Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

WARNING: If you're squeamish to any gore, I highly suggest you don't read this.

Quick intro: Hi.. this is my first post on here. I'm trying to get this story into public because I'm really proud of it, and I just want to share my writings with people. I'm really into gore, so I decided why not make a story ahout murder? So here we are. I also published this story on Deviantart. The second chapter is already written, but I'll submit that later. Enjoy!

We ran as fast as we could into the forest. "BEHIND THIS TREE!" Moon Flower screamed. It was faint, but she managed to yell loud enough so her voice wasn't drowned out by the police sirens, barking dogs, and the sound of footsteps crunching through leaves and breaking twigs. Panting, we concealed ourselves. The police and their dogs weren't able to track us because we passed The Shield of Hellven. We did it. We had gotten away with our first murder as a team. We still had the blood stained knives in our hands. Our clothes were drenched in blood. Every time we took a step, it sounded like we walked in the rain. If I told a story of how we got into this situation, I'll start here...

1 year ago...
The rain was pouring outside. It was Saturday at 10 am. I was snoozing away in my bed, dreaming about weird things like teeth growing through feet. My door and curtains were closed, so it was pretty much pitch black in the room. The only light being able to come through was the hallway light from under my door. My little sister, who is only a few minutes younger than me, was at a friend's house. She won't be home until late Sunday afternoon. I was awoken by the sound of my phone going off. I opened my eyes a little to see my phone illuminated. I reached over to grab it. It was a text from my best friend, Star Swirl. 
Swirl: Hey. 
It said. 
Me: Hey. 
I replied. Me: What's up?
Swirl: Eh, nothing. You?
Me: Just waking up.
Swirl: Have you heard?
Me: Heard what?
Swirl: About this girl's disappearance. She was kidnapped Thursday night and she was found yesterday with her small intestines wrapped around her neck as if she was strangled by it.
Me: Oh God..
Swirl: I know. It's also horrifying that it happened near our area and the killer is still loose.
Me: A lot of people have been disappearing and then being found dead a lot lately.. It's crazy!
Swirl: Yeah. Ugh... gotta go.. I have to do Saturday chores as usual.
Me: K. Bye.
I turned my phone off and sat up. I stretched and yawned. I love to sleep in on rainy days, but I knew I had to get up eventually. I went into the kitchen, got some Frosted Flakes (yes queen), sat in my living room and flipped through the channels to find some Spongebob. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I wasn't sure if I should answer it because my mom was at work and I can't answer the door for anyone when she isn't there. Heck, even if she is there I still can't answer. But I got up anyway and looked through the peep hole. I saw one of my other best friends, Shy Petal, standing there. "Shy? What is she doing here?" I asked myself. I unlocked the door and opened it. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked. "Sorry for coming without any warning, but I need to talk to you." she said. I was a bit confused because Shy did have a phone she can text or call with. She could've just talked to me over the phone. If she needed to speak to me in person, it must be serious. "Uh... ok." I said. I stepped aside so she could come in. I noticed she had a brief case in her hand. I found that a bit weird. She never carries one with her. She didn't have an umbrella with her, even though it was raining enough to have a flash flood warning. All she wore to protect her was a big winter coat. She sat on the couch. Seeing how cold she was, I turned up the heater. She looked rather sad. I took a seat next to her. "Where's Flower Blade?" she asked. "Oh, she's at a friend's house. She won't be back until later tomorrow." I said. She nodded. "So, what's up?" I asked. "Well, you see... the reason I'm here is because... my parents and brother were... m-m-murdered.." she said. I froze in shock. She began crying. The news was unbelievable. I didn't say anything for a long time. "I-I'm so sorry.." I finally said in a hushed voice. Shy had her face buried in her hands, but her cries sounded a bit... off. After a moment, I realized she wasn't crying, no not at all. She was laughing. This sort of alarmed me. "Are you.. laughing?" I asked. She lifted her head and tears were rolling down her face. But I knew they weren't tears from crying. They were tears from laughing so hard. Her lip was trembling from trying not to smile. This kind of disturbed me. "But..." she started. "Can you keep a secret?" I tilted my head to the side a bit. "Um.. sure.." She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I am the one responsible for their death." I froze. What should I do? I don't want to tell because Shy is one of my best friends, but at the same time, if police find out, I'll also be thrown in prison for knowing she killed them and not telling. But since I've always wanted to kill someone, I just said what every "normal" person says, "Damn." "Promise me you won't tell a soul." Shy demanded. I paused before answering. "I promise." "And can you do me a favor?" she asked. "Sure.." I promised, but I wasn't so sure if I wanted to obey. "The bodies are still in the house. I hid them in the downstairs bathroom. The police, nor anyone knows. So can you help me dispose of the bodies?" Look, I know I brought up millions of times how much I wished I could kill someone and get away with it, and I'm not really a sane person, but Jesus Christ! "I'm not sure, Shy... besides, how are two 13 year old girls going to dispose of two adult bodies and one kid body and get away with it?" I asked. "We're smart enough to come up with something. Remember one time im 4th grade we framed that moron, D'marion, for stealing Mrs. Lynch's money? We got away with that. And we got some pretty cool stuff with that money." she said. "But that was a totally different situation!" I said, my voice getting louder. "Are you going to help me out, or not? You don't want to hurt your best friend, do you? Plus, you've always wanted to kill someone! You were so close to putting smashed cherry seeds into that one dork's food. The least you can do is help me out!" she said. I groaned. "Fine.. let me get dressed." I left the living room to get dressed.

"So why did you do it?" I asked as we turned the corner on the sidewalk. "Well... my dad was.. abusing me.. like.. she was.. touching me. And my mom was being VERY harsh and strict on me and she was making my life harder. And my grandma came and visited us last week and she gave my little brother ALL of the attention. She hardly looked at me! So I killed my dad for abusing me, my mom for driving me insane, and my brother for jealousy." Shy explained. I could've judge because I would kill for the same reasons... and for greed and revenge. "Well, what can I say? I believe you did the right thing." I said. "Why am I not surprised that you said that?" she asked. "Because it came out of the mouth of a crazy person! Even though you're the crazy one!" "Heh.. yeah." "How did you feel when you killed them?" I asked. I was desperate for an answer. "Pleasure." she simply said. I nodded. "Do you regret it?" "Of course not! I wouldn't have risked it if I knew I would live with extreme guilt." she said. "True." I replied. We arrived at Shy's house. "What will be your excuse for your parents and brother missing?" I asked as she closed the door behind me. "Let's just say they went some place together and never came back." she suggested. "Um.. ok.." I said. We walked to the bathroom. I had no trouble finding it due to past visits. I stopped at the door. 'Do you really want to witness what's beyond this door?' I thought to myself. I slowly turned the door knob and cautiously opened the door. I saw a bit of the floor from the hallway light. There was a large puddle of blood I could see from the center of the floor, but I couldn't see the corpses. My hand was shaking as it slowly crept toward the light switch. I turn on the light, and gagged. No, not from the sight of the bodies, I just got a good whiff of the foul smell of the decomposing bodies. As gruesome as the sight was, I've seen and heard worse. I couldn't move. I just didn't want to, mostly. But Shy on the other hand walked into the bathroom as if there wasn't three limp bodies lying in a large pool of blood. I could've sworn I saw Shy's father's fingers cut off. "Did you.." I started, but Shy answered my question before I could even finish it. "As punishment of him touching me in a way I don't approve of, I cut off his fingers when he was still alive. I enjoyed watching him rive in pain. Happiest moment of my life." she said, sounding proud. I observed the scene more. "This is going to be a pain to clean.." I sighed to myself. I finally found the nerve to enter the bathroom. Shy held her brother-who was closest to the door-in her hands, placing him in a starfish position. "Can you grab some sort of saw? Dad kept one in his toolbox in the garage. It should be on a shelf next to a flower pot." Shy told me. I blinked, then nodded. I went into their garage, found a took box, grabbed a handheld saw, and went back to the bathroom. I saw Shy singing a lullaby to her brother in a sweet, but very eerie tone. "Go to sleep.. go to sleep.. go to sleep little brother.. close your eyes and go to sleep... tomorrow won't come for you.." she looked up and me with a smirk. I handed her the saw. "Help me." she said in an acid tone. I sat next to her. I helped her remove her brother's shirt, and tossed it to the side. She placed the saw over his left shoulder. "Um.. exactly why are we going to dismember him?" I asked. "So it'll be easier to put his limbs in bags. We're doing the same for mom and dad." she said. "Now help." Together we sawed off his arm which took 2-3 minutes. We cut off the rest of his limbs, including his head. It was hard work. "Ok, let's do mom next." Shy said. Now our hands and clothes had huge blood stains on them. Some blood even got on our faces. I helped drag her mother's body into the center of the floor. As we sawed our way through skin, it sounded like someone's guts were being moved around. As we cut through bone, it sounded like someone was lightly scraping their nails on a chalk board. In the middle of sawing through Shy's mom's second arm, Shy said, "Stop." I was confused, but obeyed. She pulled the saw out. She grabbed her mom's hand, and with all her strength, she pulled on the arm. The rest of the bone snapped and the rest of the arm tore off. I sat there, jaw dropped. Her eye twitched. She bent the arm the opposite way an arm is supposed to bend, snapping it. Hearing the elbow joint break was sickening. Shy somehow ripped the arm in half. She had a crazed smile on her face. Her pupils grew smaller as her sanity was slowly draining. "Let's do papa now!" she said with a lot of enthusiasm. This sent chills up my spine. "Ok.." I said, forcing a worried smile on my face. Once again, I helped place the body in a starfish position. Again, we sawed off his limbs and head. After that, she set the three heads against the wall as if they were watching something. "Can you go to my parents' room, look in the drawer on the right side of their bed, and grab a sewing kit?" she asked. Once more, I did what she said. When I came back, I handed the kit to her. She took out a needle and thread. She looped the thread in the needles hole (which I find impossible to do) and tied the thread. She scooted up to her brother's head. She used her thumb and index finger to open his right eye. She pierced his eyeball with the needle a few times. A little blood came out, but that didn't stop her. She pushed the needle through his upper eyelid, pulling so the thread went through. Next thing I knew, Shy sewed all of the heads' eyes open so that-according to Shy-they can watch the big act. "One more thing. Go into the kitchen, grab the biggest knife you can find, and bring a box of trash bags." she said. I did so. The first thing she took from me was the knife. I set the trash bags on the counter. I sat back down and watched. Her father's torso was in the middle of the floor. Shy firmly grasped the knife, and plunged it into his stomach. She slowly cut open his stomach (don't worry, we removed the shirt before sawing the body) and opened it, exposing his organs. She twitched before violently burring her face into his stomach, ripping his organs out with her teeth. I could've sworn I saw her chew a part of his large intestine before spitting it back. She used her hands and smashed his rib cage, crushing his lungs and heart. She played with the remains of the heart afterwards. Shy's dress was now dripping blood. All of her front side was covered with blood. She even had tons of it in her hair. It wasn't nearly as much blood as I had on me. Her pupils were now dots. She licked her lips. Her smile was very disturbing. "They're FINALLY dead!" she said. "Now let's clean up." She stood. I did too. "Alright. So first we'll put the limbs in different trash bags. Heads go in one, arms go in one, legs go in one, etc. Then we'll clean ourselves until we're 100% positive that we're clean and we have to dispose of our clothes which will go into another bag because I'm pretty sure those stains aren't coming out. And don't forget to dispose of the saw and knife. Plus we need to clean everything else and make sure we don't leave a single trace of DNA." she said. She sounded even more insane. "Ok, let's do this." We cleaned up the limbs and threw the knife, saw, and sewing kit in a bag. We put our clothes in a different bag. As Shy took a shower, I mopped the floor. Shy took a shower for 47 minutes. She was positive all the blood was gone. I had to help her wash her hair and under her nails. While I was in the shower, Shy was cleaning the mop and mop bucket. She also scrubbed the floor, making sure there wasn't a speck of blood or DNA. I took a shower for 20 minutes due to the lack of blood on me. When we were done with cleaning everything, (which took 3 hours and 47 minutes), we were ready to dispose of everything. We grabbed the bags, and since it was cold and we didn't want to leave finger prints, (because winter was about 2 weeks away), we wore gloves to take the trash out. We did it without getting caught. We pretended it was trash day. On Saturdays, Shy's family does take out trash. Plus the garbage truck came that day. "Ok, one more thing I want to do.. to make sure we WILL get away with this." Shy whispered to me as we made our way to the dumpster. "Alright, what do you have in mind?" I asked. "Let's burn down the house and pretend it was an accident." she suggested. "Uh... but where are you going to live if we do that?" "We'll figure it out. But it'll be perfect because my parents keep matches in their bathroom and gasoline in the garage." Once again, I blinked. 'She's beyond psycho..' I thought. "If you really want to do this," I started as I hauled my bags into the dumpster, followed by Shy. "then fine." "Good!" she said. We began walking back to her house. "Pour ALL of the gasoline in the living room and I'll throw the match in it. We'll have to be FAST to get out." "Look, I'm not sure if we should do this." I said. "But we WILL." she snapped. Nothing more was said as we walked back. I got the gasoline and poured in on the floor. Shy threw the match into the puddle. We made it out on time. The only damage being done was a few burns, but we made it. We pretended to freak out and cry. The police, fire department, and ambulance got involved after a neighbor called. We flawlessly got away with murder and a fire. I told officers that I was helping around the house when something happened. I told them I wasn't a resident of the house and that Shy is more than welcome to live with my mom and I. Shy told police she didn't know where her parents and brother were. The police confirmed the fire as an electrical fire and didn't investigate (lucky us!). Shy's grandmother and other family members lived in different countries, so police said it would be best if Shy stayed with me. They contacted my mom, and she accepted. That day was the most insane day in my life. And that day was the day I moved to a whole new crazy.

Hey, you made it to the end! I spent a week writing this in my Journal, and about an hour copying it to here. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed.