Nancy's POV

November 18, 1995

I felt warm... I felt cozy and never wanted to get up. I opened my eyes to see pure darkness. I groaned feeling the throbbing in my head. 

I heard a sound like someone waking up and slight movement. I moved my hand up to touch my head. I can't remember anything. 

There was a blanket around me. I put my hands at the top trying to find where it ended. I finally found it. I pulled the blanket down to be met with something. 

I looked up and saw a face, but not any face. It was Michael's. He opened his eyes and looked straight into mine. 

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked bringing his hand that was wrapped around my waist up to my cheek. 

I was utterly confused. "What... what happened," I said not really caring about me sleeping with Michael. My head hurt too much to care. 

"You were drunk and I went and got you and brought you here." He said calmly stroking my head. I shut my eyes and let him rub my head. 

"What happened exactly?" I asked hesitantly. "A guy was trying to kiss you..." He said. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "W-what?" I asked. 

"He tried to kiss you and I went over and stopped him and kinda pulled you away to the car." He said like it was nothing. 

"What happened after that?" I asked getting curious. "A lot..." He said now avoiding eye contact with me. That kinda scares me. 

"Like... like what?" I asked. "You almost made me crash the car by screaming." He said. I was taken back by that. 

"I pulled over into an alleyway a bit mad and you got kinda sexual in the car." He said. I grabbed the blanket and covered half of my face with it. 

"You kissed me and got on top of me and... and we made out for a good five minutes before we pulled away." He said biting my lip. 

I had my first kiss and I don't even remember it. "W-what else happened?" I asked shyly. "You showed me your... um... boobs..." He said. 

I put the whole cover over my face. My face was getting hotter. I couldn't believe that. "You really wanted to do it and I finally realized it was wrong." He said. 

"Oh?" I asked. "Yeah, you seemed pissed cause you didn't talk the rest of the ride home." He said putting his hand on my waist again. He pulled me closer to him. 

"Then I let you borrow my shirt and this is where it gets pretty weird." He said. I removed the blanket from my face to look at him. 

"in the car before everything you said you knew about me killing Stacy and you trusted me not to kill you. Well, when I brought you home I tried to..." He said. 

My eyes widened at this. "But, I couldn't. My body wouldn't let me. You then opened your eyes and told me to sleep with you and I set the scissors down and watched you sleep." He said. 

"You... tried to?" I asked. "Yeah... but I realized I started to cry. I've never done that. You seem to change me and make me have emotions. You make me feel alive." He said. 

I didn't know what to say. "I think that's when I realized that I... I think I love you." He said looking into my eyes again. 

I kept wondering why I didn't go up to him and tell him it was over. I didn't do anything. I put my hands on his cheek and caressed it lovingly. 

"I... love you," I said. He looked utterly shocked. "You... you love me after all of this?" He asked. "I don't like what you did or tried to do but I still love you after knowing the truth," I said. 

My vision started to blur. "I love you too." He said. He moved his hand back to my cheek. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. 

I nodded shyly. He leaned in closely. I felt his hot breath on my lips. We stared into each other's eyes until I closed mine. His lips pressed onto mine. 

It felt wonderful. We didn't pull away we just stayed there. I've never felt like this before. I move my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer. 

He moved his hand from my cheek. He put his arm back on my waist bringing my lower half closer. I then felt something hard poking my stomach. 

We both pulled away. He bit his lip and looked away from me. "Sorry." He said. "So what happened after you cried," I asked. 

"I climbed over you and slept in a t-shirt and boxers for you. oh, and I held you close till I fell asleep." He said. 

He got and climbed over me. He was indeed wearing a black t-shirt with light gray boxers on. "What do you mean you wore those clothes for me?" I asked confused. 

"I sleep naked." He bluntly said going up over to a door. I nodded even though he couldn't see me. He went in there and opened a mirror.

He grabbed bottles and messed with a few things before walking out and grabbing pants and putting them on. 

He came over and handed me pills. I looked up at him. "To help your head." He said. I nodded. "I'll be back with a drink." He said heading upstairs. 

I sat up and realized I had no pants on. I don't get why I want to stay with him after he didn't tell me he really did kill Stacy. 

I got up and stumbled a bit. I heard the door open and close and footsteps coming down. I looked over and saw Michael. 

"Here's some water for the pills." He said. He looked down and I pulled the t-shirt down. "Where're my pants?" I asked. 

"Down there." He said. He put the drink down and sat down in the chair awkwardly. I picked them up and looked over at him. 

He was looking away. I slipped them on and grabbed the pills. I grabbed the drink and took it hoping it would make my pounding headache go away. 

"I'm done changing," I said quietly. He looked over and bit his lip. "I should go home," I said. He nodded getting up. 

I looked down when he passed me. I saw the huge bulge in his pants and blushed. "Uh," I said without thinking. He looked at me. 

He looked down and pulled his t-shirt down. "Sorry..." He said cringing. "It's fine," I said. My voice was getting squeaky. 

He looked down and grabbed his car keys. "You can keep the shirt." He said making his way to the door. 

I followed him closely. When he opened the door a little black cat came in and hissed at Micahel and curled up my shirt. 

"You have a cat?" I asked. He sighed and shut the door. He made his way over to the cat. "Yeah, this is Salem." He said. 

I walked over to the cat and petted it. He started to purr. "I didn't know you had a cat," I said smiling. "He doesn't like me." He said. 

I looked over to him. "I'm sorry," I said. "Every animal hates me." He said. "That can't be true," I said. "My other cat did before... he died..." He said.

Michael went to pet the cat only to have the cat try to scratch him. "He knows I'm evil." He said. "You're not evil," I said. 

"I killed Stacy on Halloween and animals back then..." He said. I looked at him shocked and hurt. "Why did you do that?" I asked. 

"I had the urge... I also didn't know you couldn't kill certain animals." He said. I was trying to stay calm but I had a murderer right next to me. 

"I don't know what's wrong with me." He said slumping over. "You've been watching too many horror movies," I said. 

"No." He said coldly. I looked over. "W-what?" I asked. "Horror movies just inspired me to do creative killings. before I knew about horror movies I was killing things." He said. 

I gulped. I will admit I'm a bit scared. "W-well, I can try to change that," I said. He looked into my eyes. "That won't work." He said. 

"Why wouldn't it when you probably never had help," I asked. "It's who I am, Nancy. There's no changing it." He said standing up. 

I stood up and crossed my arms. "What's wrong." He asked. "Nothing. I just want to go home that's all." I said storming towards the door. 

I heard him sigh and his footsteps behind me. I opened up the basement door to meet the cold weather. I held myself tighter and walked towards the car. 

"Are you seriously mad at me?" He asked. "I don't know, Michael. Am I?" I asked. He sighed and unlocked the car getting in.

He moved over and unlocked my door. I got in and sat down looking anywhere but him. He started the car after I shut my door and put my seatbelt on. 

The drive was awkwardly silent. My face was burning with embarrassment. I looked over at him and saw his cute face being focused on the road. 

He glanced at me and put his focus back on the road. "Mike..." I said now feeling bad for being mad. He glanced at me again. 

"Yeah?" He asked. "I'm sorry I got mad," I said looking down. "It's... fine." He said shifting awkwardly. "I just want to help you," I said.

"I want to help you, too." He said. I looked down feeling sad. I regret telling him that my dad abuses me. I bet he regrets telling me his secret too.

I felt us coming to a stop and looked out the window to see my house up ahead. I saw my dad's car in the front. 

I swallowed weirdly and looked over at Michael. I gave him an awkward smile before opening up the door. Before I could get out he grabbed my wrist. 

I turned back and saw him looking down. "Please call me if he does something again." He said looking into my eyes. 

"Why? So you can kill him?" I asked. He didn't answer. "He's my only family that is down here. If he dies I have to move away from here." I said. 

He let go of my wrist and sat back in his seat. I looked down. "Bye," I said. He looked at me and smiled at me and leaned in to give me a hug.

"I... bye." He said releasing the hug. We stared into each other eyes for a moment. I really wanted to kiss him. I'm too shy to do that. 

I feel his hand on my cheek. "You're so pretty." He blurts out. I feel my face get more heated. "U-uh-" I was cut off when he leaned in and kissed me. 

I closed my eyes and melted into the sweet loving kiss. I move in closer and raise my hands up his body. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. 

We're still terrible at kissing. At least we're getting better. He pulled away and I saw his eyes sparkling. I let out a breathy smile from me being nervous. 

"No need to be embarrassed." He said pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I nodded and got out the car shutting the door. 

I walked to my door and opened it. The door was unlocked... again. I walked in and shut the door prepared for the worse. 

I looked around but didn't see dad anywhere. I walked quietly to my room and opened the door. It creaked loudly which made me hear another door opening. 

I stopped moving, frozen in fear. "Where were you last night?" I heard. "W-with... with Maddie," I said slowly turning my head to see my dad leaning on the wall with a beer bottle in his hand.

He took a swig of his drink and started to walk closer. "I hate when you lie to me you know." He said. "I'm not lying," I said. 

He got close to my face. I could smell his breath. It reeked with alcohol. I bit my lip. "You were out with that boy again." He said. 

He looked at me and grabbed my hair sniffing it. I looked down at the ground. "Your appearance is looking a little untidy and you smell bad." He said. 

I felt my legs starting to shake in fear. He put his hand on my chest and slowly brought it down. My breathing was getting heavier. 

My mouth was getting dry. My vision was getting blurry with tears. "D-daddy," I said. "Are you still daddy's girl?" He asked playing with the hem of my shirt. 

He slowly was bringing my shirt up. "Yes, daddy," I said. "I can't hear you." He said rubbing my stomach with his ice cold hands. 

I shivered at the coldness. "I'm still your little girl daddy," I said. He moved his hand higher touching my underboob. 

I then remembered that I had no bra on and it's probably at Michael's. I saw his face got closer to mine. He licked my cheek. 

I put my hand into a fist. I closed my eyes tightly. "Didn't I tell you to stop being around that boy?" He asked. "Y-yeah," I said. 

He poked my underboob which made me gasp. "Why haven't you stopped?" He asked. "He's just a really good friend to me," I said. 

"Bullshit." He said pushing me. I fell to the ground and groaned. I rolled onto my side and held my side that hurt. 

"Get up!" He yelled grabbing my arm roughly and pushing me up against the wall. I was trying to keep quiet but let out a whimper. 

He grabbed me by the throat cutting off any little oxygen I had. I put my hand on his wrist trying to make him stop. 

"Sometimes I wonder why it wasn't you that died." He said. "Don't you think you should've died instead of your mother?" He asked. 

I nodded. "Good." He said releasing my neck. I fell to the floor and couched trying to get oxygen in my lungs. 

He then kicked me in the stomach making me fall over again. "Now get in the shower." He said grabbing my towel and throwing it on me. "You smell like shit." He said walking away. 

I hugged myself trying to forget about the pain. I wish this would be all over. He's all I have though. I get up and walk to the bathroom shutting the door.

I looked into the mirror and saw the tears running down my face. I sighed and lifted my shirt over my head. Marks were on my neck from his hands. 

Michael's POV [At Night]

I was currently laying in bed thinking about murder again. I really wanted to murder someone again. If I did though, Nancy would know it was me. 

I really regret telling her. I accidentally got a little too excited about me murdering someone. I look down to see the bulge in my pants. 

I bit my lip and looked at the clock. It was ten at night. I sighed and grabbed my pajama pants and my underwear. 

I slid them down to my ankles and kicked them off. I stared at the ceiling for a moment before touching the tip of my penis. I felt a bit of precum leaking out.

I tried thinking about murder again. I closed my eyes so I could easier. I started thinking about me killing Joeseph. 

I usually don't think of killing guys when I'm masturbating, but I want to kill him next. He was tied up in his underwear. 

He was struggling trying to get out of the restraints that were keeping him from going. He started to yell angry. 

I came out and looked at him struggling. We were in my kitchen at the moment. "Come on. This isn't funny." Joseph said when I walked over to him. 

I looked at all the tools that I wanted to use on him. I grabbed a saw that was in the shed. He looked at me in horror. "What are you going to do with that?" He asked. 

I grabbed the hem of his underwear and pulled them down to his ankles. He was now fully naked to me. 

I grabbed ahold of his penis and held it tightly making him wince. I held the saw and put it on his penis. "Should I cut it off or in half?" I asked chucking a bit. 

"Neither! Neither!" He said struggling more. "I'll just do both," I said starting to cut down the middle. He screamed in pain while I was doing cutting more roughly.

I finally cut all the way down. He was shaking and crying from the experience. Blood was getting everywhere. I then cut the sides making it come completely off. 

I held it in my hand. I  put the saw down before I walked over and put Joesephs penis on a plate. I looked back at him and saw him panting. 

"I hope you have an appetite," I said before putting the plate in the microwave and started cooking it. 

After it was done I got it out and walked over to him. "Later you'll have your balls," I said. He turned over and puked at that. 

"I shouldn't have to force it down,"  I said. I grabbed a kitchen knife and sliced a piece. "Now open up," I said putting it close to his mouth. 

He shut his eyes and had his mouth closed. I grabbed the kitchen knife and stabbed his leg making him open his mouth to scream. 

I put his penis in his mouth and forcefully shut his mouth. He started puking again. "Swallow it!" I demanded.

He was whimpering while he started to chew. He swallowed it and opened his mouth in disgust. I grabbed the other half of it and held it up. 

"I'd love to see you deepthroat your small self," I said jamming it down his throat with my hand still there. 

He started to choke and puke again. "You can't be seriously dying now. We're just getting to the best part." I said. 

His eyes were going into the back of his head. "I'm getting bored," I said getting my hand out of his mouth. I grabbed a bat and put it up over my head before slamming it down on his face. 

I gasped feeling my orgasm come. Sperm went all over my shirt. I cringed and got up slowly taking it off. 

I tossed it by the dirty hamper and laid back down panting at the sweet release. I looked at the clock and saw it only took me almost an hour to reach my goal. 

I looked back up at the ceiling starting to wonder if Nancy ever did the same without thinking of murder. I bit my lip and turned to my side.

I wanted to know how she masturbated for some reason. I don't even know what the female body looks like. I turned over and grabbed the covers. 

I sighed and closed my eyes feeling the warmth of my blanket on me. I yawned and soon fell into a good sleep.