theschaper

[Your Pov]    The door creaked open as you slipped inside, turning around softly you slowly closed the door. Facing back into your new living room you saw that the bodies of what were once friends had become bones and burnt human smell as the smoldering piles in the fireplace gave that evidence. Almost gagging you wondered how could the neighbors not know something was wrong. If it stank this bad here, then how could they not smell it outside or the fact someone had a fire on, with it not even being winter yet. Through it did not matter for now the ones lost are irrelevant, all you had to do was kill the guy; and maybe take his head off wit

[Your Pov]    Your neck felt like it was tied around your back then thrown over a building and as you woke up in the same hell you tried to leave last night, only you did not wake up peacefully. “Oh would you look at that!” A grumpy voice exclaimed from a corner of the garage. “The dying bitch  finally  decided to live!” As his blurry figure came into view. You could only think of what it would feel like to punch him in his cocky face. Holding your chin in his hand he looked you straight in the face for the first time.  His eyes were wild, and dazed as he studied your face, tilting it side to side harshly. Through th

Burgers “America.” Britain began. “You need to stop eating all of those burgers you're going to get fat!” Alfred just ignored the caterpillar eyebrow man who sat on the left side of him and continued to munch on his twelfth big mac of the day. The wrapping paper of the McDonald wrinkled as he flatted out the grease cover on the oval shaped table. Never understanding why it needed to be hollow in the middle, but why would he care, he had important business to attend to. Though he did not tell France, Britain and China that it was his twelfth one, they probably thought after seeing him wolf down three in under five minu

[Your Pov]    His left hand held on your face, with a strong force causing to squash each cheek, with your lips to pucker. Jerking your face from left to right, he grinned wider. “My, my, my, I really happen to think you should try and smile more, it does wonders to your life.” The grinning boys’ breath stank of alcohol and morning breath. A pale yellow tooth grinned seeped on to his face as he leaned back removing his disgusting hands away, his fingers began to twirl the blade. A load grumble far off in the distance rolled on to the town, the flashes of light, lit the quiet neighborhood and all you knew was that

Author's note    Before I write this chapter, I’m not going to use Ej’s point of view, also this happens to be the smut chapter so fair warning here.    His arm began to shift around your waist, as he pressed closer toward you. Your arms, now having a mind of their own moved up to his shoulders, fingers tangling with his hair at the bottom of his neck. Pulling back for a breath, he leaned his head atop of yours looking down and breathing heavy. Everytime he breathed his chest would get closer towards yours until it was a hug, then deepen kiss again.     He placed you on a counter which was still covered in blood, so you coul

[Your POV] You piddle around entertainment area near the bathroom, kicking loose gravel. People were walking in and out, like clowns from a small buggie. The bathroom structure was gritty in green grime from lack of hygienic care, you desperately hoped that your friend used enormous gallons of hand sanitizer. Mrs. Patterson the towns first grade teacher, come out chasing her child, the little one’s face was smudged with paint in a glorious, unsystematic rainbow. Patterson on the other hand was desperately running after the cotton candy and rainbow delinquent obtaining too much sugar. Glancing up from the small side-show,  you spotted

[Your Pov] The next morning was dark and wet, the once lommy clouds from yesterday had began to pour. Your room which was still unpacked and hollow, had two more boxes added to it, plus a note. Sitting up, and picking the small note of numbers you collected from the group of boys that afternoon, you started a group text. First introducing you as yourself and waited for their reply. Taking in a deep breath, then finally mustering up the strength to leave the bed behind you stumbled toward the note laid upon the box labeled for your room. Shorts and a big shirt were the best way to start a dreary morning. It was from your father, out of all

[Ej Pov] Air began to fill with the faint fragrance outside the warped wooden door. Knowing well before that I had smelled her blood before, but now there was no tainted blood or other pesky dilemmas that could mask the scent. I picked up on the alarming aroma while trying to clean up the mess in the broken break room downstairs. Perhaps any normal person wouldn’t have even noticed the distortion in the air, but thanks to my practices I am able to make the coherent distinction in an instant. I drop the pan of organ residue that was being washed in the sink while wiping my hands on my pants as I rush to clumsily climb up the stairs an

[Second Pov]    I’ve always found this little Podunk town of mine rather monotonous and repetitive. Nothing ever eventful happens here. Just the other day, the crushing of pumpkins in people’s porches was the most ‘rebellious’ news this towns heard in months. So when a peculiar circus just arrived out of nowhere, it took everyone by surprise.    The classmates of my minute school were preparing for the Halloween themed dance, which was coming up soon since it was already mid-October. I never attended those sorts of things because I didn’t really belong with them. Thankfully my closest friend, [Name], understo