The Loved Ones

I remember now...how Rusty was born and his death..
It was a while back when four kids decided to explore my territory. I live in an abandoned hospital basement, it's quiet and soothing, despite the stench of death now and then. Hearing the idiot's footsteps I quickly got up and forced my claws out. Snickering, I took off into the shadows. "Hear that?! I think it's Ginger..." One whispered to another. I grinned larger, jaws and teeth showing, tilting my head. There was a small 10 year old boy that looked exactly like my dead brother, Teddy. Now I usually don't take any exceptions toward killing someone, but this time, maybe it will slide. But the other three kids, nah. First the two girls then the boy. Hopping onto the roof part of the ceiling, I took out one of my spades and tied it to a wire. Closer...closer...yes! Letting go of the spades, a warm feeling inside burst out as I heard the death of the girls and the screaming of the boys. Then jumping down I smirked and stared at the corpses of the girls. Spades through their chest and eyes rolled back into their pathetic heads, along with blood seeping from their sweaters and tops. Quickly looking up I tilted my head very slowly to the right and fixed my sneer on the older boy. "...Hello..." I laughed as he yelped as loud as a girl's scream and ran. "No, no don't run. I won't hurt you..." Meeting him at the far corner of the exit, I grabbed a pipe and slammed it into his face. He fell backwards, with the pipe lodged deeply into his bloody mouth. I knelt down and clawed at his head. I softly chuckled as the boy slowly died..."Shh....it's okay...sleep tight..don't fight..." Then the fun ended. "Now...who the fuck are you?" The smaller red head trembled and..squeezed me. Oh HELL no...."WHAT THE FU--" He squeezed tighter. "Don't hurt me miss Ginger!" My Zalgo only one thing irritates me more than a victim escaping, it's fucking affection. "C'mon kid, let go, dammit you hairless rat..." I pushed him off. "I-I'm Rusty..." Yay. Whatever a boy.
Three years went by and Rusty caught on with my killing spree and insanity. I taught him well, I must say. Rusty would lure the victim into hugging him as he "cries" and at the last minute he'll stab a knife into their stomach as I come in and finish off the fuckers life. Sunset likes him too, she just acts like a normal possessed cat. But then, everything changed. I couldn't quite remember how I would kill my favorite people, loved ones. Like Ginny. It was late at night and I couldn't find Rusty. I woke up covered in blood, but thinking it was just a murder I hid and I brushed it off. Maybe he's at school. I put on the fake human makeup and I'm off. There was a car accident and a kid in the middle of the two brutally messed up cars. He looked like Rusty. The teacher wouldn't let me pass. I began to get worried. Sunset sighed. "Uh.....you do know who killed him right?" "WHAT?! NEVER!" I screamed at the cat. She sighed and took one of the cameras off from the walls and showed me that cruel tape..it was in the middle of the night....and Rusty was sleeping...I was there, with a gun....and....I..shot him...
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
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