Chloe

Chloe Walker looked at the big knife in her hands and felt joy.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her surroundings. She had always hated, dark, Devils Peak with its killer past, tame trees. It was a place that reminded her of her crimes she had done.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Brad Parkes. Brad was a creepy monster with dirty hands and a disgusting temper. His victims were the innocent ones.
Chloe gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a killer, spiteful, whiskey drinker who only knew how to kill. Her mind could only think of how good it would feel to kill someone. She once smashed a baby’s head on a wall, while the mother watched. Chloe realizes she’s a ,disturbed devil.
But not even a monster like Brad would prepare for the wrath of Chloe.
The road for Brad was looking short.
The snow flurried like it was covering a murder scene, a white blanket that lay across the frozen corpse, making Chloe need to kill powerful.
As Chloe stepped outside and Brad came closer, she could see the malicious glint in his eye.
“I am here because I want revenge,” Brad bellowed, in a vile tone. He slammed his fist against Chloe’s chest, with raging force. “I frigging hate you, Chloe Walker.”
Chloe stumbled, back due to the shortness of breath.
Chloe looked back, her eyes wide as she plays with the big knife. “Brad, get away,” she replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two crowded families at a loved ones funeral. Chloe, turned up the classical music playing in the background and she wants to rip Brad’s eyes out of his head.
Suddenly, Brad lunged forward and tried to punch Chloe in the face. Quickly, Chloe grabbed the big knife and brought it down on Brad’s skull.
Brad’s dirty hands trembled and his dirty fingers wobbled. He looked pale, his body stiffened like a board.
Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later, Brad Parkes was dead.
“I’m done with that idiot”
Chloe laughs, as the dead body lies in her front room. She calls her cat, Reaper for dinner.
“Look at my little kitty, I got you a big supper”
The cat walks over to Brad, and starting munching at his eye. The cat’s covered in blood, enjoying every minute.
Chloe, sat on her couch with her wine, watching tv she recites a poem,
“Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my heart
It severs me, and darkly my blood drips
To the barren land
In numbness I dance
While oblivion laughs cruelly
Now alone, my supplication falls upon uncaring”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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