Malevolent

Ants, flys, and centipedes squandered throughout the ripped up corpse on the dark blue deck.
Next to the lifeless body was Lee, as he was rocking back and forth on a cracked chair.
Twirling his knife around his fingers as blood dripped slowly off of them and onto his stained jeans.
Lee looked up and tilted his head towards the house across the street.
He stood up, shambling his legs and crossing his arms as he traveled past road and his dimples perked up.
Lee reached the wooden and glass door, placing his blood-ridden hands on it.
He tilted his head and glanced at the moon, staring as the night clouds seemed to whisk through it.
Lee tensed his muscles and accidentally pushed on the door making a loud cracking noise.
Cold air whistled through the open slot in the door as it filled the house.
Lee stepped inside, the worn floorboards creaking as his weight fell upon them.

Sniffing, Lee noticed a scent that was known to him.
It was a German Shepard sleeping on a large white mattress next to the fireplace in the room to the left.
Lee looked around before moving again, seeing a dining room to his right that contained priceless silverware.
The main hallway’s ceiling rose high above Lee’s head, baring hanging tapestry.
Straight ahead of him was a staircase leading to the second floor, where the residents are.
He clutched his bloody knife harder, shuffled towards the sleeping German Shepard.
Lee crouched right next to it growing a twisted expression as he stared at the dog.
The German Shepard sniffed and opened its drowsy eyes, noticed Lee and went to bark.
Lee snapped his hands onto the jaws of the dogs and pulled as hard as he could.
The German Shepard’s jaws cracked and tore off of its mouth.
Lee rested the piece on its back and it lay there, still. Blood gushed out of it and mixed into the mattress, staining it.

Lee stood up and shifted to the staircase, rubbing his hands on the wall and railing.
Twitching his head, he reached the top of the stairs and shook the knob of the closest door.
A man looked up and slowly got out of bed, picking up the revolver in the faulty drawer of his nightstand.
Lee creaked the door open to shove his face in the crack and peer through.
The man yelled for Lee to show himself and letting him know he has a gun.
Lee licked the door and barged through, sprinting at the man.
The man fired two shots and a scream echoed throughout the house.
Smoke filled the room and blood splattered across the wall.
Lee was kneeling over the slashed up corpse of the man, feeling his body and picking through his deep cut.
Lee opened the window and saw a light on from the neighbors house, he twisted his arms and body through the window,
Walking over to the first floor window, and planting his face against as he watched two kids playing with blue bears.