Blood splattered out of the bloody slit Wilt just cut open. From his face to the floor, her blood dyed red.
" UKGHH*..KUU*" She became tounge-tied and pop-eyed. Wiggling on the floor, she pushed the cut in but blood escaped from the space between her fingers. Her words were blocked as blood jammed her throat.
His mother lifted her left hand to Wilt and pressed the cut with her right. She pleaded through her watery eyes but the look on Wilt's face petrified her. It held none of his pity or prior innocence.
It's said that halfway past the door of dead, people are able to comprehend things not possible alive. Wilt's mother had become one of those. Her heart stopped beating, witnessing an evil far more sinister than death.
The last of her strife came to an end and her body ceased functioning on a puddle of crimson. Without batting an eye, Wilt turned to his father.
The brute's gall allayed before his son. He shook in fear. Dread had him in its claws.
" You....You....killed her."
" Hush! She's sleeping. Don't be noisy. Let me make you join her." Wilt whispered.
He took a step forward then another.
" Why are you afraid father? Come to me."
" You psycho. You never should have been born!!" Complimeting his savage looks, his father rushed towards him and threw his hammer like fist. Wilt dodged and the punch lightly grazed his cheek.
Wilt knew his father's attack patterns and stances like the back of his hands. Hardly a novice in the field of combat, over his deaths, he gained skills and experience enough to take on his sloppy father who only knew prudent punches. Kicks were too much for his bulky mass.
" GARHH! ...RAHH* Stop....Slipping!" Wilt's father kept on throwing punches. Wilt's skilfully evaded all his fear induced attacks. If he'd focus, all his moments recurred sluggish.
" I can do this all day but let's finish." Wilt said while dodging. His father was full of openings so he took his time closing in safely. If he took one of his punches square on, it would have surely dislocated his scrawny bones.
He deployed a shoulder push which made his father easily totter his balance. Wilt timed it perfectly in accordance with his father's motion.
" Kuchh*" The knife sinked right into his groin making a mushy noise.
" Argghhhhhhhh!" His blood-curdling scream suffused in the air. He writhed in agony on the wooden floor hooking to his dick.
" Stop jiggling." He deemed his father's pain an eyesore and forced the knife in his left eye and put him out of his misery.
" Not enoughhhhhhhhhh!" Wilt hollered and saddled on his father's chest.
Gripping the hilt of the knife tightly using both his hands, he raised his arms straight and axed his father's ugly mug.
He didn't just pause there. He continued his assaults." You..fucking*..piece of*...Shit*....Motherfucking*....bitch*........
Hitting me*....day and night.....drunk and broke....Burning*....my*....hard*.....earned*....coins*.....Selling me*!"
Each stab fraught with abhor cracked open his skull. Chunks of his brain stuck to the knife. Wilt dispensed all his resentment he has been collecting for a long time.
Exterminating his father to such a degree where he himself will deny his identity, he got off his chest making sure his face bloomed like a flower.
In a room laid two lifeless bodies, dead and cold, Wilt in the middle of it blood-soaked. His hands were shaking but not any guilt or fear could be seen in his eyes. " What is this thrill ?" An unfathomable pleasure tingled his bones.
"This thrill! What is this? I've never felt so alive!" Brutally murdering his parents, Wilt was exhilarated.
" This is what it feels like to kill. These currents of ecstacy tiding up and down. I'm alive. My heart's racing so fast I can barely explain." Wilt uncovered deep within his heart that this is what he longed for. A need, no, an obsession for the metallic smell of a viscous red fluid. "I don't want to lose it. Let's feel it over and over again." He spiked his neck.
" Drink up Wilt!"
" Yes mother!" Wilt pushed her mother happily down and dipped his thumbs in her eyes.
" Arghhhhhhhh!" Her sweet cries of pain mollified his heart.
Hence began his purification. He murdered his parents and reset the time with his own death over a course of several turns. Every time he maneuvered more gruesome ways to torture. He killed, skinned them breathing, pissed on their corpses. There was getting no more sicker than he already was.
His mother's delicious expression gave him ghoosbumps when he killed her, his father's horrid yells were melody. Their hair-raising screams filled the house so many times Wilt lost the count.
The neighbours and strollers who were attracted by the commotion and tempted to enter the house, Wilt added them in his rhapsodies of violence. Poor bastards died again and again under his blade.
Various reversals later, Wilt was tired. His eyes pellucid and partly opened. He dumped the knife. The last one's he slaughtered were his parents until the end and a mother child duo who poked their nose where they shouldn't have.
He did it, crossing the line of no return. He spilled his own blood and innocents.
" I'm impressed. Here's your reward." The eldrich's lilt echoed in his head again.
Purple mist shrouded Wilt until nothing was visible. At long last, Wilt was out of the hellhole reborn.
" Wilt." An alluring voice called out to him. He slowly spun back. A bed materialized in the dark void of black and purple haze
" Let me relieve you lovely*" A sultry women on the bed giggled in her black nightgown. Her beauty was mesmerizing.
Her saccharine perfume wafted gently under Wilt's nose. The aroma aroused his primal instincts.
All his pent-up stress revamped into lust prominent on the bulge inside his pants.
The woman slided off the bed and walked towards him with added sways to her hips.
Gently holding his hand, she pulled him over to the bed. Wilt found himself above a beautiful woman ready to be taken by him.
With a wolfish cry, he took her lips forcefully and ripped her clothes apart.
Ravishing her till his heart's content, he was hungry and a table full of wine jugs and meat had been prepared for him.
Under the dim candle light, a hungry beast chowed down his cooked flesh. Wilt never had meat. He despised killing of innocent creatures for the sake of hunger. But now he had no such restraints or remorse about killing.
His stomach retched and he threw up many number of times as his tounge was new to the tangy taste of flesh. Whilst the niffy taste, great gratification.
The musty and bitter wine reeled his head, still he quaffed till the last drop.
Wilt renegaded from being a child to a man.