So my friend received a bike from his mother on his birthday, and recently his mother broke up with her boyfriend and the (friend's) bike was also currently at the boyfriend's house so now he can't get his bike which he really loves. So he was talking about how angry he was on chat and me, being the good friend I am wrote a story. This is how it went.... (His P.O.V A.K.A Readers's P.O.V)

"You idiot" You murmured as you stood beside his peaceful body on the disheveled bed. His chest rising up slowly and decreasing.

You wished it would stop beating. And you'd always make your wish come true.

Your fingers twitched as you held your silver machete stained with blood, soon to be stained with your victims. You rose your weapon above your head ready to decrease it onto the head of him, but his eyes stirred.

They slowly opened as he took in his surroundings, his eyes widened as he noticed you there, an evil glint in your eyes. "Goodbye" You said in a demonic like voice, lightning crashed outside, a large bang echoed into the room.

When the next lightning struck, your weapon stained with a new layer of blood. His skull caved in and immensely bleeding. A grim smile embedded on your face with blood splatter all on you. A dark lifeless gaze inside your dark orbs.

All you could think of was, "This is for my bike, b****"