Pd. 4
English 10p

Schizo

Heavy rain fell upon the silent and mysterious surroundings. A fairly sized house was illuminated by the sudden bolt of lightening. Slowly the light faded away, and once again the shadows consumed the residence. Gradually the rain lightened and the moon began to come out from behind the clouds.

Nothing except an eerie stillness which enveloped the dark dwelling. The shadows of the trees moving slowly across the wall. A tall silhouette could be seen creeping through the home. It slowly moved stealthily from room to room, checking for any movement.

Lightening struck once again, illuminating his dark azure eyes. A look of paranoia upon his face, he continued onto the next room. He heard quiet cackling, he paused at the door. He looked upon the handle to find his hand slightly shaking. Working up all the courage in him, he opened the door.

"Yamato," snickered another man who he stood near the window. "I see you've found me." The man added.

Yamato lunged himself upon the man at the window. The man at the window stepped out of the way and proceeded to taunt Yamato with his laughter.

"You could've have said: 'hello, Matt,' but I guess this will do as well." The man chuckled.

In anger he pounced once again, this time Matt had no time to dodge his adversary. Yamato pinned Matt to the ground and connected his fist with the man's face. Using his legs Matt threw Yamato off of him and into a wall.

"Someone is grouchy today," Matt commented as he dusted himself off. Yamato growled and threw his fist once again. Matt dodged, quickly, and nodded his head in disappointment. Matt kicked up towards Yamato's skull, anticipating his attack Yamato ducked out of the way.

"You're learning," Matt said as his foot connected with Yamato's ribs. Yamato grabbed hold of his foot and twisted it around, Matt fell to the floor.

"You haven't said a word; don't you know who I am?" Matt asked in a sadistic tone.

Matt reached into his back pocket and came about again brandishing a butterfly knife. A maniacal laughter escaped his lips as he plunged the knife into Yamato's shin. A flash of both pain and terror crossed Yamato's eyes as Matt leisurely twisted the knife. His leg began to give out as the crimson fluid trickled from his wound.

"Who are you?" the first words Yamato chocked out that evening.

Matt stood over his body his smile growing with each passing second. "C'mon, Yamato, you know who I am-- we've known each other our whole lives...I'm hurt." His icy cold voice laughed sinisterly.

Yamato shut his eyes for a moment the pain being too much to endure as Matt removed the blade. His eyes sprang open once again as he felt the blade break through the skin of palm. Matt embedded the blade deeply into his palm, forcing it through veins and bones.

"Believe me, this is a very enjoyable experience." Matt commented as he rose up Yamato limp arm. Yamato gasped, his mind registering the fact that the blade had emerged on the other side. The once silver blade, dripping in Yamato's blood as Matt slowly shook Yamato's arm about.

"Tell me, does this hurt?" Matt asked as he applied more pressure on the handle of the knife. The blade glistened in Yamato's blood, slowly twisting around in his palm. Yamato cried out in pain and agony as Matt removed the blade from his wound.

"I'm sorry was that a yes or a no?" Matt asked as he brought the knife down once again. Yamato's eyes wide shut as he endured his vicious torture. His teeth clenched together, his right hand torn, his other balled into a fist, as a single tear escaped his eye.

"You stay there for a while, I'm gonna check the news. I'm hoping for some clear skies tomorrow." Matt informed as he switched on the television.

Yamato lie motionless on the ground, not wanting to move in fear of pain. He looked over at his bloody hand, and noticed that it was still bleeding heavily. It hurt so much-- Like thousands of tiny shards running about in his palm. The pain was blinding, he would rather be shot in the leg repeatedly.

He collected every ounce of strength he possessed at the moment and reached over for the knife sticking out of his gory palm. He winced and bit his shirt to keep himself from crying out as he began to draw the knife from his palm. The knife emerged from his hand most reluctantly adding to the damage as it was pulled out. Saturated in a scarlet fluid, the blade trembled in his hand; Yamato began to feel lightheaded as he looked upon the blade.

"Look at that, it's going to be slightly cloudy tomorrow." Matt commented, his eyes not leaving the screen. Yamato sat up; his eyes darted towards his foe to assure himself that his actions went undetected.

Yamato brought the knife down with tremendous force into Matt's back. A face of shock on Matt's face as he attempted to turn around. Yamato pressed on the knife, before pulling it out of Matt's back. Matt cried out for mercy as Yamato stabbed him once again, Matt fell to the floor; the tables had turned on him.

Yamato proceeded to kick him repeatedly after he had pulled out the knife. Matt kept on searching himself with whatever strength he had left in him. Yamato put off his assault only to search for the knife which he had haphazardly discarded. As he looked for the knife, Matt sustained his search.

Yamato came about with the butterfly knife in his hand; he glared at Matt; who for some reason had a smirk on his face. In a fit of rage Yamato brought the blade down upon Matt's Adam's apple. As the blade made its way towards his neck, Matt rapidly pulled out a gun.

The blade pierced Matt's Adam's apple simultaneously as the bullet struck Yamato's forehead. "Mimi," they bother whispered

Blood splattered onto a picture of a young woman with amber-brown hair and honey colored eyes.

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Two Days Later

With skies mostly clear, with the exception of a few dark clouds, birds chirped as police cleared the scene. Headlines all over Odaiba spoke of a man's gruesome suicide. Local Schizo Commits Suicide were what the headlines read that day.