A Disturbed Boy Documentary

Yes this is apart of ‘An Ugly Boy Documentary’

Halloween special kinda, not really

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   It was dark. Very dark in the houses. Although it was only a little after six in the morning  it looked as if the shadows themselves had eaten up the entire block. The tall shadows that connected with the long row of houses danced across the neighborhood along with the street lights that jolted on and off as the seconds passed. No one would expect something so gruesome to happen on a night such as this one. A gruesome act indeed, on such a night in the middle of October nonetheless.

But who was to tell, no one seemed to grasp what his intentions were on this day until it was too late.

Further down the road stood a lanky young man, his hair the color of driven snow, his eyes the color of amethyst, perhaps they were as cold and calculating as they had once been opposed of. Sure, at one point they appeared to be in a hallucinated haze, his gaze always on one woman in particular, (f/n), his infatuation with the girl had quickly taken a dark turn. At first it was a cute, maybe simple crush, he tried with all his pudgy might to gain her affections to which they’d all come to a horrible close, he’d asked for help from his friends and family all of which looked as though they would work but there was only so much one person could take before hitting the deep end. For Emil Steilsson the deep end seemed to be approaching more and more everyday.

The lights of an automobile flickered beside his form before driving passed rather quickly, a deep glare of hatred was suppressed from beneath his lazy lavender eyes before reverting back to their original form. One could say that he was at war with himself, he needed to stay as sane as possible around his mates, if he let it slip once, just once letting his other side through then perhaps they’d disown him, Emil frowned at this, no, he did not want that to happen, no matter what happened that was the last thing he wanted, to lose not only his obsession but also his closest and most loyal.

His once thickly packed sausage links were crushed tightly into small fists as the thoughts rumbled through his head, sweat on his brow as he thought things over. ‘To leave me…? Impossible, It won’t happen, “I won’t allow it.” He whispered out behind his crushed teeth, but it was so damn difficult to hold these feelings in, so damn difficult to be a fucking dunce.

He couldn’t stand it, he knew it was only a matter of time before it’s let out, before he can no longer suppress these malevolent feelings, these insidious ideas and wants. This wasn’t like Emil though, this wasnt like the Emil that everyone had fallen in love with, the cute, sweet, chubby Icelandic male whom spoke with a sweet accent, with a delicate heart, no, this wasn’t like him at all.  For one, Emil wasn’t sweet, nor was he kind. He was calculating and manipulative, the kind that you’d see alone playing in the run over innards of a decaying animal, he enjoyed watching as things played out in his favor and this ignorant little whor—(f/n) wasn’t making this any easier for him. He wanted to know what it felt like to be in love but no matter what this character had done she’d ignore his advances. If this Emil couldn’t gain her attention then maybe the original Emil could. He’d use the way he’d been wanted to use this entire time, intimidation and dominance. She would submit to him, he could count on that.

Emil placed his fingers over his eyes as a few chuckles made their way through his pale white lips, he was thinking over what had just transpired mere hours ago. His eyes peeking through the small openings between his fingers. The bright purple seemed to emanate darkly from behind the white of his hands. The darkness of insanity along with the oddly lit lilac of his eyes made it appear abnormal, demonic even.

Then again, it would all be over soon.

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It was the dead of night, perhaps a tad bit after midnight, the silence of the evenings zephyr entranced the experience. A young woman could be seen through her bedroom window as she parted a few pieces of hair from her (s/c) face. It was rather late for her to still be awake but she didn’t mind the lack of extra hours, she didn’t have school tomorrow so she could sleep in. Uzbeks to her a lone figure stood outside that same window as she gathered up her pajamas for the night, it was a cooler evening so she’d bundle up in a onesie.

After a quick rinse she’d quickly wrapped herself up in the clothes and as she went to open her window for the night she spotted a man whom she recognized from school, although she couldn’t make out his face she could make out his school uniform. Perhaps he had work later or he had practice that ran longer than normal. She took no notice of it and off to bed (f/n) went.

In the dead of night the creaks of her room could be heard, could it be the house settling? No, no it never takes this long, she had to have been imagining scenarios in her mind but she felt as though someone was watching her. Turned on her side towards her bedroom door she let out a peek, bright (e/c) met with the black of her room, nothing was there, nothing at all. This calmed her immensely, maybe she should invest in a night light? She internally nodded at this grand idea, yes, yes she should.

Feeling stupid for thinking such laughable thoughts she turned on her otherside, towards the window, to meet with a single bright plum eye. The eye was adorned with a gaze that could only be described as insane, large and gapping she let out a scream only for it to be covered by the intruders hand which was casually lying on the end of her bed. Sitting her up, eyes glazed over in pure amazement, the mans eyes twinkled with delight.

“MAGHAH!” She screamed from behind his moist hand before biting harshly down on it, he didn't flinch, not in the least. Even as the sound of flesh against teeth raked its way across the room or when the blood shed onto her (f/c) sheets he didn’t move his gaze from hers, he didnt reach up and attack her, he didn’t shout, he didn’t even hitch up in breath he just smiled brightly, his lips reaching his eyes.

She knew that smile, even in this darkness she recognized this person immediately.

“Emehil?” She blatantly let out gaining back his attention this time with a look of pride.

“Yes prinsessa minn?” The girl blinked away her tears which refused to stop falling. Why Emil of all people? Why was he not at his own home why was he here with he? In the middle of the night no less. (f/n) was not only fearful but also very confused, what did he want? “You called?” Emil let out softly, moving his other hand against the crown of her head, it was soft, he pulled his fingers down her hair, it was silky, he pulled his hand across the side of her face, slowly, until finally letting it drop back down to his side. He for one was very happy, all this planning, the dolls, the experiments and rituals he’d had with all those other test subjects, it was finally coming together just as he predicted.

“Whatph do youf wantk?” She cried out, tears streaming from her cloudy eyes, the tears fell through his fingers which were across her plump pink lips. He chuckled at this, as if this was the most obvious reason for him to be in her room, it was so damn obvious but of course, his (f/n) was just as stupid as the rest of those...those sheep.

But he loved her nonetheless, he’d just have to teach her how to think for herself even if…. he had to kill her in the process.

“You see I know!” He tapped his head repeatedly to get his point across, it scared the young woman, she closed her eyes and tried to block him out but he’d pry them back open with the tips of his fingers, her mouth free. “I know that you love me! I know! Stop lying to me before I hurt someone!” His eyes were dulled, yet, the smile that began to warp on his face forced them to crease over. His voice was falling further and further down into instanty, the hysterics were also becoming more and more apparent in his speech. “Oh my dear (f/n) you’ll see soon enough.” He spoke to her like a naive child, then again in his eyes she was.

The girl didn’t know whether she should try and scream for help of stay silent, the glint in his eyes told her to stay silent although the hopes of slipping through to either him or out the door were falling into the single digits. In Emil’s perspective his chances of getting what he wanted were hitting the triple digits with each passing second, she was so beautiful the way she was situated, the way her whites, a stinging red, from the tears, the shiver that continuously fell over her, each cry and each whine. It all sounded wonderful to him. Just as expected showing his true self to her was more than enough to gain her attention, it worked so much faster than being a nice boy with her, so much faster. In a matter of hours she was his. Stuck in this position for what felt like years, grape against (e/c), lion upon its prey, domination was key. As long as she stayed silent and calm he wouldn’t have to do anything.

A knife glinted in between his fingers, he couldn’t contain himself it was just so perfect. But as if taken from a wonderful dream (f/n) suddenly screamed, she screamed to the high heavens a scream that was sure to have awoken her older sisters, sure to have gained the family next door’s attention as the momentous shot pierced the windows. Emil snapped, pulled the hidden blade upwards to her neck and impaled it, it all happened so suddenly, so quickly. From a moment of bliss to a moment of fear from both parties, he could still slightly make out her cries as blood flew from her mouth, it squirted all about the bedspread and onto his face, it was warm and sticky, even in the black of night he could still make out the crimson. So lively, so clear, drained from her neck at an alarming pace. Her screams were muffled until nothing but blood crammed out, quickly beginning to cake her skin. Emil couldn’t stop now, she ruined everything, their perfect future, their euphoric eternity.

If she couldn’t learn to love him….then he couldn’t teach her and there was one thing he hated more than anything, and that, was sheep. Humanity as a whole was burning and there was no way out. Not anymore.

Racking his brain for any sort of remorse he couldn’t find any. That in itself upset him, he didn’t think he could revert back after this, he didn’t think he could walk into his home, take a shower, put on some clean clothes, do his homework, eat dinner, laugh and chat with his friends, before going to sleep to dream of (f/n).  Not after this, not after he’d killed (f/n). But wait, he could save her, he could do it. His eyes met up with her own, she was convulsing but she was still blinking. But in a matter of moments her once vibrant (e/c) had dulled over relatively quickly leaving him with wide, faltering, eyes.

The love of his life had passed on, (f/n) had gone, his obsession had been stolen. He could feel a new Emil try and take hold of the reigns but it was too late, far too late.

She had to have been joking with him, she couldn’t have died that fast and at his hands, that was impossible. Emil looked over to the door which had been banging for a while now, he’d made sure to lock it and put a chair besides the knob to keep anyone from disturbing them. There was shouting from whom he presumed to be her father, his father-in-law. If (f/n) would just wake up then she could explain everything to him. Emil sighed, he’d have to do everything himself, as always.

Emil moved the covers back over his beloved, kissed her forehead and tried to shut her eyes for her but they kept flying back open, he supposed that he’d have to wait until rigor mortis set in. The mornings sun had begun to peak over the horizon, it was wonderful, to spend a few seconds with the one you love as a new day began. Sighing once more he climbed from the window into a tree before landing back onto the ground. He could hear the breaking of wood before a squamish scream could be heard from her bedroom. A woman and a man screaming could be heard. People began to pour out of their homes to see what the ruckus was but Emil did not turn around. He kept walking, not a sense of remorse on his face, only a giddy smile.

If he couldn’t have her, no one could.

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“I need more time.” Those demons which Emil thought he’d gotten rid of were rearing their ugly faces once again; he didn’t know how many more of these..these lucid dreams he could continue to have before actually going through with them.

These dreams were becoming more like options rather than projections and it scared him.

End of chapter 2.5