[Short Story] Adam’s Kill

I have no idea when this was written but it was after I wrote ‘I’m Not Scared’. That story basically established Adam and Peter as my own original characters and I started making up proper backstories for them. Adam is a serial killer, I had a weird fascination with them… Probably because of the Dexter TV-show? Anyway onto the story, this one is pretty gruesome.
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[Short Story] I’m Not Scared

Creative writing assignment from 2008. The prompt required us to have a character get over their fears. I had a bunch of trouble keeping within the word limit.

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[Short Story] The Fight

This is a bit of a Kingdom Hearts fanfic I did back in 2008. It never went anywhere, this is basically the most complete part of it.

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[Short Story] Cards

Turns out I’ve written a fair bit in 2010. Here’s yet another story. I don’t even know what I was doing with this one. It’s just full of the edge. Oh gore warning.

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Alex’s Bad Habit

He gently threaded the string through his latest victim. Assorted ears and eyes lay scattered across the table, he worked at silently. In and out, in and out, he pulled the string through and through to allow the creature to have the image of a smile: a very wonky smile but still quite clearly a smile. The needle was dropped onto the desk. He grinned terribly as he admired his handiwork. He reached out clothed limb and grasped a pair of rusty scissors: old they were but still very sharp. He carefully cut the thread close to its mouth, making sure not to harm his work in any way. He placed it down then picked up his needle again. He grasped one of the cool black eyes that had been lying close to one of “finished” victims. He grinned when he realised that this one was getting close to being finished too. All it needed now was its eyes. He poked the needle into it and began sewing the eye on. He chuckled happily; it was so close to being finished.

The lights flickered on, causing him to whirl around in shock. Who had? There standing in the doorway was his friend. Alexander stood there, arms crossed; very clearly not amused.

“Alex what are you doing?” Alexander walked over to him and when seeing his creations glared daggers at him, “What the hell!?”

Alex looked down at his sock puppets amused.

I’m Not Scared #5

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on?” Peter asked, sitting up away from him.

Adam scratched his head, “My dad sorta wants to kill you.”

“What!?” Peter exclaimed, “Why?”

“He’s just like that; he never really liked his brother. And since you saw him when he killed him, he had to do away with any evidence. Red eyes are a very rare trait,” Adam explained.

Peter numbly nodded trying to process the information.

“So, are you alright?” Adam asked.

“I’m fine now, just a little scared,” Peter replied.

“Of what, the dark?”

“Yeah,” Peter responded feeling slightly embarrassed.

“It’s okay to be a little scared,” Adam said, softly.

“I suppose,” Peter looked away.

“Okay, I think we should go find your mum,” Adam suggested as he stood up.

“…kay.”

Peter picked himself up and followed him. Adam led them through a windy route of twists and turns until they came to a very pitch black room. It wasn’t much different from the hallways but Peter had lost ‘sight’ of Adam.

“Adam?” Peter asked a little panicked.

“Over here!” Adam called over.

‘This is stupid,” he thought to himself as took a deep breath, ‘There’s no point in getting worked up. I need to be brave; I need to get over this.’ Peter gathered up whatever courage he had left in his body and forced himself to move.

“Adam, where are you?” he called out.

“Over here,” Peter felt a hand grab his arm and almost jumped out of his skin.

“I’m sorry,” Adam said, sadly.

“What for?” Peter asked, confused at Adam’s sudden change of behaviour.

“She’s gone.”

‘Mum?’ “S-she’s g-gone?” Peter bit his lip to stop himself from crying.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” A pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

“It’s okay,” Peter choked out, “Let’s just get out of here.”

Peter found himself through a lot more tunnels before he saw light. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen but even the freedom couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down his face.

“We have to get going, Peter,” Adam warned him, “My father will come soon.”

Peter nodded, wiping the tears away. He followed Adam until they reached a boiler room; Adam and Peter quickly put as many flammable things as they could find into a pile. Adam handed Peter a lighter and Peter lit it. The fire quickly spread which caused Adam to grab Peter and drag him out, down the stairs and onto the front garden. Peter and Adam watched as the house quickly caught fire.  
‘HONK!’

Peter turned to see Adam’s mother in the car, waving frantically for them to get inside. This time it was Peter who was the one dragging. They both entered the car and off they went; the burning house disappearing into the distance.

‘The dark isn’t the scary thing,’ Peter thought numbly, ‘it’s the things lurking there, that are.’

I’m Not Scared #3

“No… Left not right, oh here, let me have a go,” Peter yanked the Game boy off of Adam and fiddled with it until, “There!”

Adam glared at him, “Can you stop doing that!” he exclaimed, “I was just checking if I had missed something.”

Peter was about to protest when, they heard Peter’s mother calling for them. Peter watched as Adam left the room fuming about what he, Peter had done. Sighing, Peter followed. ‘Jeeze, I feel bad. I should’ve just let him do what he wanted.’

Peter took a seat at the table, opposite to Adam, “Sorry,” Peter mumbled looking at the table but he was only met with silence.  They ate in an uneasy silence, ‘Where’s Adam’s dad?’ Peter thought, it struck him as odd that he wasn’t there, ‘Where would he be?’ Adam’s mother cleared her throat gaining the attention of the other three.

“So how as your trip?” she asked pleasantly.

“Good,” Leah answered, “Although it was a bit cold, the heater’s broken again.”

“So where’s Mark?” Leah reached over and grabbed a slice of bread, and proceeded to slather it with butter.

“Downstairs. He’s working on something very big.”

Peter listened to them talk for a bit more before tuning them out all together, he twirled the fork around in the spaghetti, playing with it before eating it. ‘Soooo… Boooored,’ he thought dully. The rest of it was completely uneventful and for luckily for Peter quickly went by. Soon it was bedtime and Adam had still made no move to talk to him.

Peter pulled out his pyjamas from his decently sized suitcase which he had brought it up after dinner. Adam was already in bed reading a book. The title? Peter couldn’t really make out from where he was. He stripped down and put his pyjamas on then he laid down on the bed.

“Sorry,” Peter looked over to Adam, who didn’t respond at all, “Adam, I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything…”

“It’s okay,” Adam responded after a while, which practically scared the crap out of Peter.

“Really?” Peter asked utterly shocked, “What I did was really rude.”

Adam closed his book and placed it on the side table. Then make his way out of bed and over to the wardrobe. “Like I said its okay,” pulling the draw open, he revealed a huge box that read on the side: CHESS, “So cuz, wanna play a game with me?”