Kevin's fingers were curled around the steering wheel and his knuckles were turning white. His stomach was twisting itself into a knot. He checked out every car he passed to make sure that it wasn't a cop.

"What if I get caught?" he asked.

"Don't worry about that now," Alyssa told him.

"Just focus on this first," Ethan said. "Focus on how the murders make you feel. Remember: show, don't tell."

Kevin pulled into the driveway of his parent's house. His childhood had been spent being raised by a nanny in the empty home. Overtime was more important than family dinners.

He got out of the car and closed the door. He walked up the steps toward the front door, but he saw Alyssa and Ethan standing in front of the garage. Alyssa waved him over.

"Go through the garage," she said. "You're going to need a weapon."

Kevin nodded his head and ran down the porch's steps. He ran around to the side of the house. He searched for the key among the numerous on the ring. After a couple of failed attempts, he found the correct one.

"Look!" Alyssa shouted. Kevin turned his head to see her standing in front of his father, Joe's, work bench. "There's a whole collection of things here to use."

Kevin walked toward the bench. Alyssa grazed her fingers along the collection of clutter on the counter.

"You never gave me anything interesting," she said. "Only a knife."

"It fit with your character," Kevin said.

"Creative weapons keep the audience intrigued," she said. "They have no idea what kind of damage it can do to the body."

"What about this?" Ethan asked.

He held up a hacksaw. The edge of the blade was lined with rust. Alyssa shook her head and ripped the saw out of his hands.

"Way too dull," she said. "He's going to be hacking away at them forever. They'll be screaming and they'll get away for sure."

"Why don't I use a gun?" Kevin asked.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "This is why you need our help."

"Who uses a gun?" Ethan asked. "That's so anticlimactic."

"This is what you need," she said.

Alyssa walked over to the wall. A collection of hooks held up an assortment of tools. She disappeared behind Joe's truck. When Kevin saw her again, she was pulling a sheath off of an axe.

"It's perfect," she said. "It's more creative than a knife, but still simple."

She handed it over to Kevin.and he felt the heavy weight in his hands. Alyssa nodded her head before entering the house.

Kevin crept up the stairs and into his parents' room. He spun the axe around in his grip. Joe's snores ripped through the silence. His stomach tightened as he watched the lump under the covers move. How would you explain standing in somebody's room with an axe in your hands?

Alyssa charged into the room and pushed past Kevin. She leaned down so that she could take a closer look at Joe's face.

"Out like a light," she told him. "Which one are you killing first?"

"I say your mother," Ethan said.

Kevin looked to see Ethan leaning against the dresser with his hands in his pockets.

"Why?" Kevin whispered.

"Nothing is going to wake up that whale." Ethan lifted his chin to gesture toward Joe. His lips curled into a smile. "You could whack your mother without him noticing."

"Aim for the face," Alyssa said. "You don't want her screaming."

Kevin walked to his mother's side of the bed. The wooden floorboards creaked under his feet. The axe was heavy as he raised it with his shaky arms. He couldn't see Alyssa anymore, and when he looked over his shoulder Ethan was gone.

Letting out a deep breath, Kevin swung his arms down. The blade buried itself deep into her skull. His mother's eyes opened, but no sound wasn't to be heard. He tried to pull the blade out, but it wouldn't budge. Kevin gave it a few more tugs, but it wouldn't move. He placed his foot on the bed and pulled out the blade. Blood poured out of her face and down her neck.

"Hit her twice. Make sure she's dead." Kevin could hear Alyssa's voice, but could not see her anywhere. He brought his arms up and swung the blade back down. He ripped it free from her stomach and watched the blood drip off of the side of the bed.

Joe let out a groan as he rolled onto his back. Kevin's grip tightened on the axe as he watched his father rub his eyes. He squinted to see Kevin standing beside his bed.

"Kev? What are you doing?" he asked.

Without saying a word, Kevin raised the axe and watched his father's eyes widen. He swung the axe down and Joe rolled out of the bed. The edge of his blade caught along his ribs. Joe screamed and curled up on the floor beside the bed. His hands were pressing down on the wound.

"Kevin!" he screamed. "What are you doing?"

Kevin ran around to the other side of the bed. Joe was stumbling up onto his feet. Kevin gripped the axe and swung his arms out. The blade buried itself deep into his stomach. Kevin pulled the blade up; he had to force his way through his father's ribs and organs. Joe opened up his mouth to scream, but he started to garble on the blood rushing into his throat. Kevin pulled the axe out and Joe's body slid down the wall. He continued to swing the blade down and chop away at his father.

His arms burned in agony and he threw the axe down on the ground. Joe was face down in a pool of blood surrounding his body. He looked over to see his mother's side of the bed stained with red. The warm liquid caused his sweater to stick to his chest.

A sharp pain shot across his forehead as he looked at the room. The walls and floor were splattered with his parent's blood and it was all because of him.

"Alyssa!" he called out. "Ethan!"

He looked around the room, but he couldn't see them anywhere. His heart started to pound in his chest. They left him alone in the room.

He spun around on his heels and started to run away. After taking a few steps forward, his foot slipped out from underneath him. He fell down onto the ground, and his hand splashed the blood up onto his face. He felt the warm beads of blood clinging to his skin. He got back up onto his feet, the blood soaking his socks through his shoes.

He raced down the stairs and back into the garage. Kevin ran into his car, and slammed the door behind him. He grabbed the steering wheel and pressed his head against the cool leather. His shaky breaths echoed through the car. A hand grabbed his shoulder. Kevin's head shot up and he saw Ethan sitting in the passenger's seat.

"Good job," Ethan said. "How do you feel?"

Kevin's knees were shaking uncontrollably. His heart continued to pound in his chest and he was panting for air.

"It was a mistake," he told Ethan. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"No, it's not," Ethan said. "Your protagonist always has to fail the first few times."

"It makes for good character development," Alyssa said. Kevin looked over his shoulder to see her leaning in between the seats. "The night is still young. Let's go get someone new."

"I say go for those brat students of yours," Ethan said. "What's that one you really hate? Copper?"

"Cooper," Kevin corrected him. "He rarely ever shows up to class and when he does he's loud and obnoxious."

"Where can you find him?" Alyssa asked.

"The creek. All of those brain-dead football players gather there every Friday night."

"Then I say we go to the creek," Ethan said.

Kevin nodded his head and put the key in the ignition. His headlights shone on the house and he began to pull out of the driveway. He wondered how long it would take until somebody found his parents' bodies. It most likely wouldn't be until Wednesday when Joe didn't show up to the office for a couple of days.

They sat in silence as Kevin drove the car to the creek. The dried up blood on his cheeks was itchy, but he didn't dare scratch it. Kevin drove in anticipation for his next victims.