His hands felt sticky, adrenaline rushing through his body, the young boy looked down at the

limp, wet body below him. Bystanders screamed, some fainted, some only covered their mouth
with their hands, gagging at the sight.
Meanwhile Keoko, well, he just looked at his hands with curiosity, confusion even. He didnt
really care what was happening around him. But as the dark haired boy heard sirens, his 11
year old legs carried him through the streets, and got him out of the town just in time to escape
the law.

He had forgotten what had happened earlier on

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No!!! Keoko yelled as he leapt onto the teen in front of him. He had had enough of his taunts,
his smirks, and the ways he would mock him. Keoko got off of the man and ran into the kitchen,
his mother screamed and ran after her son. Meanwhile Keoko was fishing through the drawers,
finally finding the carving knife, he heard his mother coming around the corner, so he carefully
positioned himself behind the door.
As Sasha, his chestnut haired mother ran into the kitchen to calm her son down, she was
stabbed in the chest by the knife, Keoko, fueled by rage, drove his hand further in, making her
mouth open in a silent scream of terror. Sashas eyes opened wide, then she fell lifelessly
forward onto Keokos shoulder.

Keoko licked experimentally at the blood, plastering his hands, finding that it was tasty, he
wanted to see what the other boys blood tasted like.
He slowly walked out of the kitchen, and back out to the drunken party scene in the Living room.
The teen that was pounced on earlier stood frozen with shock, at his brother who was holding
the knife, scarlet blood already drying, staining his clothes and the white carpet.
Ive had enough of you, just like Sasha, youre gonna deteriorate.. Keoko took a running leap
and pinned his brother to the ground with his knife, through the head.

Toms eyes rolled back into his head, and as the other guests screamed and ran, Keoko just sat
there, still holding the knife that was still in his brothers head.

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Keoko panted, resting under a tree, continuing to hold the knife from earlier.
He licked his lips, wanting for an unknown taste to touch them again.

He had no idea what had happened earlier, but, whatever it was,

It was bad.

And he couldnt go back.

No matter how hard he would try.

He couldnt.
Go.
Back.

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