In a hush town, no noise was heard. It was quiet on a day like today. No one heard a peep. Everyone had their windows locked and their doors as well. No one dared to exit their houses. Outside, on the street were the footsteps and humming of a young boy.

"Hmm..." The young boy hummed softly as he skipped through the streets of this small town.

He twirled a knife in his hand as he kept his head up. The young boy kept his footing in place as he kept on. The quiet didn't annoy him, it just set him off in a way that he needed the desire of fear of the screams back into his ears. To feel the pleasure of death. As he skipped through the town, he paused at the sudden sound of giggling, drunken giggling. The young boy had lived here long enough to know the sound of drunken giggling.

The young boy made his way towards the sound of the giggling, as he paused at the entrance to one of multiple alleyways in the town. He turned his head to see a man and woman. The woman was up against the wall as the man had his arms pressed against the wall of the alleyway. He was up against her as she enjoyed it. The young boy stared at the two as he tilted his head to the side. This kind of act confused him, he saw it before yet never truly got the meaning.

The woman turned her head to the side as the man started to leave kisses all over the side of her neck, her eyes caught sight of the young boy as her eyes widened. She pushed the man back, much to his confusion. The man turned to the boy and looked shocked as well, quickly pulling up his pants with the woman doing the same, fixing on her shirt as well. The woman turned to the young boy with a kind smile.

"A...Are you alright, little one?" The woman asked.

The boy simply just stared at them still, which got on the man's nerves, "Hey, Brat!" The man yelled, "My woman's talkin' to ya!" He yelled, "ANSWER HER!"

"Peter!" The woman held onto the man's arm, "Don't yell at him like that...he doesn't look a day over 15." She states.

"I don't care, you spoke to him and he should at least know the decency of answering you back!" The man yelled.

The boy slowly walked over to the two as his face was emotionless. Memories playing over and over in his mind drove him away from whatever the two in front of him were saying. He didn't care anyway for what they were saying, he just wanted them to shut up and stop referring to him as a child. He wasn't a child. Not anymore.

"Hey kid! Just answer her damn question!" The man yelled.

The woman got nervous as she then noticed the knife in his hand, "...P...Peter...look what's in his hand..."

The man looked to where the woman was gesturing towards as his eyes widened, his attitude quickly changed, "H...Hey there little buddy...Why don't you hand the knife over to me." Peter smiled nervously.

The young boy pauses and tilts his head to the side, almost confused. He didn't want to hand the knife over to this random man. The knife meant a lot to him and he wasn't just going to hand it over just because he asked him to. So, a new idea arises in his mind, a better idea. A great idea. An evil idea. A gory idea. The young boy saw the man get closer and hold his hand out to receive the knife. The young boy raised the knife into the air and swung it down as it stabbed itself into Peter's hand, causing him to scream loudly.

"AW! He...The brat stabbed me!" Peter yells.

"O...Oh My God..." The woman backed up as the young boy pulled the knife out of Peter's hand and quickly stabbed Peter in the head, causing Peter to fall to the ground, bleeding out, "PETER!" She yelled.

The young boy quickly took the knife out as he stared at the dead body. His head tilted to the side as he knelt down and slowly raised the knife and slowly started to cut off the free hand of the dead body. He placed the cut off hand into a plastic bag as he placed it into the backpack. The boy then turned to the woman as she slowly backed away from him. Now he couldn't let her get away now that she saw him.

"S...Stay back...please." The woman begged.

The boy slowly made his way over to her and threw his knife up into the air. The woman stared up as she grew confused. She didn't speak as she saw the knife fall in the middle of them. She smiled, happy that she survived. But that happiness was short lived as an air conditioner fell down on her, cracking her skull into the rest of her body.

The boy went to her legs and slowly cut off her foot, doing the same he did with the hand. He placed the plastic bag with the foot into his bag as he stood up. The boy placed his knife into his bag, closing it as he skipped off to head home. The town was quiet again, yet the boy was satisfied with the screams he had heard tonight. The screams of those who are weak.

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When the boy finally made it home, he opened the door and closed it behind him once he entered. The floor of the house was bloody, since he never learned how to mop. The boy takes off his bag and takes out the two plastic bags from his backpack. He walks over to the living room as a skeleton of a dead dog and cat laid there with empty food bowls. A container of maggots, flies and other bugs seen outside of the house from the sliding glass door. The boy walked into a hallway that was quiet. He walked to a room that had blood on it as he opened the door and walked to a bed where two parents were sitting up straight in their beds. The boy got on the bed with only a slight struggle.

"...I got food." The boy spoke, his voice soft and weak as he placed the plastic bags in front of them as a plop was heard rolling off the bed.

The boy turned his head to see a rolling head. He turned to his Mother, whose head was missing as he chuckled a bit. He got off the bed and went to retrieve his Mother's head. He picked it up and walked over to his Mother and placed the head on top, wrapping it with a scarf that was bloody. His father then laid forward, motionless. The boy then quickly got back on the bed and sat his father up straight. The boy then got off the bed and looked at them. His eyes twinkled as his smile grew.

"Enjoy." The boy simply said as he turned and walked off, closing the door behind him.

This was his everyday life. This is how he lived. He never knew a day in his life where he didn't come home with a body part for his parents to enjoy. Though, his parents never did eat the body parts that he had given them. So ungrateful, weren't they? The boy knew they would be, he did end their lives after all. They kept calling him their baby boy, he wasn't a baby. Never again would he be one.

The boy walked to the couch that seemed brand new. As he grabbed the remote and sat down on the couch. He tapped the side for either the cat or dog to rush over and sit down next to him, yet neither responded. Rude. The boy shrugged and turned on the TV as it broadcasted from the alleyway which he had been to a couple minutes before. He watched the news reporter simply talk about how two people were murdered, yet no one knew who did it. The boy didn't care as he changed the channel to one filled with laughter and cartoons. The boy nodded his head side to side, to the beat of the theme song as he smiled.

The house filled with the theme song music. As throughout the house was blood on the floor, unclean dishes, skeletons of animals that barely saw the light of day once they entered the house. His dead parents sat up on the bed with zip-lock plastic bags filled with body parts either shoved into the closet or right in front of them. And the only untouched area of the house, the young boy's room. It was clean and only had a mattress within it. A mattress that had one pillow and one blanket that was nicely folded with the pillow on top. The sound of the theme song got louder.

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A sharp transition to the alleyway where the theme song was still heard. The police officers were trying to find some type of clues about who could be behind this. Yet no one knew. There were no witnesses, no security cameras, no weapon, somehow no DNA, and it was way too quiet around town at this time of night anyway. They saw crimes exactly like this before too, and sometimes witnesses called the police, yet the police never could find out anything. It was horrible, disgusting, and absolutely appalling.

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Back at the house, the theme song music was slowly ending as the boy looked to his phone and slowly opened it to reveal some emails were in his email. The boy opened his emails as he looked through them, stopping at one that read 'Police Academy Acceptance Letter'. The letter read, 'Congrats on your acceptance into West Kieran Police Academy.'. The boy simply smiled at the email as he opened up his profile and read everything over again as his smile grew and grew. His plan was coming together nicely.

Police? Pfft. The name even made the boy grimace in annoyance. He hated them, they always tried to ruin his fun, the screams. They tried to take that away from him so many times. They'd even try to take him away from his parents if they found out. So why not take over the Police station? Why not be the top so that he could continue to have his fun? It was simple right? So. Very. Simple. Just need to keep up the appearance of an innocent young boy and then everything will play into his hands. He'll hear the screams, see the blood, and everything that makes him feel the pleasure inside.

Just...one thing.

Don't Call The Police.

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WEST KIERAN POLICE ACADEMY FILES

Attendee #1 -

Name: (M/N) Cozbi[*]

Age: 18 [Looks 14]

Description: (h/c) hair, red left eye, white right eye, vampire-like teeth, three earrings in each ear, no tattoos, casual clothes are (y/c), nails are painted black, (f/c) ring on right hand middle finger, scar under right eye, and eyes seem to be like swirls.

[*] (M/N) means liar or conman

[*] Cozbi means my lie or my deception

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