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Victor's POV
"...severely injuring a fellow student!! Breaking his nose!! Giving him a concussion?!!" Mr Fuckboy aka Asswipe aka my principal yells at me.
And FYI the fucker was asking for it so I gave it to him.
He's lucky I didn't kill him like I normally did on a regular basis. 'Ah yes the regular slash the heck out of a daily annoyance aka person who's annoying the hell out o f me.' I thought as I blandly look up at Mr. Fuckboy with a blank face. "This is the last time!! Victor Stein your OFFICIALLY expelled from this school!!!!" He yelled putting his face in mine, a little spit landed on my face. 'Motherfucker, you just signed your death warrant.' I said internally snarling at the forty year old man but kept the emotionless mask on.
I simply got up, grab my stuff, and walk out of the office. As I opened the door I turned around I gave the man a feral but charming smile, "Have a nice day sir." I say before turning around and.....
SLAMMING
the damn door hard enough that the sound probably echoed through the entire building. Walking down the hall towards the main exit I see the principal's secretary and secretly slut. Seriously all I ever hear in the locker rooms is "Ms. Clair is the best piece of ass" "All weekend was just me and Ms Claire... In my room!!!!" She chooses who she wants next and unfortunately she set her sight on mwah.
(Picture of Ms. Claire)
Putting on a mask genuine joy and happiness I walk over and watch as her eyes lit up with lust. "Hello Victor~ How was your chat with John?" She said with fake concern and worry. Giving her a polite smile, "I will say, I had better conversations. But today sadly will be the last time we will be seeing each other. Goodbye Ms. Claire." I said with false sadness as I didn't wait for her to talk and walked out the door, and over to the parking lot and saw Mr. Asswipe's car parked in the corner of said parking lot. Pulling out my cell I take a picture of his licence plate for my revenge plan later and made my way towards the forest behind the parking lot. I walked a couple of feet away from the side walk over to a small ravine covered my branches and sticks. Moving said branches and sticks revealed a black indian motorcycle.
I borrowed it from a friend who disappeared a month ago. I decided to keep it as a reminder to said friend to honor them.
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Yeah, I killed them and kept the bike as a prize. Couldn't just leave a perfectly working and beautiful thing to become trash. Anyway pulling the motorcycle out of the ravine and into the street. Starting the ignition I started to ride down into the road. I rode silently for about ten miles before I saw the foster home I lived in all my life.
I was only two years away from moving out of this place. I got all the supplies I need to own my own place and take care of myself from all the money I stole from my kill victims and sold whatever valuables they had. I pulled up onto the driveway and made my towards the front door. The owner Mr. Wilson doesn't take much care of the bills and finances, food or the kids and supplies which puts the responsibility on the oldest kid of the house......
Me
"Victor!!! You back you little shit!!!Make dinner than get all these brats to bed at EXACTLY eight o'clock!!!!" Wilson yelled from the top of the stairs. I only sighed and made my way towards the kitchen. There are a total of seven kids in this house of five bedrooms, two bathrooms, and one large kitchen. The backyard is huge along with the front surrounded by a large area of forest. Bout five miles away from town.
But back to making food I threw my stuff onto the counter and started to pull out all the supplies needed for dinner when the Lopez sisters came running in.
"Victor can we help you?!" The oldest sister Arianna asked jumping up onto the counter while her sisters Lizzy and Bri greeted me with a hug. I placed everything in my arms on the counter and patted the girls heads as I'm not really one for hugs and nodded my head to the questions.
"Yes you, Lizzy, and Bri go and set the table while I start dinner." I said to them before I turned my back towards them putting on my apron and began to cook some beef stew but instead of beef it was deer so technically deer stew.
Making nine plates for everyone with an equal amount is tough. But thanks to my genius and hunting abilities. I'm always able to bring food to the table along with money.
Seeing that the food was done and that girls finished setting the table. I cupped my hands together and hollered
"Food!!!"
And like magic everyone was at the table. Wilson stomped into the kitchen and sat at the front of the table. The dude looked like one of those fat bosses from those old time movies. And you might be thinking. "Why don't you just kill that fat bastard?" Well let me answer you. If I were to kill the bastard I than everyone in the foster home would be split up and almost everyone in here has been here since they were babies. Including myself and that's all I knew. So when the older kids started to leave it was just me. But the kids look out for each other like family so I will not be the cause of a family split up.
EVER!!!
Or if there was a way to keep them all together after I killed the fatty.
So yeah
After serving everyone their food, I turned on the news. It showed a murder of a family and on the walls was the words "Go To Sleep" written in blood.
"Looks like Jeff the Killer killed another one. And this just right outside town!!" Michael who was twelve said pointing to the tv. He and his twin brother James have been here since they were six and both have a thing for the supernatural.
Most particular the creepypastas.
They'll go on and on about how they kill the victims and how people don't survive an encounter with one. Now I don't believe in that bullshit and tell them its just some crazy fanboys and girls trying to scare people into believing in them. But they won't listen.
"They don't exist Michael!!! It's probably some whack job who obsessed with them as much as you are. So stop talking about them." Sophie the second oldest and brat of the twenty kids here. She's fourteen and thinks she's the most beautiful and smartest thing in the house. And that the world circles around her and her only.
"Shut up they are!! And I hope he or the Shade comes for you next!!" Michael shouts grabbing his plate and running upstairs into his and his brother's bedroom. If your wondering on who the Shade is its the local murderer who kills the locals of this town or near it. The Shade is...........
Me
Name the locals gave me after a survivor of a killing spree saw my shadow as I left the house. Anyways Wilson not bothering to help Michael just sat there let it happen and stuff his face with food. Seeing no one other than James get up and go up and see how Michael is, I got up on my feet and made my way up the stairs. Walking down the large hallway towards the twins room door. Grabbing the knob I walked inside.
First thing I saw was Michael......
And James.......
Both looking at the window with wide eyes. Slowly turning my eyes towards the window. I felt my own eyes widen.
There right the window was the famous murderer......
Jeff the Killer
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