Emotionless Zax

== Origin ==
It all started with my parents. They both had anger issues and didn't like my lack of emotion or my interest in creepy topics. My appearance was like my dad's, pale skin, thin, greenish-blue eyes, and black hair, but I was nothing like him. He made me feel worthless, always telling me I was a "mistake" and that "there's something wrong with me". My mum was an abusive alcoholic. I always tried to keep my younger sister, Kira away from her. 
One night I got so tired of their abuse that I ran away with Kira to our older friends. 
It was a late night. I was in my shared room with Kira. I had new, clean bandages on my arms that I quickly put on myself as blood sank through them. I was packing mine and Kira's clothes into a backpack. Kira sat on my bed crying as our parents were still fighting in the living room. 
"Kira, everything will be okay..." I quietly said as I was done packing our things. I walked up to her to hug her.
"Y-you think?" I heard her say in a hurt and scared tone, as she hugged me back. I nodded at her question and pulled away from the hug slightly.
"Now come on, we need to get going. I already texted Nove to ask if it's fine if we stay. There's waiting for us."
"O-okey," Kira answered. 
I grabbed my black and grey hoody from my closet. It was a bit ripped at the bottom from the last time my dad was drunk and ended up ripping the pace off. I quickly put it over my head and put on my backpack. Kira had already gotten off of my bed and stood near the window. She had a pink hoody on that matched her dress. 
When I opened the window, I could have sworn I saw something for a split second, but I ignored it. "Are you ready to go?" I asked quietly, looking at Kira.
"Yeah..." Kira said as she wiped her tears. 
That was the last time we saw our parents; they didn't even care to contact us after that incident. My friends were Nova, Z, and Nathaniel. They were some nice, alternative teens and I wanted to be just like them.
A few weeks have passed since Kira and I started living with them. They treated us as if we were raised by them, always teaching us new things.
It was a quiet Friday evening. I was drawing at my desk in the little living room corner. I saw Nova and Z chatting. Nathaniel was putting his shoes on as he spoke with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Hey Zac, me and the girls are going out tonight. We'll be out for a bit and might come home late, so you and Kira better be sleeping when we return or else."
He joked, with a grin on his face. I looked up from my drawing at him and nodded. Z unlocked the front door and walked out as Nathaniel followed.
"Be good, Kid, alright?" Nova said in her raspy voice.-
"I'm not a kid... And I'll be fine." I said, quickly. 
"You're 12, and I'm 18; you're a kid to me," Nova said, leaning against the door.
"Yeah, yeah..." I muttered under my breath.
I saw the corner of her mouth form into a little smile. She walked out of the house and locked the door behind her. I continued to draw, until a shiver ran down my spine, and my nose started to bleed. I was confused about why that happened, but I just got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. On the way back I grabbed my hoody and put it over my head. When I got back, I noticed that some blood dripped onto my drawing, and there was a weird symbol on it… I looked around to see if Kira did that, but she wasn't there… I grabbed the drawing and crumbled it up, throwing it away into the trash can. I reached out to grab a new piece of paper but there weren't any more on the desk. I remembered there was some paper in the cabinet under the TV. I went over there, crouched down next to it and opened it. I saw a piece of paper and pulled it out from under some other random papers, but when I did, an agreement paper flew out. I wanted to ignore it, but then I noticed my name on it, so I read a few lines... It wrote something like, "My husband and I have been paying you to get these kids off our minds, but now we have a new offer. We are tired of these kids and want you to take them in. (...) We are willing to pay you to take them in. (...)" I felt so confused and betrayed. A strange feeling of nausea hit me and I passed out.
I felt tired and sick to my stomach. Trees surrounded me. A tall creature was there. Everything was spinning and fog appeared. My nose started bleeding. I tried to get away from the creature, but I couldn't. I was stuck there until I woke up...
When I did, I was taking deep breaths. I felt so odd and confused. I was still in the living room, but I was standing with the agreement papers in my hand. Suddenly, I heard the door open and immediately looked over at it...
"Hey, I came back, I think I forgot my phone. Nove and Nathaniel are just waiting for me-" Z stopped talking as she noticed me holding the agreement papers... "What the fuck are you doing?" Z said, staring at me. As she said that I felt anger, yet a chill ran down my spine.
"I-..." I couldn't get a word out, I was still nauseous and confused. Z came closer to me, trying to get the paper out of my hand. 
"Give those back! You weren't supposed to see them, brat!" She yelled. Something instead told me not to give them to her, so I ran away from her.
"N-no!" I yelled back as an idea popped into my mind... I would never normally do such a thing but something came over me... I ran into the kitchen, Z running behind me.
"Zackary! Give me those papers back! You will regret it!" She yelled. I grabbed a lighter near the cigarette tray and a small knife from the drawer. Z ran behind me and tackled me to the ground. She was able to get the knife out of my hand, I tried to push her away from me but she slit the side of my mouth and cheek. I was able to get away from her and run out of the house. I ran behind the house, I was alone for a couple of seconds. A strange yet powerful sensation came through my veins... I looked down at the lighter and lit the agreement papers. I heard Z running up behind me as she yelled.
"What are you doing?!" 
Her yelling shocked me and I accidentally dropped the papers that were on fire. The wind brought the papers against the house, catching it on fire. I took some steps back...
"I-" I didn't know what to say or do. Then I heard a terrified, high-pitched voice yell out.
"Zacky!" It was my sister; I saw her through one of the windows in the house that was in growing flames, and my eyes widened from shock.
"See what you did, brat?!" Z yelled as she pushed me.
"Now the house is on fire and you killed your pathetic sister!" She yelled, staring down at me. Her words made something inside me snap... „Do it" I heard a glitchy voice in my head say...
I launched at her, pulling the knife out of her hand. I attacked her, pushing the knife through her abdomen and pulling the knife out. 
"AHHH! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! Y-YOU FUCKING, MONSTER!" Z yelled as she collapsed on her knees. She grabbed her wound as blood gushed out. I took some steps back. 
"You deserve that..."  I groaned.
"You're crazy! I didn't do anything! You're the one who burned down the house with your sister in it!" Z yelled back, through tears of pain. I looked at the burning house and then back at Z. My senses come back to me, realising what I have done... I didn't know what to do anymore. I just ran, ran as far away from this mess as I could... Eventually, I calmed down; I reached my hand into my pocket and put on a black face mask I had, using it to cover the bleeding scar on my face. I stepped into the dark, deep depths of the forest, getting away from everyone. One of the people I called a "friend" and my sister were now dead. I felt horrible guilt for losing Kire; she was the only person who actually cared about me, and she died in the fire that I started. My mind felt so weird and different. I could feel my nose starting to bleed again, but I didn't care anymore. I walked for some time, feeling like I was being watched. As I walked with my head down and hands in my pockets, something appeared... I looked up to see a familiar creature… standing right in front of me… 
== Information ==
Full Name Zackary Ali
Alias Emotionless Zax, Zax, Zac, Emotionless
Relatives Kira (Sister, Deceased), Sasha (Mother), Thomas (Father)
Occupation Serial killer
Skills Stealth, Athleticism, Balance, Speed, Flexibility, Good hearing from far away, High Pain Tolerance
Status Alive
Species Human
Gender Male
Hobby Murdering people who get in his way, Painting things he's seen
Goals Unknown
Type Of Pasta Serial killer
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Characters
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:SUPR SKAREY IMAG
Category:English Class Failure