Fic- Matthew 1/8
Title: Matthew
Author: Sakiikumi
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Summery:The ramblings of a teenage serial killer. Ages 15-18. He's gay. He kills.
The first person I killed was Krystal Sanders back in freshman year. We were dating at the time. She was my first girlfriend, blonde, pretty. She was a little bitch though.
All she did was complain about her 3 sisters and her drug addict brother. She was too young for me anyway. 14 and I was 15. I needed an older woman. Or one who didn't act like a 12 year old girl. She always had her hair up in a high ponytail, exposing her pretty face caked with make up. She only liked me because I was the 'most popular guy in school'. You know, I was the loner, the one everybody wanted to figure out.
The first date we went on was ok. She was all giggly when I held her hand and she put on her whore outfit to go out with me and even offered to make out with me in the car. But me, being the gentleman 15-year-old that I was, said no and we went on a walk through the mall, her giggling the whole way.
The second date was what made me decide to do it. She came there in a short skirt and a baseball tank top. She didn't even have elastic pants (leggings) or anything on under it. We went to go get ice cream at the Free-Z Cone on the street I lived on. It was about 8 at night, and we got the ice cream right before the place closed. We sat behind the store on the wooden tables, she was scared of the dark but I told her nothings gonna happen. Then she giggled. After a couple of minutes of stupid conversation she finished her ice cream and she got up and said she needed to go to the bathroom. And then she knocked right into my ice cream and it fell onto the ground. And guess what she did.
She giggled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sorry," she said, covering her mouth.
"It's ok," I said, and I went to go to the trash to throw the ice cream cone away. And she went out to go to the local gas station bathroom.
This gas stations bathroom was outside. It wasn't an outhouse, just a bathroom outside connected to the gas station. And I waited.
When she came out I told her, "Krys, let's go to the park for a bit,"
And we walked about 5 minutes to the park. When we got there I told her, "Let's lay under the stars for a bit," being all romantic and mysterious. We layed there for a bit and I leaned over to 'kiss' her. But instead of kissing her I pinned her down by the throat and gagged her with part of my shirt, ripping it off like some kind of barbarian. I barely even knew what I was doing, I was so young. I was just trying to do it like they did in the movies.
She was making this choking noise and I took out the knife I kept in my pocket. I pushed the gag further into her throat to make sure she wouldn't scream that loud. I raised the knife.
"Like I would waste my first real kiss on you, bitch," I said and I plunged the knife into her chest. I could hear her screaming but it was really muffled and I just kept stabbing. I stabbed her 18 times.
After I was done, breathing heavily and crying just a little from the intenseness of the whole thing, I picked her up. For a 15 year old I was pretty strong. I had a little difficulty but only a little taking her and putting her on the sand. I sat down next to her and touched her cheek, setting my school bag down on the sand. It was caked thick with makeup. I pulled the gag out of her mouth and set it down when the tide came by so it took it into sea. I flattened out her bloody clothes, accidentally catching a glimpse of under her skirt.
No underwear.
Figures.
I waded up to about my stomach in the water with her in my arms and put her down, watching her sink and be pulled away by the water. I then walked out of the water, soaking wet and sat down next to my school bag. I always kept an extra change of clothes in there. For emergencies like these. I took off my soaked clothes and changed into my extra clothes.
It was 9:43.
You may wonder, god what were you thinking? Well, I was a 15 year old boy. I wasn't really thinking much. Because it felt good. It's just like teenage sex addicts. They just do it because it feels good. And it's culturally acceptable for it to feel good. Killing? Not so much.
But it felt really good.
And it was a thrill. Like a rollar coaster. Only better. And come on, who doesn't want to just try killing someone, just once to see how it would feel?
Well, for me, it wasn't just once.
I've killed 7 people.
That's a pretty low number actually. I mean, it's not like I need to kill somebody every day. Just like once every 6 months and I'll be good.
A/N: Hey, Does anybody know any communities I can post this stuff in. And more to come, in just a bit :) please comment!!!!
Author: Sakiikumi
Rating: PG-13-NC-17
Summery:The ramblings of a teenage serial killer. Ages 15-18. He's gay. He kills.
The first person I killed was Krystal Sanders back in freshman year. We were dating at the time. She was my first girlfriend, blonde, pretty. She was a little bitch though.
All she did was complain about her 3 sisters and her drug addict brother. She was too young for me anyway. 14 and I was 15. I needed an older woman. Or one who didn't act like a 12 year old girl. She always had her hair up in a high ponytail, exposing her pretty face caked with make up. She only liked me because I was the 'most popular guy in school'. You know, I was the loner, the one everybody wanted to figure out.
The first date we went on was ok. She was all giggly when I held her hand and she put on her whore outfit to go out with me and even offered to make out with me in the car. But me, being the gentleman 15-year-old that I was, said no and we went on a walk through the mall, her giggling the whole way.
The second date was what made me decide to do it. She came there in a short skirt and a baseball tank top. She didn't even have elastic pants (leggings) or anything on under it. We went to go get ice cream at the Free-Z Cone on the street I lived on. It was about 8 at night, and we got the ice cream right before the place closed. We sat behind the store on the wooden tables, she was scared of the dark but I told her nothings gonna happen. Then she giggled. After a couple of minutes of stupid conversation she finished her ice cream and she got up and said she needed to go to the bathroom. And then she knocked right into my ice cream and it fell onto the ground. And guess what she did.
She giggled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sorry," she said, covering her mouth.
"It's ok," I said, and I went to go to the trash to throw the ice cream cone away. And she went out to go to the local gas station bathroom.
This gas stations bathroom was outside. It wasn't an outhouse, just a bathroom outside connected to the gas station. And I waited.
When she came out I told her, "Krys, let's go to the park for a bit,"
And we walked about 5 minutes to the park. When we got there I told her, "Let's lay under the stars for a bit," being all romantic and mysterious. We layed there for a bit and I leaned over to 'kiss' her. But instead of kissing her I pinned her down by the throat and gagged her with part of my shirt, ripping it off like some kind of barbarian. I barely even knew what I was doing, I was so young. I was just trying to do it like they did in the movies.
She was making this choking noise and I took out the knife I kept in my pocket. I pushed the gag further into her throat to make sure she wouldn't scream that loud. I raised the knife.
"Like I would waste my first real kiss on you, bitch," I said and I plunged the knife into her chest. I could hear her screaming but it was really muffled and I just kept stabbing. I stabbed her 18 times.
After I was done, breathing heavily and crying just a little from the intenseness of the whole thing, I picked her up. For a 15 year old I was pretty strong. I had a little difficulty but only a little taking her and putting her on the sand. I sat down next to her and touched her cheek, setting my school bag down on the sand. It was caked thick with makeup. I pulled the gag out of her mouth and set it down when the tide came by so it took it into sea. I flattened out her bloody clothes, accidentally catching a glimpse of under her skirt.
No underwear.
Figures.
I waded up to about my stomach in the water with her in my arms and put her down, watching her sink and be pulled away by the water. I then walked out of the water, soaking wet and sat down next to my school bag. I always kept an extra change of clothes in there. For emergencies like these. I took off my soaked clothes and changed into my extra clothes.
It was 9:43.
You may wonder, god what were you thinking? Well, I was a 15 year old boy. I wasn't really thinking much. Because it felt good. It's just like teenage sex addicts. They just do it because it feels good. And it's culturally acceptable for it to feel good. Killing? Not so much.
But it felt really good.
And it was a thrill. Like a rollar coaster. Only better. And come on, who doesn't want to just try killing someone, just once to see how it would feel?
Well, for me, it wasn't just once.
I've killed 7 people.
That's a pretty low number actually. I mean, it's not like I need to kill somebody every day. Just like once every 6 months and I'll be good.
A/N: Hey, Does anybody know any communities I can post this stuff in. And more to come, in just a bit :) please comment!!!!