Jane stood outside the door of 502 Silver Avenue, Jeff's house in my best clothes, a long-sleeved black tshirt and jeans, I wanted to make a good impression. What would happen? She took a deep breath and rang the bell. Nothing. She tried knocking nobody answered; instead the door eerily creaked open silently. "H-hello? Mrs. Miller?" She whispered. "Anyone?"
Jane looked around in the inky black darkness to see a staircase on her right. She knew what happened to idiots who climbed stairs in horror movies, but this wasn't a horror movie… Right?
Wrong. Jane began to get, a strange feeling, like someone was... Watching. She heard a heavy breathing from a door on the left. She pushed it open to reveal a man, gutting a teenage boy. Jane's body froze.
"Hello." The man said innocently
"Wh-Who are you?" Jane stuttered
The man was wearing a white hoodie, covered in blood, and black dress pants. It was his face that made every hair on her body stand out, his eyes ringed in black, his face, a pure white color, and the smile, that damn smile.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Jane screamed.
"You don't recognize me?"
"Only in my nightmares," Jane sneered.
The creature walked over to the dead body and said,
"This is Liu,"
Jane's eyes widened.
"B-but, wait... WHY?" Jane screamed
"This is who I am. Now, I think it's time for you to go to sleep," Jeff said as he walked over to her, knife ready.
"No." Jane stated. Jeff laughed,
"You and what weapon?" He sneered. Jane grabbed the knife and drug it across the right side of her mouth leaving half of a smile like Jeff's.
"Jeff, I love you." She said with pain. As she was about to go for the left side, when Jeff grabbed her wrist.
"Stop" He said, "Don't do this."
He led me over to a chair, and started sewing my wound. "I just want to be with you," I admitted.
"Here," he said as he finished the last stitch "Go home, and get your things, bring me back something to see if your worthy of keeping alive."
I stood up and walked to my house, there, dad was waiting for me.
"Where the hell have you been?" he shouted. I knew what was going to happen. Just as I predicted, he slapped me where my stitches were, making the pain almost unbearable.
"What is with these stitches?" he screamed as he struck me again, making me fall to the floor.
"I-I" I wasn't able to finish before he kicked me in the stomach. I stood up and used the table for support. I noticed a large butcher knife on the table. Then, I got... That feeling again, the one I hadn't felt for a long time. I knew what I had to do. I picked it up and spoke up.
"I'm responsible for mom's death, right?"
"YES! FINALLY YOU GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD!" Dad hollered.
"I'll be responsible for yours too!" I yelled as I rushed him. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. As he lay there, bleeding, I stuck the knife through his heart and decapitated him. I laughed insanely. The kitchen floor was covered in blood but I didn't care. I put the head in my messenger bag along with all the knives I could find. I rode my bike to Jeff's house as fast as I could, so none of the neighbors would see. This was my destiny, to rind flesh and bone, to feel the warm blood of my helpless victims. It made me, somehow, happy.
I burst through the door of Jeff's house and went to the room where he was sitting.
"Here," I said as I threw the head on his lap.
"Ah," his smile was even larger. "How did it feel?"
"Amazing, like I was, free."I smiled.
Jeff walked up to me and whispered, "I'm glad you feel that way."
He grabbed my wrist and carved a heart into it and I did the same to him.
"Stabmates?" I offered.
"Stabmates." Jeff nodded.
We went out into the darkness to claim more victims until sunrise.
AND THAT, IS HOW EQUESTRIA WAS MADE!~