I'm Not Insane (I'm Just A Natural Born Killer)

Syn's POV


"Matt, come on baby. We need to leave now" I call up the stairs. Tonight we planned to go down to the bar to most likely get drunk off our asses, then off to the spot to have a smoke and relax with friends. It's become a usual thing now, but now our friends are often skeptical about whether it's worth taking the risk and possibly getting killed by Matt. It's a shame really, because for the last week, Matt's been on his best behavior. there's only been one incident, but that was because a certain dickhead was teasing him and he couldn't take it.

"Coming!" He calls back. There's shuffling of feet on the floor above me before a door opens and Matt steps out. He slams the door behind him and slides down the banister then tackles me to the floor. I grunt and lightly shove him off me, while he laughs it off.

"What have I told you about being gentle?" I ask him, kind of like how a parent would ask their kid how many times they've asked he or she to clean his or her room.

"To be gentle and not aggressive... But I wasn't being aggressive!" Matt protests. I just roll my eyes and pick myself up off the ground.

"Hey Briaaaaaann" Matt calls from the kitchen.

"What's up Matty?" I call back

"Can I take this knife with me?" He asks, walking out of the kitchen and presenting me with a long, sharp knife that looked like it had just been sharpened.

"Why do you want to take it with you?" I respond.

"Because I like it and it's fun to play with. I could shove it through someone's eyes!" He yells excitedly.

"Right, first of all, please keep the noise down when you describe how you plan to kill people." I begin.

"Sowwy baby" He apologizes, in a baby-ish tone.

"Secondly, you could hurt yourself. I don't want you to do that" I say. He looks up at me with big eyes.

"But Bri Briiiiiii" He whines, running his fingers lightly across the blade, "It's really coooool"

"Fine, but promise me you won't hurt anyone?"

"Okay" He answers. He gives a bright smile before his expression changes into a glare and he suddenly throws the knife, which narrowly misses my cheek. It clashes with my hair, cutting a few hairs as it flies past and straight into the wall.

"FUCKING DEVIL! LEAVE BRIAN ALONE!" He screeches. I stand there in shock, unable to process what the fuck just happened. He then runs up to me and tackles me to the floor, but he means no harm as he kisses my face all over.

"The Devil isn't real, babe" I inform him, but he shakes his head.

"He keeps trying to have sex with you!" Matt whimpers, burying his head in the side of my neck and biting, leaving several marks. I mumble out that, while it feels nice, he needs to relax.

"I'm okay" I tell him, "The Devil can't fuck me"

"Not when I'm around" Matt corrects me. I just nod and go along with it.

"Anyway, shall we get ready to go out?" I ask him. He smiles and nods, getting up and retrieving his knife from the wall. I have a feeling this will be a long, long night.

Notes

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