife. He was seven at the time of this. Blond hair, brown eyes. It looked good on him. He crept closer, he was clutching his knife so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He screamed, "MUMMY!", and jumped forward. throwing his knife at her leg. She screamed and whirled around. "What the FUCK!", she said before realizing that it was her beloved son, and the knife was nothing more than rubber. "For God's sake, quit playing around and pick up your room", she was obviously not happy, her heart had skipped a few beats and adrenaline filled her veins for a instant, leaving a tingly feeling. It wasn't until now that she noticed that her finger was sliced and bleeding profoundly. Her blood drained from her face as it fell to the floor. She could never stand the sight of blood, especially her own. She saw Max smiling, and the floor, coming up to her face. She awoke in seconds, and Max was licking the blood off her hand, which had began to clot. It was bright red and all over his face, it was awful gruesome and reminded her of the movies that she and Mr. Ceeds had gone to see in their dating years. She passed out again and when she awoke lights were flying past the dark background. She looked to her side and she saw a car seat. Her mind began to clear and realized what happened. Also, her son's blood covered face popped into her head, smiling with the same gleam of the eye that was there when he came into this world seven quick years ago. The flashback came as soon as it left and she then saw Max sitting in the front seat, staring back at her. A faint red stain stretched from ear to ear, like a evil clown's grin. He turned around and didn't look back again. "Why on Earth did you let him sit up there, what if we get in a accident he could...", realizing that she was slurring, and mispronouncing words, she quieted herself. She could faintly hear small whimpering sounds from Mr. Ceeds. She laid back as they drove into the emergency room. Bright lights (this time not moving) attempted to blind her as she opened her eyes and saw that a stitch going from the tip of her index finger to the base of her thumb. She had no idea that she got herself THAT good. She also didn't realize that they would keep her overnight for a cut just on her finger. Mr. Ceeds came to her side and sat down on the bed. He looked at her with the same loving eyes that he did when he proposed. She smiled as did he. "Where is Max", She said, perfectly clear to her. But in reality it was jumbled gibberish. His eyes slowly started to water. "Max wants to say hi", He said. She only smiled, knowing she would fuck up another sentence if she tried to talk. He popped out from under the covers and smiled his innocent smile. She wrapped her arms around him as he fell into her. It felt good to hold her son, the image at bay, for now. His head moved down to under her chin and kissed her on the neck. She kissed the top of his head then he started chewing on her skin softly. It was odd but she went with it, stroking his back. The teeth sank into Mrs. Ceeds neck. She felt the jugular just POP! and leak, drugged on meds she felt no more than a mild head ache. She herd a horrible slurping sound as he drank from her life source. She started to scream but was unable to. She glanced over to Mr. Ceeds as if for help. but there was a small chunk of his neck missing too. Blood was darkening his red plaid shirt. And he sat limp. Horrified, she started pounding the + button for nurse help. He started biting Click here to read the rest of this story (131 more lines)
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