001, sick love story

THE SUICIDE of Cameron James ruined the James family.

Once upon a time, the James' family was happy and whole.

Leslie Macher was a beautiful women. She had pretty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, matched with the same large smile she shared with her deceased younger brother.

But after the death of her son eldest Vince, which was then followed by the death of her youngest Cameron, she fell off the wagon.

In fear she would turn crazy like her younger brother, Leslie fled the small town of Woodsboro, and began a new life alone, leaving Nathan James to fend for himself and his only remaining child.

There was also a time where Nathan James had happiness, but he slowly began to loose it after the death of his step son, Vince. Though, once he lost Cameron, he became broken.

He moved Effi New York, and brought an apartment for the two of them. But Nathan was rarely there, since he worked away often to keep his mind occupied.

So that left little Effi alone and seeking revenge.

When the red haired girl was informed of her half brothers death, she didn't care at all. She had always despised him.

But Cameron? That was a whole different story. It broke Effi in a different way. Whilst Nathan cried and Leslie ran away from the man, Effi began to loose her sanity.

Every night, she read the little note bloody Cameron had left her.

It stated five names. Jackson Roons, Makal Johnson, Logan Manes, Michael Easton and Lincoln Taim.

Over the past year and a half, Effi had ticked off four of them names, and now she was finally about to tick off the fifth.

"Your fucking crazy!" Logan Manes cried out, gripping his bloody thigh.

Effi chuckled, bending down in front of the man as she dangled the crimson covered knife in front of his face.

"Tell me something I don't know." And at that, Effi injected the knife into the blonde boys stomach.

Logan screamed in pain, crying out, "Why are you doing this?! I haven't done anything!"

Effi scoffed, pulling out the knife, causing another scream to escape Logan. Effi smiled. His pain was music to her ears.

"Well, if you hadn't gathered, Logan. I'm going on a little killing spree. First was Michael, he was easy to kill. Turns out, he was cheating on his girlfriend! How crazy, I know right, but anyway, she paid me to kill him. Torcher him, even. Of course I did it, 'cause I was out to get him too. And then there was Lincoln. He was so pretty I almost didn't want to kill him as quickly. But I did. And oh boy, it was fun to watch the life drain from his eyes. Then came along Jackson and Makal. They were stupid enough to come looking for the person who killed their friends. The only reason they found me was because I let them. They were boring kills. And now, that leads me to you. Now I must ask Logan, do you remember Cameron?"

"Who?"

"Cameron James. Y'know, the boy you bullied for being gay." Effi watched as a small spark of realisation shone in Logan's eyes. "You don't seriously blame me for his death?!"

"Oh yes I do, baby." Effi responded, before stabbing the blonde boy in the throat. Though, Logan's attention seemed to be elsewhere as he looked over Effi's shoulder.

Effi's eyebrows furrowed as Logan began mumbling through the blood pouring out of his mouth.

The redhaired girl looked over her shoulder, spotting her boyfriend. "Hey, baby." Effi greeted, sending Ethan an innocent smile.

"You do know i'm not going to help you clean this one up." Ethan calmly voiced, walking into the kitchen to grab food as he completely ignored the dying man in the front room.

Ethan and Effi met in a rather weird way.

Whilst Effi was in the process of torchering Michael Easton, and the next thing she knew, he was helping her dig the man's grave.

Ever since then, the pair had been inseparable. Toxic and psychotic, but crazily in love.

It was a sick love story.

"Yes you will, because you love me." Effi responded, returning her attention to her masterpiece.

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And that's exactly what the curly haired boy did.

Effi and Ethan now stood 6 feet under the ground of the earth, staring at the deceased body below them.

Logan's fluffy blonde hair was now coated in his own blood, making it clump together. His face was freakishly pale, and his lips had became chapped.

"What a waste of a pretty face." Effi mumbled, before Ethan handed her a knife.

She bent down, lifting up the blonde bogs shirt as she carved the number five into his stomach.

She then dropped the knife beside Logan, folding the cloth beneath his body over it. Effi looked up, spotting Ethan who had previously climbed out of the whole.

He held his hand out as she grabbed it. He holstered his girlfriend up with ease before resting a hand on her waist, as they stared at the body bellow.

"Hey Ef, I have an idea."