Powerlust

"Let... Let go of me you... you greedy fuck!" I spat, gasping for breath. Bloody held my gaze, his expression never changing from its mixture of fury and determination.

"Not until you tell me how I can kill you, you little shit," he replied slowly behind gritted teeth, his voice low and demonic.

"Look, I told you! I don't know!"

"LIAR!!" he screamed, tightening his grip around my neck. His voice was doubled.

I desperately clawed at his hand, trying in vain to tear him off of me. My eyes began to water as I gagged and sputtered.

"IT'S YOUR BODY. YOU SHOULD KNOW HOW TO FUCKING KILL IT."

"THAT'S.." I coughed. "THAT'S NOT... HOW IT WORKS. AND EVEN IF I DID KNOW, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD TELL YO-" I was cut off by him tightening his grip even more and pinned me against the wall, cutting off my oxygen supply completely.

My lungs burned as my face turned red. Black flitted across my vision as I began to lose consciousness, and the glint in Bloody's red eyes told me he was aware of it too. He, of course, didn't stop. He would never stop. Not until he got what he wanted.

"I will find a way to kill you," he growled darkly. "And when I do, I will make sure it is as slow and painful as possible."

I squeezed my eyes shut so I didn't have to look him in the eye, but he continued.

"I will have a body all to myself, AND I WILL FINALLY BE FREE FROM THIS MOTHERFUCKING HELL."

As he said this, my body went limp, and I could feel no more pain.

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"LIAM! JOSH! MY PRECIOUS BABIES, NO!!" the woman cried, falling to her knees. Sobs wracked her body as big fresh tears ran down her face.

She ducked clumsily under the caution tape and kneeled before the mangled corpses of her two dead sons. Nobody stopped her. Not even the police watching. Everyone knew the love this woman had for her children.

The woman stayed kneeled next to the bodies for a good five minutes. Hard sobs shook her to the core.

"Not my precious children..." she whispered. "Not my beautiful babies..."

She tenderly stroked Josh's face, moving the thick brown tuffs of hair out of the way and she bent over and kissed his cold forehead one last time. She did the same for Liam before she stood up and shakily stumbled away from the bloody scene.

Amongst the crowd of bystanders stood a man. A man dressed in red security attire with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

[A/N] This is what happens when you give me a big bowl of ice cream while I'm writing.