Take path of blood

“At last you came, before inviting you inside I love to give you a picture about it…fine"

"As we discussed in phone I killed my entire family (my dad, my mom, sister). Why are you seeing me with stilled eyes this is not a big deal, just four, cop”.

“Your frozen eyes asking me a question --- Motive????”

“Long time ago maybe 10 days ago my dad gets me literally throws a diary to me because I was always spending time alone; thinking, speaking to myself”

“You may interpret with a quick question

Why are you telling me this diary thing because you cop always trained to ask silly questions right? Hahahaaa”.

“My answer to your question is --- to narrate you linearly”

“First, I don't want anything to write on that because writing a diary is a kiddo's stuff, but while Starring at a rotating fan that rotating fan said to me with a humming sound

“Write on that diary”

It was like a sneezing moment but inspiring, thought-provoking but what to write

Can I write about life --- I don't have any theories about life but I have only one “in your life you always get unwanted things first, then you start to live with those, alter those to your comfort but you will leave, forget those wanted things behind, eventually in your later period you bury it with yellow blossomed flower on the top --- so then I get an idea

Can I write about my life because it will be easier to connect right? Yeah great.

“Fore mostly I wrote about my family how crazy they are, their extreme unwanted care for me. You know what --- cop I filled only 2 1/2 pages; I am out of content. My readers are going to chase me with anger like nuns at catholic school you know what I did I poured hot water mixed with my semen and my urine on a nun who burned my best collection porn magazines when I was 10. You tell me cop whose mistake is that,

Mine or that nun

“I will vote for 50/50, are you agreeing with me cop”

“At least nod your head cop --- thanks

Subsequently, my pen starts to write all the 50/50 incidents such as watching the dead of my little brother in washing machine, collecting the fleshes of a smashed woman under a truck to check whether humans flesh is a conductor, inject my penis in the tiny hole of a bird which is been tried between the small woods logs with legs --- split up I done that to have a son with a wing so that he can fly out from this extreme cared family and say to this world that

My father is been trapped in the wackiest family

These all has been done within 15 to 17. My family found these things while pooping in the bathroom yeah!! I used to talk — out — loud to the water with is flowing from that rusted pipe his named is Manny, sometimes to the soap is named is Fred.

After writing all these incidents my diary penned only 10 pages even I gave each and every detail; nothing else left to write

Suddenly humming sound from the fan said

“write fake ones”

I frankly said “never, I'm not going to fake my readers”

It said “sometimes, faking is good, it will remove your chains which is been tried around your legs for 2 years and it will let you to an asylum as you wish”

Then I understood the power of faking then my pen were supersonic in faking, it just felt nice after seeing 30 filled pages. Yet it contains absence of reality I tore off the pages down.

Guess what fan said “sometimes you can change the fake into real”

I raised a question how?

Son, Take the path of blood this is the answer given by that fan

Again I raised the same question how?

Son, manipulate and execute, follow my words

Then I did what that fan told me first I took the ripped papers from the ground to choose one...

I killed my entire family this is the first paper I took

You can say that unfortunate, unfair, unfavorable, unlucky or any other UN — word.

Cop your fidgeting shivering hands asking me other silly question *are you mad?*

Yeah!! From 18 to 21 I was in an asylum. Many suicide attempts, many deepest silence but hear and there noises by my other colleagues conveyed me I'm alive. I was always wanted to go out, explore things, discover things mainly to be free from my family like a bird because they are the one who build fences in between my exploring. I remember my mom opens my private room every 60 seconds but in that asylum that is not happening. More than home I loved to be here but unfairly the asylum that I lived burnt down one day, my dad and mom took me back to home and locked me inside the room with the chain tired. Eventually I turned into a man with extreme violent behavior --- I was shouting, screaming, yelling to unchain me, to set me free or at least take me to other asylum; they didn't listen. They always see asylum a dangerous place to live

But for me it was heaven.

As I told before about the theory of life huh… That boomeranged me, I did the same, I adopted to it the reason is --- I had no alternatives.

I began with manipulating my sister when my mom and dad was absent

I said “My dear sister finally I realized my mistakes you always very nice to me now I understood your love can you please unlock this chain for your lovely brother”

Poor Girl falls into my fake words and unlocks my chain, my legs were fast I just locked her in between my unchained legs and began to strangle her neck, she cried with the pain beating my crossed legs with her flowery palms after she turned unconscious I just go to the kitchen, came out with a knife. Her blood is like Manny tip water smooth, lot, fast especially easy. I didn't count the number of stabbings in my memory that was my highest. After that I waited for my mom and dad with hand full of vital fluid; the blood. After they arrived I just hide behind the door. I closed my eyes I would hear only the footsteps per second 4. All of a sudden footsteps turns into running.they saw her now they are crying for her, my instinct tells *that is the right moment* I came out from the door. My blood filled hand hit the bone of my dad's neck he can't breathe he fell flat my mom turned shocked, screamed. She pushes me hard I felt down she fastens her legs towards the main door I grabbed & pulled her leg off I jumped on her straight away without any hesitation stabbed her head, her black well maintained long hair is now splattering out the blood.

That Fan was so proud of me to give a clear view, I arranged every one I order; it was like a ritual

Here after There is no one to rule me, fence me, care me. Following that I took a bath that was the best bath in my life; Manny was happy, Fred was happy. Manny gave an idea of drawing them. I am not Leonardo da Vinci I could only scribble stickmens with a long arrow notifying my dad, my mom, my sister but accidentally I draw a lot of blood under my dad.

Fan told me now you are faking your readers

No! No! No! I don't I said to myself instancly my knife chopped his head off the blood flowed like an opened dam even the blood pierces through my mom's body both their blood mixed up.

Unexpectedly rotating fan slowed down, the luminous light off'ed the power gone. I was befuddled, confused I can't take the next step. Every nanosecond without the guidance of that rotating fan was exact hell. Actually before this incident I can't hear the tic — tic — tic sound due to that humming sound from that fan but in this befuddled time I can't escape I fell in a trap where I was standing in complete black out; I was motionless under a spotlight.in a flash all clocks with a mouth and senses came in front of me surrounded me; faded in faded out I know that's Fucking fantasy, yet I can't escape… it's keeping on saying things.

You ruined your life

Your hell is waiting

There is no way out

The path of blood leads to path of hell

You made a many huge mistake

You are sinned

you're been cursed

Yes… I am sinned, there is no priest to give me forgiveness, so I called the station.

“I am guilty, cop”

“Arrest me, handcuff me, put me in a jail or threw me in an asylum like that fan said”

“See I am showing you the bloody hands with a knife”

“I can't” said the cop

“You're cop right?” The killer sounds nervous.

“Of course I am”

“Then what arrest me”

“No! I didn't come to arrest you."

“Then?”

“I came for passport verification”

“Passport verification?” --- “for whom”

“For Alex Brady”

“Yeah that's me --- So, you didn't come to arrest me?”

“No”, cop sounded dwell

“Ohhh can I ask a request cop?” By leaning towards him.

“Uhhh... Your air that's exhaling faster than usual instructing me to kill you”

“The glint of the light that falls on your badge instructing me to kill you to make it fourth”

“If you don't mind can I kill you cop?” They both reminded un-blinked for a moment.

There is no time to say knife, there is no time to say gun

(Police siren approaches)……