Nine months before the fire at the asylum
I looked up at the sky, as I awaited my untimely boredom, that was until someone called out to me “Fred! Rosey!!” it was from the so-called future sight seeing—whatever the hell the she called herself, so I whipped around to see the girl who called herself a future sight, she had the hair that resembled a wolf and not in a good way at all, her hair as what I can describe it I well—Chunky. She had twigs, leaves, dried paint and dandruff on her hair, it looked like she hadn't washed it for sixty years, and that is saying something, because she's only like; six years old??
Her olive skin is covered in paint with all the colours of the rainbow, but of course she asked me “Fred, wanna know your future?? I saw it!!” I rolled my eyes at her, but then again; she's in this Asylum for a reason. So, ever so politely I replied with “Make it quick” She dragged out a pack of cards out of her hair and swiftly began to shuffle it, her eyes are so focused and serious; her fingers are swift and fast as she shuffled her cards, she was mumbling for what I think is absolute gibberish
With one swift blow, she took three cards and then slammed it down harshly on the floor. She looked at the cards before revealing it to me and said “The first card suggests that you would become the very thing you feared to be…” I raised my brow at her ‘predictions’, I felt amused but curious to what this mad child had to say next; it wasn't long before she continued by adding “Cool! Looks like you'll become a clown!” but she tilted her head at the third one, so I asked “What is it?” she looked at me and replied with “Well, this card has a picture of a cowardly lion eating the Mad hatter, it reads as followed” she cleared her throat and added
“Sin will reveal itself to truth…that's what it says” she shrugged and smiled “Oh well, maybe you'll get a pet lion! because you'll be a clown, right?” as she said that. I rolled my eyes at her words
JUNE 14, 2024
Now that I've looked back at the past, she was right about one thing; I did become a clown. But if you know me well enough, then it's obvious enough that I became a clown for not so savoury reasons, in fact I'm a birthday clown \=^u^\= isn't that cool? How did I get to this point? Let's rewind.
APRIL 7, 2019
I was with Henrietta that day, it was snowing that day, the grass once green and lush place is now covered in the dull coldness (which is weird because today is April), the boring atmosphere makes it all the more insufferable to be in, to be honest; but the real issue is that we're starving in the cold. Until then, all I could do was try to find some food in the garbage, “Man, it's so hot in here…” Henrietta sighed, I looked at her and said “it's snowing” she looked at me with a perplexed expression and replied “No it's not, it's hot” I rolled my eyes and added “You're mind is getting worse, you're even feeling your delusions’’ Henrietta sighed in defeat “I see..” She smiled sheepishly; I couldn't find food no matter where I go, none in the trash bins, no berries in bushes and no fruits in trees
All I could do was beg for food in the streets, as I was doing so. A boy around my age came to me; his outfit screams money basically, as he's wearing a fine red suit with a black bowtie; he had a very warm aura to him as he smiled at me (for some reason, the first thing that came in my mind was to punch him until his teeth falls out and eyes pop like a balloon), he placed two boxes of biscuits and said “It's for you and your friend by the way..” he smiled warmly, it's almost sickeningly sweet, then a man's voice called out for him “Tobias! My son, you'll be late for theatre” the boy responded “Just a second, father!” He whipped around to look at me and said goodbye before leaving to be with his proud father….loving ... .. Mother and….and…happy….sister….
It's ironic, isn't it? The world, ever so spiteful, strikes again…I'm basically witnessing what I should've had, a loving mother, a respectful father, and a present sister. What did he do to deserve such a happy life and what did I do to deserve such misery?? I watched as the happy family walked into the distance, slowly turning into a silhouette off into the snow, warmed up by his father and mother, and sister..What did he do to have such a happy life?? What did I do to have nothing but painful memories of my own flesh violated in the most disgustingly intimate manner? What did I do?! What did I do to become a woman's mistake? What did I do to arouse him in a way when I was just a child?! I walked away from the streets and into the forest near the park to eat with Henrietta.
Henrietta ate the biscuits and fed me some. She then said “I wish I could see reality like you do, Freddie. then, I could see you like you see me.” I hazily looked at her and replied “No….No you shouldn't, it's best to stay in a fool's paradise than to face reality” she tilted her head “But wasn't the reason why I didn't know I burned down the Asylum, was because I don't see reality as clearly?” Well, I sighed and shook my head. To be honest if she was sane, then she might not forgive me for burning the Asylum and tricking her into believing she did it and not me, so I responded with “It is..But it devoid you of responsibility, you can obviously be charged as insane by law…besides, reality is painful, it hurts…so having an escape is cooler than you think..” I smiled at her
APRIL 13, 2019
it's been a while since we did anything other than beg for food on the streets until one day…I saw a truck on a lush green hill, it was filled with flowers, each one having its own unique colour and shape, none of them looked the same at all, the place smelled so earthy and at the same time smelled like perfume, it's really pretty, I went on top of the hill, holding onto Henrietta’s wrist as we went near the truck, it turns out to be owned by an old withered couple, around them are items from what looks like to be from a circus, they have boxes of colourful balls, a box filled balloons, a box filled with colourful sticker filled saws and guns too, they also had squirting flowers and rubber chicken, so I asked “Are you two selling these?” they both nodded and the old man replied with “We used to be clowns in the 80s, but we're old so we decided to get rid of it” They both wave us goodbye as they abandoned their shit on the hill, driving off into a distance “That's a rather lackluster conversation” I accidentally let that slip out of my mouth for Henrietta to hear, but she just nodded and replied with “Mhmm, that's true”
But then….I decided on this really awesome idea “let's use this shit.’’ Henrietta looked at me with a bewildered expression “Why? we don't know anything about being a clown.” conveniently, there was a training guide into becoming one, my luck flourished once more! As per usual, damn I'm pretty lucky for someone who's often called a Jinx; so we practised with trials and errors along the way; Henrietta would often fall down during our stunts, after a few months and we worked on our skills and charisma, we took the clown costumes out of the box, it smelled really old; but for a clothing in the 80s, it's still quite durable..it only smelled ancient, the first one was a clown costume (obviously) basically it comes with a jester's hat, that has pink and white stripes on the left side, and the right half was pink with white hearts and polka dots, it comes with a bodysuit with a zipper, and it has pink and white stripes, lastly it comes with
Yellow jumpers, the shorts reach up only to the knees, dark pink boots, and a hot pink jacket. The second costume was a body suit that was sewn with short puffy sleeves each having a ribbon on it, the left half is a darker shade of pink, but not too dark, while the right half is a lighter shade of pink; at the centre of the suit are stitched by white yarn, it comes with a slightly tattered hot pink ribbon placed at the centre at the neck of the suit, the stockings are the same colour it's just the sides are switched, behi at the blossom of the suit is a striped tail, it also has a cat hat, also sewn in half, with same colour as the body suit and a big pink bow in it with a white brooch shaped like a heart, lastly it comes with white shoes that has pink ribbons on it
Then we tried on some make up, the make up kits were made this year recently so we didn't have to worry about poisoning our faces, suddenly she asked me “So what now?” I thought for a moment before adding “We need clown names, I'll go first; mine would be…Jinx” Henrietta tilted her head and said “isn't that an insult everyone uses on you?” I shrugged it off by replying “Well, the more self-deprecating the funnier the name is, everyone laughs when someone gets humiliated, Henrietta.” Henrietta’s back slouched down a bit. “That's sad…” she responded; I thought about a name for her until I looked at the cat-clown costume “Kitty…yours will be kitty! you look like a cat.” She nodded, she obviously loved my ideas, she always does..It feels so great to be needed and wanted
So I went first with the make up “listen Kitty, it doesn't have to look pretty, just don't make me look like a nightmare fuel” she chuckled softly and added “I won't.’’ I closed my eyes for what felt like hours…back when I used to close my eyes, all I could see was the face of the man who made me, his terrifying pink eyes. His sweaty face, his drooling mouth and evil breath…But this time, I couldn't see that, because I could feel was her gentle consensual soft fingertips on my face, and the brush on my eyelids and cheeks gently moving up and down,side to side , her soft hands gently touching my jaw to tilt my head upwards, all I could see was absolute darkness…for once, seeing nothing as close my eyes is refreshing, the sounds of the winds way distracting me
Is this how it feels? To trust someone? This is nice….I should do “trust” more often. I was interrupted by her voice “Open sesame! I'm done.” She said with a cheery voice, as I opened my eyes, she grabbed a mirror inside the boxes and pulled it out, she blew out the dust before letting me see my reflection. As I did, all I could see was a heavily painted in the palest white foundation, my lips painted in pink that formed a smile with drawn hearts in the edges of my mouth, my eyes were covered in heavy pink eye shadow, and she used the pink eyeliner to make a diamond shape on my eyes all the way down to my cheeks and my cheeks were blushed heavily, she made my nose pink “I….look like a twink clown made by tumblr artists” I said to her and she replied “Does that mean I made you look pretty?” I thought for a moment until I answered her “Maybe? I mean—I look approachable so there's that.” She smiled sheepishly at me, it's almost her signature look to be honest with you…
I grabbed her wrist and we headed towards the city. We just stood there, holding a sign that said: Jinx the birthday Jester and Kitty the ClownCat. To be frank; we had no idea what the actual fuck we're doing, we stood there for a mere ten minutes of silence; I was the one who made the first move and kitty followed pursuit. All we did was basically show our new found tricks we remembered from the book; Surprisingly our tacky performance managed to garner a crowd.. I jumped on Kitty's shoulders and stood on it, she almost fell until I gripped her hair, she let out an ear screeching yelp, people laughed at her pain, so I decided to play the flute while parading around in circles as I stood on her shoulders.. I could almost feel my back arching towards the floor, I could feel my heart raise, my heart beating like a drum.
Unfortunately; Kitty wasn't even strong enough to carry me; I tried to balance her by gripping her hair even harder and swaying her head left and right and I barked at her “Bitch?! what are you doing?!” Kitty tried ( her own pathetic way) to balance herself until she stepped on a rock and slipped causing both of us to tumble and fall. The crowd laughed and cheered, throwing money at us as if we're the new freaks of the zoo; Our performance was so terrible it made them laugh…We managed to make a whopping twenty-five dollars; Kitty smiled cheerily and said “That's enough to buy food like, sweet potatoes!” I sighed and answered “It's not enough to last even a week… We're saving this.” Kitty slumped her shoulders downwards and nodded her head..
A person suddenly called out to us, we turned around to see a tall woman with a confident demeanor yet annoyingly gentle demeanor;
She smiled and asked “You two are birthday clowns?” I felt my head spin after she fucking spoke. Does this bitch know how to read?????? My first thought was to knock her down so hard her eyeballs popped out of her fucking sockets, I'm literally wearing a sign that says JINX THE BIRTHDAY CLOWN dammit! But I did not, and answered “Can I teach you how to read the alphabet? It's for free, and I don't need a book to teach you how to read a few things such as the letter S, the letter T, the letter U and P, I, N and D” but the lady did not hear what I said. As my voice overlapped with the sounds of children playing and screaming in joy, she read the sign I wore, and simply nodded and said “I want you two to be at my son's birthday party, he loves clowns so much and their silly tricks.”
I thought about the bargain for a moment, I looked at Kitty and she didn't know what to do, but I think she knew we needed money. So she nodded meekly at me; I turned back to the lady and asked “How much money is in it for us???” the lady and added “Maybe… Two hundred dollars?” I shook my head and replied “Higher.” then she replied with “Two thousand?” I answered back “Higher” then she added more “Two Million?” Kitty and I nodded to her, she gave us her address and went on her merry way.
We went to the park and found a bus stop, it was the perfect place to sleep in, if it ever rains; the rain won't pour down on us because we're below a roof.. It's a great place to snuggle in.. Kitty looked at me and asked “Hey, is two million enough to buy a house?” I nodded at her question.. She lets out a leif expression on her gentle face. Until a thought flashed into my eyes “Hey, we should practice.” Kitty nods without hesitation; we read the book and practiced our asses off, learning how to balance on balls and sticks and failing spectacularly
By falling down head first on the hard floor beneath us. How the fuck are we supposed to earn two million fucking dollars? Well, that's when a thought flashed through my mind like a running train going off the rails. We don't have to do it the right way…I know it sounds stupid, dear reader but it's super convenient, my nickname Jinx could sum it all up; I picked kitty up and said to her “Hey, what if we fail on purpose this time?” Kitty looked extremely perplexed and bewildered at this suggestion and shook her head “But the two million–” I cut her off by placing my palm on her mouth “I know what I'm doing, goddamn idiot.” I then added “remember our performance on the street?” Kitty nodded, I could feel her soft lips against my palm, realizing this. I immediately swat my hand away, I could feel the temperature of my face rise so high, thank God I'm covered in heavy makeup.
I cleared my throat and added “So, they laughed not because of how good our performance is, but how badly we did it.” Kitty tilted her head slightly to the left and said with a regretful expression “Yeah…we got humiliated back there.” I nodded and said “Yes, yes. If it wasn't for your failure; I wouldn't have thought of a wonderful idea like this.’’ she looked bewildered again, much even more than before, so I patted her on the back “I was obviously doing my part well, if you hadn't fallen, we could have had a proper performance, but instead. You fell down” Kitty slumped down, her gaze fell on the floor, but in my kind ways. I reassured her “Hey, thanks to your clumsiness, we can make two million dollars!” she looked up at me with a twinge of hope and meekly replied with “R-Really?” I nodded and added with a smirk on my face “Yep, isn't it cool? Now let's practice our performance!” and so we hadn't slept and practiced all night.
As I tried to think about a mental script; I managed to cook up a plan of how it would go, basically we make as many purposeful mistakes as possible, my job is to be the unlucky clown and Kitty's job is to be my clumsy assistant, basically we do a play and let the kids play games while we make a fool of ourselves, of course comedy is known to be hard to capture; I wasn't known to entertain people back in the asylum, let alone make people laugh. But all we had to do was make a fool out of ourselves, even though the jokes will come out as tacky, my incredible luck will never defy me of glory..
APRIL 14 2019
We used the address he gave us the day before to go and find her house, we went on top of an isolated hill, and as soon as we got on top of the hill, what stood before me was a disappointment; it was a rather quaint cottage, that surrounds itself with flowers all in unique forms and colours, the field was lush green and the house was particularly made of wood, with no other qualities to it, s much so there is nothing else I have to say about it; but the real issue is that, she lives in here. Like this, will she really keep her promise—No, the real question is. Does she actually have two million dollars? We went inside the house, the first thing and the only thing I noticed was a shotgun, out of the case unprotected and unsupervised; I'm surprised nobody died yet..We were lead to the backyard and it was filled with seven rowdy teenagers and ten little kids, some of them looked to be mine or Kitty's age. Most of them are drinking punch, some are gossiping teen bimbos, there were some teenage boys bullying the kids, and most of them are children playing around and having fun, it was a shit show to witness
Kitty tugged on my arm tightly to feel a little more safe in a rowdy environment, as soon as the kids saw us. They ran towards us like a swarm of dogs, shouting and screaming in excitement as they saw us. The teens meanwhile snickered and used their phones to video us; I confidently smiled and said “Hello kids! I'm Jinx the unlucky clown, and this is Kitty the ClownCat! Say. Who here wants to see a magic trick???” all the kids cheered and yelled at us, begging us to do the magic trick, “Okie Dokie!!” I yelled with excitement (for the money, duh) And I whipped around to my right to look at Kitty, who stood there with the box. Inside the box was lemon pie, so I said “Kitty~! Be a good girl and give me the box, will ya?” Kitty handed me the box, our fingers brushed against each other only for a brief moment.. I looked back at the children and gave the biggest smile I could reach; I could feel my fucking cheeks ache harder than a migraine, so I told the kids “Ok, Birthday Boy! Come here!!” I extended my hand towards the birthday boy
The birthday boy came up and smiled “Say, I heard your Mother say you love Lemon Pie!” The kid nodded with an annoying grin. I tried to hold back my intrusive thoughts of pummeling this kid to death, but I digress; So I opened the box it was empty, if course it's a trick from the book, the box has a secret compartment and it was below that compartment, that there was a pie and below the pie was a metal string ready to bounce, to make the trick happen without revealing it, I have to tell the boy what to do, I gave the boy the remote “Here kid, it's a fun little game, basically this magic wand will make the pie appear!!” the kid smiled and said to me “Really?? Is that so?” I nodded..
I looked at the kid in glee and smiled at him “Kitty, what's the first step??” She stuttered immaculately saying “The… T-The the… T.The first… The…The first step… Step..” I expected this and it looks like, thanks to her, more money for me; someone like her is easily mocked at or laughed at, so the kids and teens laughed at her.. Kitty looked like she's about to burst into tears, a sacrifice had to be made, even if it had to involve her anxiety problems and stage fright. People like laughing at people they don't understand, people who can't accept that, are weak.. But I blocked her view. She did her job well, even though she wanted to cry, so I shouted “Looks like I'll do it instead, I'm so unlucky~!” So I held the boy’s hand and said “All you have to do is twirl it around in circles! Three times!” the boy nodded and twirled the wand around with his hand three times.. Then, something popped inside the box, “Could it be???” I rush towards the box to open it, only for the pie to throw itself at my face,
What's actually happening is that the ‘Magic wand’ is a remote, basically if you twirl it around, the secret compartment would open itself, the string ready to jump at any moment, so when I opened the box, the string reacted and threw it at my face.. Everyone laughed and I said “Oops! Lucky me I guess?” The birthday boy laughed heartily too.. Everybody laughed at my trick.. Kitty clapped her hands.. So; Me and Kitty tried the trapeze, I gripped a swing and at first, I was getting the hang of it, until I remembered I'm the unlucky clown, so I slipped on purpose and failed successfully, making teenagers our age and kids all laugh..
The Mother came and that's when I found out the Child's name was Sebastian; To be frank with you, I couldn't care less…He had an older brother they call Gunz.. He had a weird hairstyle, that's all I could say; Looks pretty intimidating too. He stood beside his brother, I could feel him glare at me, so I just waved at him with a smile, all he could do was huff in annoyance (how rude).
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He was me….. He told me “Don't you wanna make them feel how we felt?” he asked.. He tilted his head and ever so slowly, he slowly started to shiver and quiver, his weak bony legs gave out and he sat on the floor..he started to sob and his meek voice started to break.. And cried out “Why me?! Why do I have to suffer?! What did I have to do with father being a pedo?! What did I do to make my mother hate me?!! What Tell me Jinx!!! Tell me!!! Why did everyone else have wonderful parents?? What's wrong with me?!!?!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, all I could was stare at myself, or.. What I used to Be. Fred FordField, was crying and balling his eyes out and choking in his own tears.. Shivering in disgust and shame with himself.. At us.. What we became after all these years… A joke.. A Jinx and a fucking joke.. Then someone threw a rock at me… I whipped around to see myself, Frederick Rosette.. He wore the hospital gown and he was bloody, his head peeking out of the door..
“Hey Jinx.. We got what we wanted, didn't we? Our “Happily. Ever. After” Right?” He giggled and revealed himself.. He was covered in ceramic dust and cigarette dusts.. A smokey aura emanated around him like fog.. He glared at me before talking again “And yet…Why are we still fucking miserable? Hm? Jinx??” he said calmly, though his voice was laced in mockery, I answered him “I don't know..” he burst out laughing at my answer, his cackling sounded like a goddamn hyena..
He pulled me into a state of despair and desperation, he gestured his hand towards me to follow him, his laughter was almost like a hypnotic wave of emotions; I followed him like, like I followed my impulses and emotions.. Then.. I saw the shotgun.. On the table, with Frederick and Fred sitting beside it.. “Do it.” they whispered to me, as I pushed myself towards it.. My hands went cold, “They deserve it, people should know what misery feels like too.” Frederick whispered, and Fred chimed in “Everyone deserves it, it's a part of life..” I looked at the shotgun and back to them, they smiled with malice and said in sync “They should know what pain feels like. We got hurt by almost everything and everybody, but them? Why do they only get to experience despair and desperation later in life? While we experienced it from the day we learned how to breathe???” they sounded more like me now, filled with the same jealousy and anger I have.
They added “You should know that, Jinx. We're one and separate; together but not, different yet the same.. We're you, but you're not us.” Their eyes peeled my very soul.. I could feel the rush of the adrenaline, the pent up rage I have in my whole body, it's like I'm stuck inside a cage, and the rusty cage is about to snap; I slowly but surely, reached out to the shotgun right in front of me.. I could feel my veins pop for what feels like an eternity, I can't take it anymore! They're right!! Why did I give to the world to make it give me such a terrible life??? Breathe? Is that what I did?? Because the last time I checked babies breathe too after being pushed out the fucking vagina!!
Why did the world prevent me from seeing my loving sister??? What did I do to make the people who raised me; hate me with all their flesh and soul?? Alas, I took the gun and all of its bullets.. As I did so, I shot all the phone lines.. And marched towards the backyard door, there, I found them all, before they could process what's going on, I fired my first shot, I shot most of them in the leg, everybody, parents, children, teenagers; all began to panic and scream: Kitty stood there, looking confused and terrified, she covered her ears to block out the screaming and gunshots and yelled “What are you doing?!!!?!” I couldn't hear her, from all the fun I was having. And then those that managed to escape, I shot them in the head from afar, I shot their faces, their eyes, noses, anything, all six teens were dead, the ten kids were all shot down, then, I went towards the lady, her husband, and her sons, hiding in the corners, trying to call 911, fortunately for me, they're too slow to pick up
I moved the tables away, their eldest son, Gunz. Tried to hit me or something, he seemed to have no survival skills whatsoever, because I shot him in the left thigh, it was enough for his tough guy persona to crumble and scream in agony; his mother cried out “Why?? Just why??!” I rolled my eyes at the measly woman and answered “Because you guys looked too happy.” I shot their faces, I couldn't remember how many fires were shot, but all I know is that it was enough for their faces to disappear, the only thing left was their bodies.. And bits of flesh left by their heads.. I left Gunz out on purpose.
He yelled all kinds of slurs, I decided to play with him, it's been so long since I've played with him… I nearly forgot about Kitty, must've slipped my mind, that sly thing.. I whipped around to see her in the exact same area I left her in.. She stood there, frozen in fear and still as a flower in snow, it was the good thing she did.. Otherwise I would've cut her slit open and cut out her heart, so that it'll only beat for me.
“Kitty. Kitty, come here kitty~!” I told her to come, since that did not work, I used my tried and respected method “Kitty, you don't come here I'll tell the police you burned down the Asylum~!.” Kitty cried out “What you did was worse!” I chuckled back and said “Kitty, shooting people is a quick and painless death if shot in the right place, being burned alive? Imagine how your victims felt. When they open their eyes and suddenly half of their skin is peeling off and all they can see is their muscles trying its best to keep pumping—the veins are as clear as water.. Hahaha! Being burned alive lasts longer than being shot, Kitty.” I gripped Gunz by the hair and he tried to fight back, punching my legs, twisting my wrists, but I got used to that kind of pain, back at home.. So it wasn't so hard.. I stepped closer to Kitty, and she slouched her back. She hugged herself and began to shiver,
She couldn't keep her eyes off me in fear! How cute~! So I whispered ever so softly in her ears and continued my explanation “Being burned alive is another level of pain.. Imagine that pain extended in excruciatingly long minutes, Kitty. Unlike mine, I shot people, yes, but it was quick, they die fast.. Right? And I'm the monster? For killing people fast? While you potentially made people burn inside a building with no way out?” Kitty looked down on the floor in fear, shame, and guilt all together “Remember that promise you made me? So that you can make it up to me? You promised you'd do anything for me from now on, right? I forgave you, remember? I was so nice.” She looked even more guilty, the weight of her supposed “actions” weighing down on her like a big heavy dumbell on her chest.. She agreed to play with me.
So, I thought of a cool game, and told her “Let's play… Tag!” Kitty slumped her shoulders downwards and nodded “Y-Yeah.. Let's play tag.” I grinned, before I could say more; I heard rustling bushes, I quickly turned around to see that he had a knife in his hand.. All I could do was laugh, I thought he was really stupid until he surprised me by waving the knife around with his hand, he threw it at me and I dodged it, the knife managed to hit the tree beyond the fences and then, When I turned around. He swings his fist and managed to knock some of my teeth out, he managed to break my nose, knocking the gun off my hands as it dropped on the floor, he punched me over and over and over again, and then pushed me down onto the floor and launched his fists down on to my face, I could feel my eyes swell and my nose became hot with pain, as he sat there on top of me; I was reminded of him, as my memories of my childhood flashed around my eyes like a storm; I could see him, Peter fucking FordField. I remember him doing this to me, I hate him! How dare he make me feel like this?!!!? I don't want to be vulnerable again, no.. I'm not gonna die in the hands of this bastard! I could feel myself panic, for the first time in years, nobody except the man who made me made me feel this way “Kitty!!! Get the knife!!!” I barked at her, I could feel my heart beat getting faster and faster Kitty hesitated and stammered on her words so I barked at her in rage and fear “I'll fucking burn you alive!!!!!” that was enough to make her go outside to get the knife
I managed to push him off me, and then I stood back up, and grabbed the gun. I shot him two times in the chest, but this kid was stronger than I thought, Fuck! What is this kid? The fucking terminator?! He tried to push himself up, “Fucking Punk!!! ” he cursed; spitting his blood out, as he groaned in pain, but his determination was strong as he continued to tumble and fall back down because of his injuries, and proved that he still isn't out of the fight and still ready to avenge these people despite his fatal injuries, I took this as a chance and grabbed the chair beside me; and then, I launched the chair down at him, making him tumble back down onto the floor, settling in on a defensive stance as I continued to beat him until his skin turned into a pale blue.
Suddenly: Gunz grabbed the pie left on the floor and threw it straight across my face, and then he pushed me down again, and launched his fists down my face up and down rhythmically, all I could smell was the familiar scent of blood, the scent of the lemon pie. And the taste of iron.. I slowly noticed his blows started to get weaker and more measly, I could feel this wet oozing liquid drip down my chest, then: the smell of blood became even more heavier.. I could hear a swish of a blade in contact with flesh, then I heard it several more times and Gunz coughed out blood and spilled all over my face .. I knew it, hehehe! I wiped the pie and blood off my face to see a body lying unconscious but alive. Kitty had stabbed him in the thighs and the back of his arms and continued to apologize to Gunz “I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, please forgive me!” she said, her voice began to crack as tears rolled down from her eyes: She looked so troubled , her hands started to shake and the knife gripped tightly in her fingers, and her legs looked like it was bound to tumble down. I pushed him off me and snatched the knife away from her, causing her to tumble and fall to her knees, looking too flabbergasted, disgusted, scared, traumatized and guilty,
Gunz, who was still trying to pick himself up, was lying down there on the cold hard grassy floor, the grass that was flushed with greens and flowers.. Now looked like a fucking set for a bad horror movie, blood in the tables, dead bodies near the exit, and his family in the corner.. I was quite proud of it.. I looked at Gunz and kicked him over and over and over until his hands gave out, he was whimpering at this point. Calling out to his mommy.. Who was far away from him now; I felt so happy, I never killed many people all at once in my entire life
—Ok reader, the fire at the Asylum can be an exception.. But, I was proud because I didn't need to sneak around like a rat. All I did was do what my head told me to do.. It was fun..
The bruises on Gunz began to look more like a heavy cloud covering his pale skin, his eyes tearing up, both in rage, embarrassment, despair, and desperation. A trail of crimson red falling down like a wonderful waterfall under his nose.. I kneeled down to his level, and used the knife. First though, I had to taunt him by waving it near his face so that he can get a really good look on what's going to happen to him.. Next: I slowly slid the tip of the knife beneath his eyes, Gunz went from whimpering to now wailing and screaming uncontrollably, he grabbed my wrists but his, now covered in bruises. Could not stop me from what I'm doing, I looked at his horrified face, bleeding out and crying, wailing and sobbing, he moaned in pain.. His tough-guy-persona now shattered as he cries for his Mommy and Daddy like a widdle baby, it's almost comical
I pushed the knife down as it sunk deep into his eye socket, he kept on moving around, punching my hands, pushing me off, and wiggling to prevent it from happening, so I whispered “Don't worry! I'm almost done~!” I said calmly, I wanted to make him more scared.. Before I could pluck out his eyeball, he was pulled away from me; I moved my head up to see Kitty, covering the boy's eyes, and muttering “I'm so sorry.. When you meet your family, please let them know. T-That I'm so sorry..” She used the other knife, and slit his throat to end his torture, tears dropped on the boy's face as she hugged him tightly, apologizing to him and sobbing, what a party popper…
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