I can't do this anymore these voices are killing me.

Do it

Do it

You know you want too

Stop stop stop stop

Take it

Take it

Take it

Do it

Do it

Come on

Don't wuss out now

You've already gone this far

Do it

YES YES

GOOD JOB

I stood there watching them twitch and glare at me in defiance. "I-I h-hate y-yo—" at the end there was just a gurgling noise. The body stopped twitching and the their muscles spammed in a final defiance of death. I pulled the knife out of their chest and felt the a warm and wet feeling in my right cheek.

The grass was soaked in the beautiful scarlet liquid, I felt my exhaustion fade into excitement and my adrenaline rise. I need more of this. The way the liquid oozed out of the wound and splattered all over the trees, grass and rocks. It was the best feeling. I looked at the mans face, his name was Josh. I saw a ring on his finger and my blood ran cold, did he have children? He had a wife— I took his wallet and opened it, it had a picture of a brunette female who was about a few inches shorter then him. There was two other females about the height of the woman's waist and they all smiled, one girl was blonde and the other was brunette like the mother?

I remembered how my parents were brutally murdered. How would these children react? Why did I do this. I've killed people before but never like this. I've never stabbed someone or just straight up shot them. I either got someone else to do it or they died as a soldier or bombing.

I laughed like there was no tomorrow, I couldn't stop! I felt myself illusion again, I often see the white figure more often he takes the form of Tom now.

(Yeah I know he looks kinda like Tord but ignore the longer hairs on the side I meant to draw Tord or something but changed it because I ALWAYS draw Tord pics.)

Good job

You did good

I'll leave you alone for now

But remember

You're next target.

You may ask what happened, I'll tell you no show you.

~Flashback~

I was walking to the kitchen and found Roxy on a call again with that Paul person. My suspicions grow the more and more they talk maybe I ask about it. Or I could just listen to the convo my hearing isn't the best though all I can make out is "yeah ~~~~~

It'll work if ~~~~~~ mhm ~~~~~~ see you~~~" then those crushing words people use to express love to each other, the words I've hated and never believed since my parents died. "I love you"

I should probably go, as I was about to leave I felt Roxy pull my arm. "HOW MUCH DID YOU HEAR." I shivered I've never heard her act like this. "N-not much my h-hearing is b-bad b-but I h-heard you say I love you." I clenched my teeth and spike in hostility saying those last words. "Tord wanna go to my house? I'd like to show it to you." She glared at me.

Don't do it

Don't

You

Fucking

Dare

Idiot

Worthless

"No I'm not going." I finally told her after 5 minutes of staying silent. She snapped and pulled my arm "HEY S-STOP! TOM HELP EDD MATT PLEASE HELP!" She pushed me into the car and I was greeted by... the Paul I knew. Of course how was I so dumb? Every friend I make hates me right? Besides Edd and Matt there's always something wrong with my friendships, they're fake.

Where's Tom? Where's Edd? Matt couldn't help but where are they... "LET ME G— dmvjfmdmf" my mouth was covered by some sort of black fabric. "Shut up, you've lost your old memories of certain things and your cold and love-able personality is gone. We're only helping you, Red Leader." Red leader? What do they mean helping. I feel more erelaxed but then I noticed a white building. It's the hospital Tom, Edd and Matt found me at! The one that tortured me!

I knew the best way of getting out was either befriending them or running out the SECOND they open the door. Wait a second this other guy with weird hair has a pocket knife and he seems weaker then me. Paul and Roxy got out the car and started talking to the ginger from months ago.

I glanced at the other guy, he had a name tag with the name 'patyrick' (probs spelled wrong but ya'know who I'm talking about) on it. I sorta remember this guy half of me doesn't want to hurt him but I have no choice. How stupid they didn't tie me up just forced me into the card. I jumped Pat and he screamed for Paul but I covered his mouth muffling his screams for help. Part of me enjoyed picking on the helpless person having control.

I grabbed the switchblade from Pats pocket and ran waited a bit knocking him out. Paul didn't look in the window before opening the car door. NOWS my chance! I ran out my chest was screaming and my adrenaline was kicking in. I heard heavy footsteps behind me someone that sloppy remind me of... Roxy! She's chasing me along with Paul.

I ran into the forest it was familiar. I glanced around... black trees... red leaves... I ran away knowing who else was here. I felt him chasing me and looked back quickly. My blood ran cold as I saw the figure using the appearance of Tom to chase me. Tom was always faster then me so he was quickly catching up. I grabbed a bit of grass and let it flow out of my hand behind me hitting the fucker right in the eye.

"FUCK." It wasn't Toms British accent or the Norwegian accent the white figure had. I recognized it quickly it was Paul's voice! I knew what my inner demon was doing. He was using my illusions to make me do what HE wants.

Clever.

You're helping me now?

For now.

Be a good boy and listen to me and MAYBE I won't make you go insane and lash out on a poor little bunny.

Alright deal, as long as I don't hurt anyone.

Hmm, if they hurt you I can't promise that.

If they hurt me fuck them I don't give a fuck if I hurt them.

Looks like we have a deal.

Why aren't you always this nice? If we tried we could probably get a long well.

Because you took the spotlight I'm nothing compared to you, just a thought.

Thats not true I won't erase you just be nice.

Maybe if you wouldn't be so dumb and trusting.

You used to be so cold and difficult like me.

Everyone besides Tom wants the old you.

Really Tom like me how I am?

Nah he just hated the old you.

Ugh of course well then I'm not going back!

You might say that now but you won't remember anything when I'm done with you.

I shrugged it off I'm not letting this demon piss me off or get me emotional at all. I glanced behind me and HOLY shit he was RIGHT there literally and inch away he had his arm extended and was about to grab onto my hood when I snapped.

My head was splitting and I felt dizzy. I stopped and the next thing I know he's in the floor screaming in pain. I looked to the side and noticed he had a big gash on his hand and saw the bloody pocket knife in my hand. "ARE YOU OKAY?"

Don't bother he will live, I felt your desperation to get away and helped you out with that. Keep moving.

After he said 'keep moving' I felt that overwhelming pleasure and joy again. I knew what was happening and I needed to get as far away as possible. I ran away and ended up in a field with some scarlet flowers. Wait a second it's not just the flowers the grass is scarlet! This place seems familiar too.

I kept moving following the trail of red flowers, weeds, rocks and grass. I ended up in another forest but with triangular eyes carved in the trees and a bunch of dead animals. Guys everywhere I even noticed some small intensities hung on the trees like Christmas lights!

I gagged at the sight but after awhile I noticed how beautiful the sight was. I mean look at it! It's painted with the violent color I cherish. Not enough there needs to be move. I grabbed the knife and went hunting.

You know if you REALLY want more blood I bet Paul would bleed more then a few bunny's and mice.

I laughed at the thought of the once strong man lying limp with his organs scattered and neatly placed with the other prizes on the trees. How long has this been here anyway? Doesn't anyone come by here. I noticed caution tape and realized that the police probably saw it and are investigating.

I noticed a camera and ran as far away as possible. I ran into the one policeman and they asked where I was and why I was covered in blood. I laughed a bit could this be my first murder? I grabbed the switchblade and he grabbed a gun. "SHHHH" I started laughing.

"Sir are you okay?" I took that moment to stab him and move hand hand to his head as he pulled the trigger. He nearly avoided shooting himself and I stabbed him over and over again watching as the scarlet red liquid that showed violence spilled out painting his blue uniform a purple and reddish color.

I laughed at the sight how beautiful, I watched him snarl in defiance of death and he gasped for air making his final breath. His muscles spasmed a bit before lying limp and his once fiery and brave eyes filled with numbness and nothingness.

I was satisfied with what I saw and that's when it happened... my strange addiction... the white figure came up to me "I'm pleased with you Tord." My eyes widened as I heard the soothing British accent Tom had. I looked up and saw his black eyes, tan skin, blue sweatshirt, blood on his cheek, smile, and his other features.

"What do you mean?" He held my chin and told me what a beautiful show it was and he wanted me to 'perform' more. I laughed at the though of blood spilling out of more corpses. I need to do it for him.. he wants them dead, he wants it so that's what he gets. His personal executor..

He smiled and laughed turning from his soothing British accent to my scratchy and disgusting. Norwegian accent.

You ready to make him happy?

Always.

Good then let's go.

~End of flash black~

Here I am now, influenced by myself my own demon to kill for HIM and not Tom. How sad how the things play out now. I just want to see Tom and his smile again. How his voice soothes me but I can't have that how I am. I haven't killed enough for him right?

If he wants me to kill for him I will, no hesitation. I heard he has a girlfriend too. She's in the way. I'll have to take out the trash. Yeah that'll work. Didn't they break up though? Surely not she's been over st our house over and over again. She's tried befriending me. She hates me, she says she loves me. But she really doesn't right?

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