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VERY strong language, violence and mild sexual references.
Lol before I start this isn't really fanfiction, it is actually just your basic horror/thriller story... that doesn't involve monsters xD Anyhoo, I started it on another site, so I'm already 3 chapters in, so I'll post them all. This story also has a message to parents, to stop children watching movies way above their age, like, as featured in the book, Physco, or any other movies that have things in it that children will copy. Still, enjoy ^_^
Chapter One
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Daniel staggered drunkly down the moonlit street, with only the occasional passing car or teen for company. His red, checkered shirt was unbuttoned and torn, revealing his cold white skin, and ribs that threatened to tear out of his skinny body any minute. His dyed black hair was barely visible in the darkness, giving of the impression he was bald, which he hated. Bald people pissed him off. How the **** did you get on with your life without hair? Mental. The idiots where so damn jolly, it made him want to vomit all over them, and laugh in their polished faces. What was worse, was when they were bald and had facial hair! What the hell?! He would more than happily tear at the hair that occupied the lower half of their face till they bled, if they dared come within a range of 10 meters of him! And-
His thoughts where shattered as something in the bushes moved behind him, sweat already cascading quickly down his forehead. He swiveled round, fear overwhelming his body. He expected to come eye to eye with the killer of Physco (a movie he had watched just a few minutes ago at his mate's house. It had scared the balls off him, which was strange, as Daniel was not easily scared, no, not at all). But instead of his deep, blue eyes meeting a with a man who attacked women whilst in the shower's, he just found himself looking wide eyed at a bush, sweat dribbling into his dark eye lashes and into his pupils, stinging them. He winced, and rubbed his face, only making it worse. ''****.'' He turned, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jeans, not looking back as he continued his journey home, shoving the lingering thoughts of what had made the noise to the back of his head, as he began to whistle half heartedly to himself.
2
When he got in, Daniel was as cold as Santa wearing a vest in his garden. He hated winter, like all other seasons. Why couldn't it ever just be a bit of everything? Honestly, it was one of the other stupid things that always bugged him. He reached up searching for the light switch, found it, flicked it up, and the room was suddenly devoured by a strong light, which caused Daniel to cover his eyes whilst he waited for his body to adjust. When it did, he scanned the room, noticing 3 stockings pinned up on his family's old, Wickes fireplace, which was slowly wearing away. The fire was out, and there had not been one for several years. He, along with the rest of his family, had just left the old thing to die, only slightly decorating it with pictures of him and his brother George, each one with Daniel scowling in it, or looking away. Why his mother liked these pictures, he would never know. He shook his head, glanced at the brand new christmas tree, decorated to the top with chocolates and glittering, multi colored baubles. Shuddering in the cold, he turned, and made his way upstairs, being careful not to wake anyone, or his mum would have a fit, the annoying pregnant dog.
Gripping the banister tightly as if it were something dear to him he could not lose, Daniel walked towards his room, which was conveniently right at the beginning of the single corridor on the upper level of his house, the door wide open in front of him. He could hear his mother in the bathroom, most likely asleep on the toilet again, or taking a shower before she finally got into her bed...
...and it looked like it was the latter.
Daniel's mother Sheila stepped out of the bathroom door, a large, white towel wrapped around her body. Her dark brown hair was dripping with water, and had become entangled in her slinky-like earrings (which Daniel had tried encourage her to take out before showering on numerous occasions) and her blue eyes were widened in shock at the side of Daniel, in his hanging open shirt and having his hair madly ruffled. Sheila's hands moved from her sides, to her hips. ''And where the HELL have you been?'' she shouted through gritted teeth, so as not to wake 8 year old George, who lay in bed a few rooms away. ''You said you'd be back by ten but it's bloody quarter to twelve! And look at you! I could drag in a hobo and sit him right next to you, and I wouldn't be able to tell the difference!''
''Sorry mum.'' muttered Daniel, in his usual expressionless tone. ''I'll go get ready for bed.''
''Damn right you will!'' snapped Sheila, and clasped her hands over her mouth as she heard George stir.
''Mummy?'' came a timid, sleepy voice.
''Right,'' Sheila ordered. ''Go in there, brush your teeth and get into bed whilst I deal with your brother! Okay?''
''Sure Mum.''
''That's a good boy.''
Daniel nodded as his mum rushed down the corridor and into George's room. He entered the bathroom and looked around. The whole room stunk of perfume and various other toiletries. He sighed a sigh of boredom and tiredness, and reached for his tooth brush.
A few minutes later, he was lying awake in bed, as his mother came in, and shut the door behind her. ''Sorry for snapping back there.'' she said sorrily, and Daniel could tell she meant it by the apologetic look on her face. ''It's just so awkward with your Dad not being around anymore.'' Her face brightened up a little, but her voice was teary. ''Things will get better, Danny boy, I promise.'' She smiled sweetly, and Daniel could tell she was crying. He gave her one of his 'It's okay' grins, and let her kiss him on the cheek, as he rolled over and closed his eyes. It was always the same routine with her. Nobody, not even Daniel himself, could guess what would happen tomorrow, however. Nobody, at all.
Chapter 2
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The phone's screechy ring blasted throughout the house, awaking Daniel immediately. He could hear his mother rushing down the stairs towards the phone. Daniel smirked. The sound was coming from his mobile phone. It sounded just like the home phone because he had set his ring tone to the same sound the home phone made, as to annoy his mother. He reached out to his bedside table with his cold left hand. He grabbed hold of his Samsung mobile, and pressed the answer button. ''Hello?'' His simple greeting was answered by a quick, excited, high pitched voice.
''YoyoyodannydandanthatyouifitisIgotgoooowadnewsdudetheymadearemakeoff**kinphysco dude,'' The voice paused for breath. ''Andandandthey'reshowingitinjustanhouronscifichanneldunnowhybutwhocarescomeonrightoverseeya!''
''Okay Gordon...bye...'' Daniel ended the call and put the mobile back on the bedside table. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and jumped up. He was in his white, checkered boxers, and his dark hair was in an extreme mess (Which was going to be hard to comb, he thought). Walking over to his cupboard, he dressed in his usual attire of a checkered shirt and denim jeans.
Thirty minutes later, he rushed down stairs, his hair combed into curls and cleaned. He walked straight past the dining room, were Sheila and George where eating breakfast. His mother turned to face him, an angry and confused look on her face. ''Where are you off too?'' Daniel shrugged. ''Gordon's. I suppose I'll see you later, then.'' His mother sighed. ''All right, but don't get back late again please.'' She got up, gave him a peck-kiss on the cheek, and let him go. ''Bye hun.'' Daniel gave a quick nod, turned, and walked out the door. Sheila turned back to George, placed her hands on her hips, and sighed. ''Your brother...''
Daniel racked his knuckles against Gordon's door. It was quickly answered by a short, ginger haired boy with many, many black heads. He looked like he was high on drugs. His eyes seemed to swirl uncontrollably, and it looked even weirder than it normally would as his eyes where the brightest shade of green Daniel had ever seen. Gordon wore an old, tattered basketball shirt, and light brown shorts, revealing his hairy, disgusting legs. ''Heyaheywhatupdannyo?''
''Nothing, much. Have I missed anything?''
''NahnahtisstillrobomaniacsphyscodunstartforanothertenminutesI'dsay thatcoolwithya?''
''Yes, that's cool.''
Daniel stepped into the house, becoming overwhelmed by the smell of mothballs. This building was truly disgusting. He followed Gordon into the living room, and sat down on a cockroach infested sofa. A dead daddy-long-legs hung beside him, along with a selection of flies stuck in a spider's web not to far away. He enjoyed watching them eaten. Turning back to the TV, he caught a can of Diet Coke (he hated normal) in his hands and flicked it open. He could hear Gordon mumbling and swearing under his breath as he had a hard time opening his can, due to his long fingernails. Ten minutes later, Physco, the remake, begun.
2
Daniel staggered home, his eyes square and shining. He had stayed at Gordon's late again, even later than last night. It was quarter past two in the morning. His mum would be in bed, that was for sure, but she'd have a fit in the morning... or not. A devilish smirk appeared on his worn out, TV obsessed face. He opened his front door with the spare set of keys his mum always kept under the welcome mat, and fell into the room. He had tried beer, tonight, and he hadn't liked it, despite the fact he had three cans before collapsing on Gordon's floor and falling asleep. He felt dizzy, and suddenly he vomited on the floor, and slipped in it, sending him flying into a wall. ''Eh, screw you **** sick.'' He gave 'the finger' to his own pile of yellowish green sick, and wobbled into the kitchen. Physco, had inspired him. He had always love killing and violence, so why didn't he do it himself?
He snatched up his cousin's swisami knife that had been left at his house last week, and tightened his grip on it's beautiful red hilt. It shone in the moonlight that came in through the windows. Daniel liked it. Slowly but surely, he made his way back into the living room, upstairs, and into his mother's room. His grip tightened even more, and a small stream of blood trickled from the finger closest to the blade. He winced a little, then shook away the pain. He staggered to the side, managing to support himself on his mother's cupboard, careful not to make a noise. He raised the knife slightly, and walked slowly up to his mother's bed. He brought the knife down, and blood sprayed like a popped water balloon, throughout the air. It wasn't to long, before the police arrived.
Chapter 3
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Daniel stared down at the blade in the front his mother's neck, the hilt protruding from it, blood spilling quickly out of the large wound and onto the mattress, where it formed in a red puddle and soaked into the cotton. The blood shone in his eyes, which reflected the moonlight onto his mother's pale face, her last scream still etched upon it. He grinned, revealing a set of teeth, the teeth of a person who smoked, which Daniel did, secretly at his other friend's house, Matt's. Grabbing the hilt of the knife, he wrenched it out, and looked out of the open window in shock as he heard the switch of a light, and the squeal of shock from a neighbor. His eyes widened and he quickly hid the knife in his pocket, then fled.
Upon opening the door, Daniel's ears where filled with the sounds of distant police sirens. If he had had time to look around the street, it would be no different than a carnival, adults gathering outside their houses looking groggy and tired, children looking around excitedly, unaware of what was truly happening, and lights. So many lights, pouring out of windows and onto the road. With his right hand pressed against his murderous eyes, he began a steady jog down the road, speeding up when the police sirens became louder, and the sound of screeching tires ran through the street.
''****!'' Daniel exclaimed, as at least 10 police officers exited the cars, looking around frantically, torches shining through the area. He could here George's voice now, screaming and shouting from his mother's room. 2 of the police officers quickly barged into the house (Daniel stupidly hadn't closed the door, though they would of got in anyway) and ran up the stairs towards the young boy, who seemed to have drained himself of screams and tears, and instead just had a horrified and distraught look on his face, which was growing pink.
Suddenly, there was a large bang, and Daniel stopped in his tracks. Everything became blurry, and seemed to move in slow motion. Pain seared throughout his body, but became more distant, as he fell to the ground, and gradually, his eyes closed. Blood spilled from his left shoulder, and trickled out onto the floor. With his last bit of strength, Daniel craned his neck to the side, to see the police officers surrounding him. He also saw the knife slightly pointing out of his pocket, and one of the officers with his binoculars out. Then, everything went black, and he drifted away...
2
His mother's shriek of terror and pain woke George instantly. His eyes zoomed open and he turned his head at amazing speed to his door [always kept open because he needed the landing light to sleep] and screamed faintly as he saw his older brother standing over his mother's dead body, a knife protruding out of her neck. Believing his eyes to be deceiving him, George quickly swung his legs out of bed and stood up. Blinking several times, he realized what he was seeing was not a cruel trick his mind was playing on him.
It was real.
Suddenly, he could feel hot tears flowing from his eyes and over his cheeks, then flying off his cheeks. ''Mummy?'' he whispered weakly in shock, and then he collapsed on the ground, screaming his head off and yelling the same words repeatedly: ''MUMMYMUMMYMUMMYMUMMYMUMMYMUMMYMUMMYMUMMYMUMMY!''
-don't be dead o jesus please don't be dead o mummy wake up no no noo don't be dead don't be don't be don't be- Eventually, he was drained of his tears, and he managed to get to his feet, staggering slowly to his mother's room. He couldn't speak either. Glancing round, he saw his brother was gone, and he went over to the window, and mustered a few last shrieks before falling to his knees.
Immediately, 2 police officers appeared at the doorway, a concerned and horrified look upon their strong, experienced faces. ''Help the kid, I'll call the paramedic.'' said one of them sternly, and the other obeyed, grabbing George and running out of the room with him. Midway down the stairs, he bumped into a woman, in her 40s, wearing purple rimmed glasses and large golden earrings. She had a stern look on her face, and long strands of ginger hair fell over her eyes, as she snatched George away from the police officer.
''Let me take care of him, I'm his next door neighbor. You go find the one who killed Sheila.'' she said, in a young, friendly voice. Baffled, the officer nodded and quickly fled from the house to the front garden. Withdrawing his binoculars, he did a quick scan of the area, and spotted a bloody knife, hanging slightly out of a boy's pocket, who was fleeing the scene quickly. ''OVER THERE! HE HAS A KNIFE! GO CHECK HIM!'' What happened next, he didn't intend on. There was gunfire, and the boy dropped to the ground, passing out almost instantly. ''What the flying f**k was that for?!'' he yelled at the man holding a gun. ''He might not be the bloody murderer!''
The officer with the weapon quickly ran to the boy's body, along with the rest of the police squad. The officer with the binoculars quickly followed, and gathered around the boy with everyone else. He tested Daniel's pulse. ''He's alive, but not in the slightest bit healthy. f**k, why did you do that Stan?'' The officer who had shot Daniel looked away guiltily. Sighing, he man quickly picked up the boy. Perfect timing, he thought, as the paramedic van soared down the moonlight street and parked quickly on the side of the pavement.
3
It wasn't long before Daniel regained his consciousness again.
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