This story is rated R.
It is not suggested you read it if you are sensitive to violence, swearing, or explicit content.

This is a one-shot dealing with Duncan.

Written by KvngDragon.

Duncan wrapped up the two bottles in some aluminum foil, and casually exited the abandoned pharmacy. He stepped out into the barren streets of Pawaka City, no vehicles or people anywhere. 

"Here," Duncan gave the pill bottle to his girlfriend, Kasey. "Are you sure about this?"

"We're already fugitives," Kasey began, "the police will be here any minute."

"So we will just kill ourselves because the cops are coming?" Duncan inquired.

"No, I didn't say that, but we will be in jail for the rest of our lives," Kasey said as she opened one of the bottles. Duncan reluctantly grabbed the other bottle.

"Why don't we just spend our time in jail? I mean I've been there twice already." Duncan opened the bottle.

"Just do this, and when I say three eat the pills."

"Fine," Duncan poured the pills on his hand.

"One." Duncan's grip on the pills in his hand tightened, and his adrenaline started pumping.

"Two." Duncan's hand slithered it's way into his pocket.

"Three." Duncan's hand emerged from his pocket holding a shiny silver knife. Kasey, who already took most of her pills, looked on in horror.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kasey took a few steps back.

"I did this all for you, Kasey!" Duncan yelled, "I had to do this for you to like me!"

"No, no!" Duncan stepped closer to Kasey.

"Why are you saying no?" Duncan asked, "you know that you did this because I'm a 'bad boy.'"

"I'm sorry, Duncan, I really am! I already took the pills so let me stay here until the police come!"

"And when the police come," Duncan knocked Kasey's balance off, "they will see this!"

Duncan raised the knife triumphantly is pride, and forcefully stabbed Kasey in the chest, which made her spit up blood.

"I'm sorry!" Kasey screeched.

"I'm sorry too," Duncan paused, "that I decided to date a bitch like you!"

Duncan continuously stabbed Kasey until she became a bloody pulp.

"Oh, and happy Valentine's Day," Duncan said to the mutilated corpse, "and a happy birthday too."

Duncan grabbed a matchbox and lit the corpse ablaze. He continued to run away, with a limp as police sirens rang in the distance.

This is one of the most gruesomest stories I've ever wrote. Hope you liked! :)

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