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~ Notice?: This is an old story I wrote on an old account of mine. Just thought maybe more of you guys might be interested? Dunno why, just maybe thinking to continue if anyone likes it? ~



Chapter One

"Stop! You're killing him!" It was her voice echoing into my ear. Her voice shook with fear and anger. She was angry at me, AFRAID of me. Her being afraid of me, something I had feared. I feared it so much, it happened.

I stopped. I stood there in shock of what I had just done. I looked at him, the blood, then I looked at her, only for a moment. I looked back at him, shaking and breathing hard, able to see my hot breath in the cold air.

He had gotten me worked up, so very angry! He had said something about her. I remembered when he said it, he said it so smoothly, so carelessly.

'She is a whore.' His voice had repeated over and over in my mind while I stood there, not listening to anything else. Quickly I had filled with anger, and without thinking, I threw myself at him, bashing his head into the cold, hard ground.

I looked at my hands. My cold, shaking blood covered hands. My lips quivering, cold and chapped, tried to mouth the question, 'What have I done?'

My eyes wet, stung against the cold breeze, I cried tears of fear, confusion and...sadness.

Looking at her, I tried to speak. Finally I did. "I didn't mean..." I began with a graspy voice. "He said...you..." I gulped, trying to keep calm.

She looked at me, weeping over his corpse. "You killed him...!" She let out a shrill scream that sent ice cold shivers down my back, none like I've ever felt before. "My only..." She sobbed. "He was the only family I had left!" She sobbed again, her eyes wide with madness. "I can't believe...I ever l-loved a monster like you!" She pointed at me, her arm shaking, tears streaming down her face. "Monster." She repeated louder, "Monster!"



Chapter Two

Monster, what she called me, it echoed through my mind. The word eating away at me. Was it how she said it or was it the pain I felt... Monster. Am I really a monster?

My lips still quivering, I stared at her. "Please...my love-" My words were cut short.

"Silence! Do not call me that, for I no longer love you." She spat those words at me with such power that I actually jumped.

Before I knew it, she threw herself on me, gripping the collar of my shirt. Quickly I had grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, without thinking I started bending it backwards. She screamed and screamed until I finally let go.

I pushed her off of me, throwing her on the ground. What was I doing? Why was I doing this? This sudden urge to...to...

"Monster..." She gasped whimpering in pain. She held her wrist. I had broken it... She tried to scoot away as I got closer to her. "S-s-tay back!" Her voice shook, as her crying worsened it was harder for her to breath.

My mouth had opened. "No." I had said with a slight grin on my face. I had a lust for blood.

Have I gone mad? I may have. Killing him made my hands unclean, which made me feel awful. But why did I have this urge to kill again?

'She has to die.' That thought screamed inside my head. I couldn't ignore this thought as much as I wanted to. I had to act on it. 'She has to die now!'

I hesistated. I just couldn't. I love her. No, I loved her. I hate her. I hate her.

I stood over her, looking into her eyes. "Are you afraid to die?" I held my fist up as if I were going to strike her.

She shivered and shook. She gulped, nodding slowly. I laughed and laughed then stopped, glaring at her. "Have you not spilled enough blood?!" She cried out.



Chapter Three

"You can never spill enough...Never." What was I saying? What was I doing?! I grabbed her by her broken wrist, holding her up to eye level, her feet dangling off the ground.

Her other hand was trying to scratch at my arm that I was holding her up with. "Mercy!" She cried. "Have mercy on me!" She pleaded.

"Why?! Don't you want to see your brother again?" I was snickering. I didn't know what I was doing. Half of me wanted to snap her neck and the other half wanted me to spare her.

"I do! But when it's my time..." She gulped as if she knew what I was going to say. "Maybe you're time is now!" I yelled in her face, laughing like crazy.

"No! No!" She screamed. "Please...I beg of you!"

I had set her down, staring at her, letting go of her wrist. "I d..." I fell to my knees, looking at my hands. "What have I done?" I cried out as tears started streaming down my face.

She had started to run off when I looked at her. "Gwen!" I yelled after her. "Please come back!" I reached out as if I could grab her, she was out of sight. I'd let her go, for now. "I will kill you!" I yelled as loud as my lungs would let me.

'What is wrong with me?' I thought to myself, looking at my hands again. "Gwen...My Gwen... She's mine. Mine to...love...No... Kill." I was holding my head now, it hurt. It hurt like hell!

I slowly got to my feet, and began making my way towards my home.



Chapter Four

Home, that's what I called it. Sure didn't seem like a home to me. A run down apartment, wallpaper faded and torn, the bathroom sink doesn't work. Almost everything looked like a peice of s**t.

I had locked the door behind me. Of course it was a new lock. I bought it once I moved in, which wasn't too long ago. I found this place shortly after I had met Gwen and her brother, Leo. He was like a lion, he was.

I sat down on my almost-about-to-be-broken-peice-of-s**t bed. Thinking to myself, I sighed and I sighed.

"Why did you do it?... Well, he called her a whore... A whore!" I shook my head. "I killed a man... So, what now? Shouldn't I be on the run by now?" Now I was talking to myself outloud. Did I even mean to? No...I was biting on my hand, pretty damn hard.

"I have to kill her...I have to. If she tells..." I was on my feet now, throwing down my bookshelf, books going everywhere, I almost yelled, "I've got to get rid of her!"

Before I knew it I was in the hallway. "This apartment needs to be fixed up, huh?" Who the hell was that?

Closing my door, I looked where the voice came from. New neighbor?... I just chuckled, "Hell yes it does." I looked at him oddly.
He had really nice clothes, he looked clean, unlike me and everyone else in this dump. He looked like he had money, but that was just me judging by what I saw. He had a box full of all kinds of things in his arms, he was smiling, like any new stranger would, if they were nice that is. I watched as he set it down.

With a small, ah, he looked at me, as if waiting for me to say something. So, I asked, "Just moving in or...?"

"Yeah, I just moved in today." He ran his fingers through his shiny, shaggy blond hair. "My parents...Well, pretty much kicked me out." He made a clicking noise with his tongue. "Anyways...I lived up around that new factory. Hell if I know what they're making there! We just recently moved here...So, I have no idea about this town..."

Yep, he came from a rich family. I wondered why his parents kicked him out, he seems nice. Compared to me anyway... I shouldn't even compare him to me, I just killed a man! And I was about to kill again. Oh, he was getting in the way. Why didn't I care?

I nodded and my eyes narrowed. "Well, good to know I finally have a new neighbor. That old lady who lived there gave me the creeps." I just reminded myself, she had died recently. Pity that she died alone... Hah. "Welcome to this hell hole..."

We both laughed for a moment, feeling a little awkward. "I didn't catch your name..." He blinked, moving some hair out of his face by moving his head weird... "Oh, my apologizes. It's rude of me... I should have introduced myself before asking your name." He laughed, clearing his throat. "My name is Pico." He coughed. It didn't seem like he liked his name, but I didn't like my name either...


Chapter Five

"Nice to meet you... My name is..." I stopped there, looking at my watch, it was broken. "I'm sorry Pico, but I've gotta get going." Like he knew it was broken. I just stepped past him, apologizing again.

"Uhm, alright..." He gave me a little wave before I was out of sight.

I ran half way down the stairs before I ran into someone. "Damn, watch it..." I muttered.

"You watch it or you're out of here!" Just my lucky flippin' day, the owner of the place. I stood there, looking at her, a little freaked out. "I'm sorry Janet, really."

"It's alright. Now, where's the rent you owe me?" She held out her hand as if I had it. Hell, I had nothing.

There was an awkward pause. "I don't have it right now." I just went past her, running down the remaining steps and out the door. I could hear her yelling after me, but I really didn't care.

I had stopped, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. The police. She called them? I turned pale, almost as white as a ghost, I was about to run for it, when the cops ran past me, going for the apartment. I was confused, really confused. They didn't go inside, just surrounded the place.

I stood there dumbfounded. I didn't even notice a cop came up to me. "You might wanna to get out of herea."
"Why?" I knew, I couldn't help myself. I got a kick out of this.
"There's a killa in there." Damn, he spoke weird.
"Are you serious?" I acted shocked.
"Yeah... It's a shame...Can't believe a nice kid like Pico woulda killed his own parents."


Chapter Six

ENTER PICO

I woke up early, just like any other day. I didn't care if it was the weekend or summer, it became a habit of mine after a while.
I opened the curtains, letting the sun light fill my room. I wondered how it could, my room was huge. A little too big for me.
I just gazed outside. "It's too beautiful for me to enjoy..." I let out a long sigh as I walked out into the hallway.
I swear...
My parents walked right past me, not noticing me, as always. "Hello? Jin! Angela!" I called them by their first names, since they don't answer to mom and dad or step dad.
My mom stopped. "Oh, good morning Pico..." Angela yawned. "What are you doing up so early?" They usually were never up this early, so they didn't know I was. She just walked away before I could even reply.
Now this was just pissing me off. Every damn day, the same thing.
I sighed and went down to the kitchen. I watched as our cook made some breakfast. Hell if I knew their name. We had to get a new cook because the last one put something in my food. I'm just glad I didn't eat it. I don't ever want to chew or swallow a razor blade.
I ate my breakfast and took a quick shower. All morning I kept thinking to myself how much I hated my life... I got everything I wanted, my parents ignore me, my real dad raped me when I was younger, and I didn't have one friend... Even if I tried to make a friend, they wouldn't like me for long. My last friend just wanted to be my friend for money.
Today I just couldn't think of anything else, and I was jumpy. Really jumpy. Offedge.
I hung out in my room for a while, playing video games, getting bored, sketching, and sighing like I wasn't able to stop.
"PICO!" Jin pounded his fist on my door.
"It's open." I groaned. What did I do now? Nothing again?
He opened it and stormed in. "Angela has been calling you for the past five minutes!"
I just glared up at him and went back to my sketching. "Hell if I heard..." I muttered.
"What did you say young man?" He took my sketch book and tossed it to the side of the room, he was getting too close.
Now I was pissed. "You heard me, now... Get out of my face!" I pushed him. So pissed...
He grabbed my arm, squeezing it. "That hurts..." I said angerly.
"Shut up. You do not push around your father!"
"Step father, Jin. You're my step father! Now let go!" I tried to pull away, but his grip was way too tight.
"I said shut up!" That's when it hit me. His hand went across my face, then he punched me in the stomach. He let go and let me fall to my knees.
I just stayed there, coughing, and holding my stomach. I'm not sure what hurt worse, my stomach, my arm or my face.
By the time I had gotten up, he was out of my room.
Tears, I was crying. Why me? Why me?! If I were someone else, I'd pity me...
I huffed and groaned as I got up.
That was the last straw. I couldn't take this anymore. I opened a drawer in my desk after unlocking it. I took out a black box, setting it on my bed. I opened it, and took it out. I held it in my hands, looking at it. It was loaded and good to go.
I put my hand with the gun in the pocket of my sweatshirt, and went to the living room.
"Angela, Jin. Can I speak with you for a moment?" My face looking serious, I wanted to cry, but if I wanted things to change...
"What is it?" They looked a little confused.
"I...I'm sorry." My hand quickly coming out of my pocket, gun still in hand, I pointed it at Jin and pulled the trigger.
Angela had let out a terrible scream that made me shiver. "Pico! What are you...No, no!"


Chapter Seven

Now I was shocked. He seemed so nice. There I go, judging those who I just met. I just nodded at the cop and started walking to the back of the apartment building where my peice of s**t car was. I stopped, looking at a window of the apartment. Pico was coming down on sheets that he had tied together.
Damn, the police need to make sure they surround the buildings. What am I thinking?
Once he got to the ground, he was about to run, then he saw me.
"Uhm, what's your name?" He was infront of me now, being all jumpy. "Is that your car? Mind giving me a ride? Give me a damn ride!" He demanded.
"Maybe it's not my car." I just smirked at him.
He stared at me for a moment, looking behind him a few times. "Come on...buddy, please?"
"It won't wo-o-ork." I don't give a s**t if I was lying to him.
"Fine..." He sighed.
I was just wondering what the hell those cops were doing. Two killers in the back of an apartment, while you just sit in the front waiting? What the hell is with that s**t?
"Well, mind showing me around town, buddy?" He took my arm...like I was some girl on a date with him.
Oh, I couldn't stand this. If there weren't cops around... I'd kill him right there, but I just couldn't. "Co-ould you not...do that?" I tried shaking him away.
"Aw, are you nervous?"
"Hush up, I am not."
"Enough fooling around. Lets go." He started dragging me along with him.
"You started it." I smacked him on the back of his head with my free hand.
He let out a grunt, looking at me, clenching his teeth, then biting his lip.
He is weird...Weird, strange, odd...
We came to a suddend stop, well, he did. It was like I got pulled back, but it was just me going to far ahead, forgetting he had my arm, I did hit the ground. I got up and looked at him. "What?"
He just stood there, looking at something.
I looked, a huge house...House? It looked like a few houses packed into one. Double take! I looked at it again, Police Line Do Not Cross. Then I knew, it was his house.