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Bloody hell part 3 (Horror Story)

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“I heard, the new boy became the next victim!”

“What sacrifice?”

“Murder ZZ, who else?”

“Seriously? Hah, even though I have a crush on the boy.”

I smiled at them when I heard their words. Any crush on Fudo? I suggest you not have a crush on Fudo. Fudo is a bitch.

Besides, he's calm.

I closed my locker before someone saw what I was writing on the wall of my locker.

I'M A PSYCHOPATH, ALDEMAR FRANK REZZ

“Aisley, drop bag yes. I want to go to the bathroom,” Alde said as he handed his bag to his girlfriend. Aisley received it while grumbling a little, making Alde unable to bear to not shuffle his hair.

“Cih, this bag is very heavy. What's that about?” aisley asked herself. He sat under a tree while inspecting Alde's bag.

Hm, just ordinary textbooks. But this bag is really heavy ..

Cringt

Aisley saw what had fallen from Alde's bag. His eyes wide.

A ... knife?

Aisley. Why did Alde bring a knife to school? Does he have any cooking excules?

Ah, naw. Alde always went straight home because he did not like the exculpation. He said it was better to study at home. There's a point, but it's the same as antisocializing herself.

Maybe this is the order of his neighbors, considering Alde is just a stick of kara in the world.

Aisley put the knife back into place. Just as he was about to return the knife, he found a book that caught his attention.

The book is called Diary of Psycopath. Aisley.

Has Alde had psyco?

Girls are too curious. So, he stuffed Alde's book into his pink bag, then closed Alde's bag. He put Alde's bag next to his bag, propped up with his chin while waiting for Alde to return.

“Hey, long huh? Sorry yes,” Alde said as he sat next to Aisley. Aisley smiled slightly. Maybe he's still in shock after finding the knife in Alde's bag. Aisley stared at Alde for a moment, but she quickly noticed his lover's gaze. Alde developed his ignorant grin.

“Why look at me all the way? Did you just admire your handsome girlfriend?”

Aisley laughed as she patted his shoulder. “Hahaha, you are this. Yes, you are indeed my most handsome boyfriend,” Aisley said as she hugged him from the side.

Alde hugged Aisley back, put his head on top of Aisley's head.

“Never leave me, Aisley. Promise.”

I don't know why the man would say such a sentence. It sounds weird. But Aisley nodded.

“Yes, Alde. I'll never leave you.”

Alde smiled. Then he pulled away from their embrace ..

To kiss Aisley.

Aisley was busy at her study table.

But he was not busy studying. He was busy reading Alde's diary.

This book is a diary of Alde. The Diary of Pscyopath. The contents of the diary were unexpected. Aisley herself to the point of goosebumps in fear.

In the diary, it is told how Alde initially committed the murder, the reason why Alde committed the murder, and the victims.

Strangely enough, in the lower left corner of the page is always written a different name.

Frank and Aldemar.

Aisley recalled the long name of her lover.

Aldemar Frank Rezz's.

Aisley shut her mouth, in disbelief. Yaampun, Alde whom he knew as a good man, turns out ..

A killer.

The last diary Alde wrote :

the 1st of March 2003

Finally, I killed Fudo

I hate him. He was very chatty, bothering me, making me have my ears hot because of his questions, and there are still many other annoying behaviors.

I always kill everyone I hate.

And I ended up killing Fudo, the new guy I immediately hated.

Hah, being an assassin as well as an outstanding student who had a lover at the same time was a bit difficult, but I did it.

What the hell, ZZ can't do?

- Frank

Aisley held back her stuffing. He closed the diary, bent his knees over the chair, then hugged his own knees. He was crying there.

Ahh .. Aldemar .. his lover turned out ..

A cold-blooded killer.

Alde had just closed his locker when a hand touched his shoulder.

He recognized this touch. The gentle touch she always liked. He turned around, finding Aisley in front of him.

But today, the girl did not smile when she saw him.

“Hai, tumben once you come in the morning. What's up?”

Aisley bit her lower lip. His hands were slightly trembling and sweating coldly. He was afraid of the figure in front of him. Who knew that man would kill him?

Alde realized something was wrong. He held onto both of Aisley's shoulders, and the girl trembled.

“What's Aisley? Are you sick?”

Aisley. He's really scared. But he had to fight his fear. Alde's not gonna kill him, is he?

“A-I have to talk to you. And I need a quiet place.”

He could finally control himself again. Alde looked at her a little curious. He pulled Aisley's hand towards the park. While Aisley, she was slightly goosebumps as Alde's cold hand pulled her.

That hand has taken hundreds of lives.

Fortunately, the park is quiet. Alde immediately sat Aisley on a park bench. Alde furrowed his brows. There's something suspicious about Aisley's attitude this morning. But he tried to hold back his curiosity and let Aisley speak.

“A-I want to apologize to you, before.”

Aisley took out a red, black-striped book from inside her bag.

The Diary of Psycopath.

Alde held his breath. Where did Aisley get the book? He never took the book to school, did he?

“I found your diary in your bag, when you left your bag to me. I'm sorry I opened your bag. I was curious because your bag was so heavy. Also, I found a knife in your bag. At first I thought it was just your neighbor's care or something. But after reading your diary .. I realized it does not belong to your neighbor, but yours.”

Alde took the book. He opened the last page. And he cursed himself.

Stupidly. He had written a sentence that would of course be understood by a child as smart as Aisley.

What the hell can't ZZ do?

“Do you have two personalities? Because if I did, I'd try to love your dark side too. But if not .if you were born as the most feared psychopath and cold-blooded killer in Singapore .”

Aisley couldn't hold back her tears.

“Then we get here.”

Without waiting for an answer from Alde, Aisley ran away from Alde. Leaving behind a man whose identity has been exposed by his own lover.

Alde stared at the nanar diary that Aisley had read.

Aisley already knew who she was.

Aisley already knows who ZZ is.

Aisley was no longer with him.

Aisley.

She's alone.

Alde squeezed the diary until it was a little muddled. He put the diary in his bag, then he stood up from the park bench. His murderous gaze spread to anyone who passed him.

He wanted to do something that would please him. He wanted to forget the fact that he was truly a kara now. He wants to have fun.

And Alde's only way to have fun is to play around with someone's blood ..

Aghh!! Why would that damn diary get carried away in my bag?!

Oh yeah, you want to know where that initial ZZ came from?

Its simple. From the word Rezz, I took two letters behind him.

It's still day. I purposely ditched that day. I'm waiting for someone. Yeah, someone. You could say he's half my life.

I told you I can't live without it, right?

Yeah, 'cause he's the one who's keeping me sane and not taking out my psychopath anymore.

But now he's left me. Automatic I lost ‘drug in my right mind’. I lost her. I made him leave me ..

No. gabe. If he doesn't open my bag, he'll never find my diary. If he's not curious, then he won't leave me.

Argh, this is all her fault!

Yep! Blame him if I become brutal! He had already pulled away from me, so I lost ‘drug in my right mind’ and went crazy again. Yeah, I'm crazy. Blood madness, to be exact.

Hm, you wouldn't have thought that the smell of blood was so delicious. At first I was terrified of blood, but when my mother's finger was injured and shed a lot of blood, I approached her. I touched his finger, and then I looked at the blood that was on my hand.

Sticky.

Then I tasted it.

Hm, not bad. L like it.

And since then, maybe I can be said to be addicted.

I was only 6 years old then. And I'm addicted to blood. Waw, my psychopathic soul showed up so early, huh?

And that blood-drinking habit continued until I was finally fed up with blood. I decided to just breathe it in. The smell is not too bad either. I like it too.

And about killing it ..

Hm, yeah. I started killing at the age of 11.

At that time my parents died. I don't have anybody. A relative? Kinfolks? There aren't. Mom and Dad, each single kid, they don't have any brothers. Automatically, I'm alone.

I was too young to live alone in a mansion with dozens of servants and several bodyguards. But I can be independent. At least I can prepare my own meal – even if only frying eggs – arrange mattresses, baths, cleaning books .. some other small things that small children can do.

I got some pets. Once a week, the animals disappeared. How could?

I killed them.

My servant knows my behavior. They became frightened and kept their distance from me. I'm not taking issue with it. I still have friends and guards.

God, and my shadow.

When I was 15, I fired all the servants and bodyguards. I need some quiet, you know?

I sold the house, left all my parents' belongings there. Just bring my clothes and a bunch of cash and some credit cards.

Did I miss both my parents?

The answer is: no.

Just like any other psychopath, I don't love my parents. I am grateful they died. Thankfully, I didn't kill them. They were hit by a train while crossing by car. Unfortunately, Dad's car broke down in the middle of the tracks. And .. you know for yourself.

I'm not going to tell you the chronology I met Aisley. I hated that girl for daring to leave me. Hey, he promised me he wouldn't leave me, but what? Now he's leaving me. He decided. He's scared of me.

Ah, if I had said from the beginning, what would have happened, huh? Will he stay by my side, or ..

Or stay away early?

I don't know.

Clearly, I was waiting for his figure to come out of the gate. And when he comes out, I'll pull him up and take him ..

“Al ..”

I recognize that voice. Very well recognized him. I grinned. Although my mouth is covered in a mask, but I'm sure he can see my sneaky grin. I clutched his arm, immediately dragging him from the crowd of people.

But he's a bawel. He rebelled from my grip.

Since he was so very troublesome, I directly put him into a nearby alley.

I threw his body against the wall. I could hear her groaning. Haha, is it sick? More pain where the same hit my sharp knife, hm?

“A-Alde? What did you bring me here for? K-k-you're not gonna kill me, are you?”

I grieve. Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna kill you right away. But I'll torture you first. Only after that did I kill you. Smart think.

But I didn't speak my mind. I just smiled slanted. Seeing him cornered .. ah, I can't wait to taste what his blood tastes like. And also .. saw him die ..

“You broke your promise.”

I thought he was cringing. “What promise?”

I grieved once again. I threw it with my little knife.

Sreettt

It didn't hit her body, but it hit her cheek. I scratched his smooth cheek. Oh, why do I like to hurt my cheeks so much? Hm, I'll think about the reason someday.

“Promise that you won't leave me!”

I'm starting to be brutal. He's starting to get scared. Hah, blame yourself, Aisley! You're making me brutal! It's all your fault!!

Aisley curled up in fear below. I smiled again, kneeling before him. I rubbed his head, but he moved backwards. I chuckle. How scary ZZ is, huh?

“I'm Alde, same person. It's just that Alde is the same person as ZZ.”

Aisley grimaced as I began to clutch at her neck. I held him up until his feet could not touch the ground. I close my face, just a few inches away from her face.

“Are you really so scared of the dark figure in me? You need to know, I'm one personality.”

Aisley did not reply, but I could guess that the answer was: she was very frightened. Spotlight eyes can't deceive, remember that,

I smiled, then threw him across the alley.

I could hear the sound of some bones breaking. Hm, I like to hear it. After hearing that, my passion for killing grew even higher. I leaned against the wall of the alley across from where Aisley was sitting. He groaned while holding his back.

Oh, it hurts? Forgive your ex-lover. But your ex-lover is a psychopath you can't stand anymore, babe.

“I don't like people who break promises ..”

I took out a random knife from my bag, then threw it towards Aisley. Right about his arm.

“I don't like people who are scared when they see me ..”

I took a knife and threw it again. Now about his palm. I smiled hearing his screams.

“I hate people like that ..”

I picked up a kitchen knife, then walked over. I knelt down again in front of him, scraping the knife around his jaw. He was calm enough that the knife did not succeed in wounding him. Haha.

I stared at the reflection of my own eyes on the knife, smiled slightly, then stuck it in Aisley's arm mercilessly.

“Include YOU!”

Now I'm blind. I took all the knives I had, and threw them one by one at Aisley. The girl screamed in pain. There are about cheeks, arms, hands, thighs, legs, eyes, even – emh – chest. I just laughed enjoying Aisley's agonizing moans.

Both of his eyes were hit by my knife. I pulled out the knife and threw it in the same place many times. Fresh blood flowed in the scourge I made. I laughed, the devil laughs.

My hand turned to a large knife on his thigh. I took the knife, pulled the other knife in his stomach. Then, mercilessly, I unsheathed the knife many times into his stomach. He vomited blood, and he vomited a lot. Well, I'm interested.

I held a little of his blood in my hand, inhaling its scent.

Ahh .. always love this smell ..

I still have a knife. And now, that knife I put on Aisley's neck. He vomited blood again, this time about my clothes. Good thing I was wearing dark clothes.

I pulled one of the biggest knives out of his body. I saw Aisley was still breathing and still conscious. Without thinking any longer, I immediately threw the knife in his left chest. Right in his heart.

He died, instantly.

I'm trying to catch my breath. Gasping for breath, I looked at Aisley who was now lifeless. A small smile was engraved on my lips.

“Goodbye, Aisley. Just so you know, I still love you.”

I ducked down, to kiss those bloodied lips, and wipe them with alcohol.

After scraping my tool, taking most of his blood, I immediately carved my initials on his chest. Hah, I'm looking for another spot other than on the forehead, you know.

ZZ.

This time, next to the initials, I added the love emblem.

Maybe this will be the start of the brutal murder I'm about to commit.

Haha, then, Aisley becomes the opening.

I added a small inscription under the initials ZZ.

THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

Story by: Syifa Fauzia

Finishes.

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