Killer instincts

A Story by VicIsSexy69

Your mummy

I was on my way home, water hitting me as if someone was chucking rocks from a skyscraper. My thick, black, leather boots stomped into puddles one after another. The water lunged at my face, I wiped the water off my pale cheeks as much as I could, only to have my long thin black hair cover my right eye. I raised my left arm and pulled the sleeve of my leather trench coat and check the time, (4:01pm) “s**t”, I’ve still got just over 2 hours until I get home.

My family argues a lot; majority of the fights are blamed on me. Yes, I have started my share over the years but my mum and dad start way too many. I want them to go away, I’m always in my room, it’s my happy place. The place I go to cooldown and try and get on top of my anger, depression and anxiety but the very moment I leave my room I am getting attacked by yelling and screaming.

My home life is taking its toll on me. I’ve already attempted suicide multiple times, it hasn’t been too long since I last cut myself, they never seem to notice the pain they put me through and if they have noticed they quite clearly don’t care.

Tonight however, tonight is my night. Have you ever seen the Purge? It’s one of my favourite movies, the third one’s coming out soon, anyway the movie is about life in America but only one night of life in America a very specific night that is, the Purge night (the annual Purge). The annual Purge is when all crimes are legal for 12 hours including murder, and all emergency services are unavailable.

Today is Monday the 7th of March 2016. Last night I was watching a show called Sunday night, episode was about the Martin Bryant the man who had committed the Port Arthur massacre. I couldn’t help but smirk whilst watching it. They followed his footsteps through the massacre, even describing how he killed; that was by far my favourite part. Just like the school shooting scene in American horror story when Tate Langdon went through the school killing people by shooting them with a shotgun.

I had just gotten home. Thankfully there was no one home so I quickly went to my parent’s room and got the key for my dad’s spare room it’s where he keeps his weapons, he has a wide range of them like; Spas 12, Ak-47 and a desert eagle. I went to the spare room, quickly unlocked the door and busted in I headed towards the gun cabinet I picked up the spas 12 it was so well kept that I could see my reflection in it. I then grabbed the ammo that was sitting next to the gun that I had taken. I ran out of the room quickly closing the door and running back to my parents’ room I put the key right next to the bright blue lamp where it had been when I got it. I walked into my room and sat on my bright pink bed and I begin loading the shot gun after loading it I carefully slid it under my bed.

An hour has finally passed when my mum arrives with my two siblings it was still an hour before my dad is meant to be home. My siblings were occupied by the TV and my Mum had gone for a shower so I decided to go into the garage and take the bag of coal, I then proceeded to take it to my room. I then snuck out of the house and went underneath to go catch the rat that was living there as I snuck back in the house I decided to call it Waldo. You’ll see why soon enough.

My dad, mum, sister, brother and I all sat down for dinner, tonight we’re having a Chinese banquet with rice, pork buns, steaming hot noodles, some sweet and sour pork and some honey chicken, upon finishing dinner, I quickly got up to go down stairs with the coal so I could use the bbq to heat them up. I walked back upstairs to go get the shot gun I then march into the living room as I sat down and hid the shotgun under the chair. My dad then began walking into the living room, he gave me a furious look and began walking towards me, and I couldn’t help but smirk. My dad lowered to his knees and put his face up in mine, so close I could feel the tip of his nose press against mine and smell the four x gold in his breathe. His face suddenly got turned to pure anger and frustration as he scrunched his nose and grinded his teeth, then he looked me dead in the eye and said, “That’s my spot you little s**t.” He stopped talking and his face turned to shock, I could see the fear in his eyes, and I loved it, as he felt the shot gun press against the middle of his chest. I looked at him with a smart a*s smile and said “Not anymore”. I squeezed the trigger he flew back onto the coffee table the table shatters and pieces of glass penetrate his back as he begins coughing up blood as his life slowly faded away, I walked up close to him and whispered “that’s what you get for being a selfish prick”. I then got back up and spat on his face.

I walked down the stairs to collect the now steaming hot coal. As I just got to the bbq I heard my mother scream, I let out a little giggle as I put the coal onto the tray that was sitting next to the bbq using a pair of tongs I retrieved from the kitchen earlier. I carried the tray upstairs then gently placing it on the ground and pulled a bread knife out from my pocket I walked up to my mum and pinned her down, I sliced the back off her knees and her inner elbows as she howled in excruciating pain it was like music to my ears, I slowly and quietly crept towards my sister’s room. My sister was sitting on her laptop talking to her friend about boys, as usual. I crept up behind her my hand reached for her head, as my sister and her friend were laughing and having a good time. I quickly gripped the back of her head and began repeatedly bashing her head against the desk as her friend watched on in pure terror, I slowly pulled out my knife the knife gets raised to her neck as her friend begs me to stop, I smirk and give out a little chuckle, I then drag my hand across her throat. Blood begins to flow down her neck as if it was paradise falls my teeth gripped on to the opening of the wound I then shook my head like a dog with a chew toy and I eventually managed to tear off some of her flesh, I tilted my head back as I chewed, my teeth crushing and tearing and grinding on her flesh. I then swallow and look back down at the camera. I look into the camera my mouth widens as I smile, blood dripping from my lip and chunks of flesh between my teeth, I then wave at her friend, “Hello.” The camera turns off

My brother was going to be an easy target, he’s too stupid to come up with anything that could help him. He couldn’t be smart if his life depended on it, and it does. On my way to his room I had retrieved the duct tape from the kitchen draw. I entered his room and grabbed him by the leg, I guess this is punishment for not doing his homework. I duct taped his legs together he began swinging his arms around pleading for me to let him go, I just smiled playfully and pinned his arms down. After finally duct taping his arms together, I carried him to the living room. I threw him on the couch and forced him to look at our mum as she screamed and cried begging for mercy, but I didn’t have any sympathy so begging for mercy was like an audience cheering the monster on during a movie. I duct taped his mouth shut and patted him on the cheek.

I slowly slid a pillow case over my mother’s head and began taping her limbs to the ground, I lifted her shirt just enough to see the stomach. I carefully pressed my knife against her belly as I gently cut it open but not enough to kill her, that would just ruin the fun I’m about to have. I grabbed the metal bowl and carefully picked up Waldo and placed him on her stomach. I quickly dropped the bowl over Waldo, then using the tongs to carefully place the hot coal on the top of the bowl. “Where’s Waldo?” I ask myself as I let out a deep loud laugh.

I heard the sound of flesh tearing, nibbling and scratching as my mother screamed in agony the side of her stomach began to open up blood began to drip out like a tap that wasn’t turned off properly. Waldo then popped out covered in blood and chunks of flesh, “Good job buddy!” I say to Waldo as he scurries off down the hallway.

I turn to my brother and pick up the shot gun the barrel points between his eyes tears roll down his face and the duct tape. “Shows over kid.” I say as he begins to cry my finger squeezes the trigger the pellets blitz through his head painting the couch with his brains.

I sit down in the couch and begin to watch Dora the explorer I couldn’t be bothered changing the channels, I heard a knock on the door I pop my head out to take a look at the front door I see red and blue lights illuminate the door. I was too loud to even be able to hear them coming. I get up and pump my shot gun as I walk to the door “Come on Bimanous.” I say as I chuckle, I then open the door. BANG BANG BANG!

© 2016 VicIsSexy69

Author's Note

I like your mum.... she's nice :)

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J. Justice Mendez

I personally feel like you are trying too hard to make this story terrifying. You should let it flow naturally instead of trying to shock the reader. If you took it more seriously, it probably would have turned out to be a better story.
You have a solid idea here, though. I felt like I was actually there watching a prepubescent, misunderstood teenager brutally murder his entire family. I think the best part was probably when he shoots his dad, since it felt like there was an actual reason behind it. Especially since his dad seemed to be an angry drunk.
All in all, I'm sure you're pretty young, so I don't really expect much character development or plot. But if you keep writing, I'm positive you will only get better. You already have what it takes to be a solid writer, you just need to think about certain literary elements that'll strengthen your stories.