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Chapter 7 - Bloodlust.

I got out of the hospital and started walking home. Something in me broke, and I was going on a war path. First stop the bar. When I got there I saw the rest of the school bullies. I grabbed a pool cue, and broke it over one of their heads. I stabbed him with one part, and stabbed another person with the other part killing them both. Someone grabbed me, and I punched them in the throat. I grabbed a bottle, and broke it over a table. I stabbed him repeatedly till I was covered in blood. I smiled, and continued to kill everyone in the bar. Then I heard a gunshot, and then felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned around to see that the bartender had shot me. I laughed, and walked towards him as he continued to shoot me landing every shot. I got my hands on him, and beat him to death. I looked up into a mirror and I was unable to recognize who I was, and what I had done. I looked around, and smiled at what I had done. I loved the thrill. I wanted, no, I needed more. I walked to a body, and took his bandanna. I put it on along with a pair of sunglasses. I finally put my hood on, and walked out. "now time to go home" I said to myself as I started walking home. when I finally got home I grabbed the spare key, and walked in. I locked the door behind me, and walked to the kitchen. my dad wasn't home, but my mom was so she would be my first target. I grabbed a kitchen knife, and headed upstairs to my parents room where my mom was sleeping. "hello mom" I said shaking her. She woke up, and looked at me. She screamed, and I quickly put my hand over her mouth. "ssshhh" I said as I put the knife to her throat. "O-ok..." she said shaking. I smiled widely "this won't hurt a bit" I said stabbing her in the throat. Her eyes started rolling back, and I could hear her gurgling the blood in her throat as she died. I laughed wildly, and continued to stab her body. After I was done I walked into the closet, and grabbed a pistol. It was a colt 1911 semi-automatic handgun that my dad kept in his closet for self-defense. I went to the kitchen, and waited for my dad.