AN: Yeah, I know it's been FOREVER since I updated, but I'm motivated again, so yeah.

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Freddy glanced at himself in the mirror shard. Blood streaked his face and hands. His striped sweater also had a dark maroon stain on it. The young boy turned on the faucet and washed the blood off of his hands. Never before has he felt... alive.

"She deserved it," He told himself. "It's what she was doing to me on the inside."

He looked over his shoulder to view the corpse. Her head was no longer on her long slim neck, her once blond hair was stained red and tied in a knot around the severed neckline where Freddy cut. The rest of her body looked like it got into a fight with a cougar. Four verticle lines equally spread apart separated the body, none of the slabs were in the right spot. He smiled to himself as he looked at it, and frowned as he watched the bitch's blood flow down toward the drain.

His body was shaking when he thought of his father. When he sees this, what will happen? He will not be happy.

It was nearly night when his father so much as stirred.

"FREDDY!" He called. "You goooodaammmned son of biiitch. Bring me a beeer."

'That's just what you need, fucker." Freddy thought as he went to the fridge and retrieved a blue can from it.

We walked cautiously toward his father, trying to not look up the stairs at the 'mess' he made.

"It's 'bout goddamned time yoou got here, b-boy." His father said reaching for the beer.

"Dad," Freddy started. "What the hell stinks up stairs."

His father looked at him. "Probably more shit like you rotting around." He took a sip of the drink, and collapsed back into his chair.

Freddy frowned. His father doesnt' even remeber killing his own slut? Why would you ever forget a thrill like that? Freddy wondered to himself. He almost started to feel tired. Looking at the clock he saw it was about 10:30. He knew he had school the next day. It would be hard enough to sleep as it is. Slowly he made his way down the stairs and into his room.

His alarm was his father screaming.

Freddy awoke with a jump. He ran up the stairs and into the room where his father had previously passed out.

"Holy fuck! Jesus son of God! Holy fuck!"

Freddy looked up the stairs and saw his father leering down at the slaughtered woman. Hearing his step son's footsteps, the angry man turned around.

"What the hell did you do?" He yelled. "What in the name of fuck did you do?"

Freddy looked at his father.

"What did I do?" He asked feigning innocent.

"You know damn well what you did, boy!" His father yelled walking toward his son.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Freddy said backing away, and looking towards the body. "You drunk! You killed your hooker!"

Freddy's father grabbed hold of his throat and slammed the kid against the wall.

"She wasn't a hooker!" He yelled. "And I didn't kill her! All I did was slam her head against a mirror!"

'Yeah dad, that's not going to kill anyone or anything,' Freddy thought to himself.

"What the hell are we going to do, you peice of dog shit!" His father yelled.

"Don't look at me," Freddy replied. "I didn't do it."

His father set his son down. "Go to school."

Freddy didn't have a problem with that command. He looked at his father, and ran out the door.