Consequences of Games

The house was quiet when the man walked in, only the sound of the clock ticking in the background was heard. Tick-Tock Tick-Tock. Walking through the house he walked into the main bedroom, seeing a man and a woman sleeping in bed. He watched them for a while before approaching the bed, his footsteps silenced by the thick carpet in the room. A wicked grin formed out of his lips as he stood over his upcoming victims. He knew nothing about the pair. Not who they are nor what life they have been living. He never does. He just closes his eyes and puts his finger down on his map of the city before setting off to the place that he’s blindly chosen. That is why he was in that room right now. That was how he chose his victims. A sick and twisted game that he created to entertain himself every night. He was going to kill the couple. All this just for the fun of it all.

He knew that what he was doing was wrong in many ways but it just never bothered him. It became an addiction long ago and he has become blind to the cons of what he was doing, craving this sick desire more and more every time he did it. He kicked the mattress of the bed to wake the two up before grabbing hold of the handle of his knife, pulling it out of his pocket slowly. Of course he had to wake them up, otherwise what’s the fun of it all. The faces of horror just entertained him and the bloody screams were like music to his ears, fueling him up to start his attacks.

His game didn’t end quickly. He made sure that his games always lasted as long as possible, longer than just a quick slit of the throat and done. He wanted to savor the moment. As soon as he started he couldn’t end, not until he was done with everything. He was in a trance, like something came over him, possessed him, and didn’t let him take control of himself until his victims were surely dead. He didn’t mind though. He loved the rush and looked forward to doing it again and again, night after night.

To him it seemed like an instant but he knew it was longer than a mere instant. Now he was looking at the dead couple. They lay there on the floor limp and lifeless as the crimson liquid flowed out of them, seeping into the white carpet. Staining it red. The man looked at the corpses with a sickening smile, wiping off the knife against the bed sheets before putting it back into his pocket. He hummed a tune as he turned around to leave the room, closing the door behind him.

“Who are you, mister?” A tiny voice was heard and the man froze for a second. Instinctively grabbing the handle of the knife before turning around, stopping himself from pulling out the knife once he saw a little boy in front of him.

“Well… I’m-”

“I like the color of your shirt. Is red your favorite color too?” The child asked, looking up at the man that towered over him with his height. The man looked down at his blood stained shirt, thinking of what to say.

“Yeah, sure. I like the color red… Wait! Don’t go in there!” The man said and quickly grabbed the boy and pulled him away from the door to prevent him from seeing what was behind those doors.

“But I want to go see mommy and daddy. I heard that they’re awake so I want them to play with me” The child protested, squirming out of the man’s grasp.

“Your parents want some alone time so you should leave them alone”

“But I want to see them!”

“Listen kid, why don’t you just go to bed?” The man said as he began to drag the boy into the kid’s bedroom.

“But I don’t wanna sleep. I’m not tired” The kid whined, fighting the man to break free.

“It’s past midnight. I think you should sleep” The man said and shoved the kid into the room, immediately closing the door and holding it so that the kid wouldn’t open it. There was banging on the door for a while from the kid trying to get out but they eventually died down. The man sighed and took a chair, propping it against the door so that the boy wouldn’t be able to get out before turning around and heading for the door.

“Mister, are you leaving?” He heard the voice again and felt a tug on his pant leg “Please don’t leave.” The man turned around and looked down at the boy in disbelief before looking at the door which was still closed with the chair still in the same place.

“How did you- You know what? Nevermind. Leave me alone” he said and pushed the kid aside and headed towards the door before he got stopped by the child again right in front of the door.

“Play with me for a bit, please. I can share my toys with you”

“No kid, I can’t.”

“Please”

“I already had enough play time”

“But…” The boy looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, trying to get the man to stay due to guilt “I’m lonely…” The man sighed and looked away from the child

“I said I can’t and that’s final. It’s time for me to leave” He said and pushed past the kid, walking out of the house, heading out. Finally out of the house he took a deep breath of the fresh outside air. He began walking home in silence, relieved that he finally got rid of the kid.

“What’s your name?” The man froze.

“Why are you following me, kid? Why don’t you just go back home?” The man asked with a slight growl in his voice, turning around to see the same kid following him.

“Well since you had to go I just decided to come with you.” The child said innocently.

“No, kid. Go home. I don’t want you following me” The man said and turned around, resuming his stroll to his house, hoping the kid would just give up.

“What’s your name?”

“Huh?”

“My name’s Eugene. What’s yours?” The kid said, walking alongside the man, looking up at him.

“You don’t need to know”

“But I told you mine. It’s your turn now” Eugene pouted

“A no is a no”

“That’s not fair!” The kid exclaimed rather loudly, stomping his foot in protest

“Life’ not fair, deal with it kid. Now stay quiet or go home. I don’t want a loud kid walking around with me.” The man said, ignoring the kid’s protest but Eugene wasn’t going to take no as an answer.

“If you don’t tell me your name I’ll scream that you broke into my house!” The kid threatened, kicking the man in the shin. The man immediately reached for his knife to get rid of the annoying pest but mentally stopped himself. “No. I’m not going to do that. Not a kid” The man thought, taking his hand out of the pocket where his knife was before continuing to walk before getting kicked once again.

“Ow! Fine fine, I’ll tell you! Jeez… so annoying…” The man mumbled before looking over at the kid. “My name is Jim. There. Are you happy now?” He asked, not really caring about the answer, walking away.

“Finally. Now that wasn’t that hard, right?” The kid said, following him.

“Whatever”

“So, Jim, what were you doing in my house anyways?”

“None of your business”

“But I wanna know. Tell me~” The child whined. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

“God d****t, alright! Just will you be quiet for at least one second??” Jim said in annoyance. “He’s so annoying. All this can end if I just- … No, stop that thought right there. I’m not going to kill a kid.” He thought and sighed, staying quiet until he was able to think of an excuse. “I was… just visiting. I’m an old friend of theirs.”

“You came to visit? Don’t you think it was a little late for that?” Eugene asked, furrowing his brows in slight skepticism.

“No, I think it was just fine” The man said and began to walk faster, only to be disappointed to see the kid skipping along with him in his peripheral. He didn’t say anything though. He just walked in silence and hoped that the child would leave him alone eventually.

“How do you know my parents? I’ve never seen you around before.” And with that the man’s hopes of Eugene finally getting quiet disappeared.

“You know you ask way too many questions?”

“You know that you’re being too much of a grumpy old man?” That response didn’t sit well with the man. “The reason I am being ‘grumpy’ is because a little annoying brat is following me around. And how dare he call me old man? I’m only 31” Jim thought but stayed silent, deciding that if were to argue it would only be worse. That was probably the right choice too. He didn’t know that kid very long but he knew him long enough to know that he’ll be enough of a brat to keep arguing even if it’s with an adult.

The man only had to survive a bit more. He looked up at the path ahead of him and smiled when he saw his home not too far from where they were right now. “Only a bit more and I’ll get rid of this kid for good” He thought as he walked. Soon arriving at his house he stopped at the front door and turned to look down at the kid.

“Well kid, it was nice talking to you but it’s my time to go home. So run along” Jim said and turned his attention to his door, taking out his keys to open to lock.

“ But I wanna go inside too”

“That’s not going to happen”

“You’re so mean!”

“Oh you have no idea” The man said while walking into his house before turning around to say his final goodbye to the child that doesn’t know that he was an orphan yet, sighing at what he saw. The kid was looking up at him, arms folded with a pout on his face all while giving him puppy dog eyes. The overall look made the child look too similar to a kicked puppy, a sight that stared down into people’s souls while making them feel such guilt that they couldn’t refuse anything to the one that was looking at them with that face.

Jim signed as he looked at the kid, feeling the guilt that was intended to be felt. “Listen… goodbye” He said before closing the door shut, locking it and making his way deeper inside his house.

“Finally. It was about time that I got rid of him.” The man mumbled as he went to his laundry room. He did feel bad for leaving the kid outside but he was okay with it if that meant not having that annoying brat around anymore. Taking his shirt off Jim looked at the blood that was already crusting up on his shirt before tossing it in the washer. “Let’s just hope this washes out. I liked that white shirt. It would be a shame if I would have to throw it away” After putting all the bloody clothes into his washer and starting up the machine he headed over to the bathroom to take a shower. Washing all the blood off himself he put on some clean clothes and headed out of the bathroom. The man furrowed his brows when he began to hear sounds coming from the living room television. It sounded like... cartoons?

“These are boring. Why isn’t there any good cartoons on at night?”

Eugene was sitting on the couch, holding the remote while his eyes were semi glued to the television screen. The man was shocked to see the kid in his house. He remembered locking the door so there was no way that the child should have been able to get inside.

“What are you doing here?? I didn’t let you in. Get out!”

“That’s very rude. Didn't’ your mom and dad teach you how to be polite?”

The man’s eye twitched in utter annoyance, doing his best to not just go over there and literally dragging the kid out of his house.

“I’m hungry? Do you have anything to eat? I like ice cream” The child said. He rolled around on the couch until finding a position that he was comfortable in, laying upside down with his legs against the back of the couch and his head hanging off of the couch. He flipped through the channels, his head slowly getting red from the blood rushing down because of him laying upside down.

“I don’t have ice cream” The man said

“Cake is good too”

“Why would I just have cake in my house??”

“Then cookies?”

“No!”

“Well-”

“You’re not getting any food from me” Jim cut him off, silence following his words before..

“But I’m hungry”

The man was getting ready to hit his head against the wall. Maybe if he was unconscious then he wouldn’t hear the kid anymore. He sighed.

“This is not going to end anytime soon, is it?...”

Reviews

[A.R.K]

its okay but irealy wanna know why Eugeen fazes through walls is he a ghost

[Mikayeaye]

This story is very interesting. Especially how he does not mind killing people he did not know. When it cam to the kid however he did. He did not want to hurt him and he did not want him to see his dead parents. I think it would be good if the scene was depicted more.

[APHDisappointment]

WUZZUP MAH HOMIE!?! Alright so, I love this story. The interactions with Eugene and Jim feel real. If I would fix anything, it would be to maybe describe the scenes more... I don't know. SIGNING OFF BUDDY!!

[Oh Oh Oh no]

Its a good story, and i like Eugene, hes my kind of guy. Jim is also cool but i think you should talk more about of Eugene just appears in places. Also the begins really descriptive but not all of the story is very descriptive so yeah. Good job tho!