CRUNCH! Magazine CRUNCH! Magazine - Issue 5 [Spring of 2018] (1) | Page 26

twist my mother’s elbow bone off of her cold, lifeless body, Katie was approaching me. I hit her, making her drop the knife, and pinned her to the ground. I took this opportunity to grab Katie’s throat and began digging my nails into the pale flesh of her neck. Once I had her gasping for air, I decided to grab the elbow bone and impaled her with the severed muscle. Katie’s color drained from her face and crimson liquid trickled from her neck. I put my hand in front of her mouth after she begged me to stop. “Next time I have to hear that noisy mouth of yours, I will sew it up with nice, neat stitches.” She shook her head as the air finally drained from her body, and she was in the Devil’s hands now. When I woke up, I found my large family, now nothing but a pile of bodies and bruises. I looked around just to see that Katie had been crawling toward the door until I stabbed her with her elbow bone. She begged for mercy but I wouldn’t give in. I pinned her to the ground, slit her throat with the elbow bone and she was dead. Everyone was dead, and I was at last, victorious. 22