Maxx the Killer

Inhuman

I couldn't help it , I screamed . This was a whole new level of pain . It went from "pain" to "agony" in about three seconds .

His smile grew bigger as he twisted the knife in my chest.

Gasping for breath , I lurched forward from the pain . Suddenly I could move my arms and legs, whatever had been holding them down was gone .

I fell on the ground onto my stomach . He leaned down and pulled the knife out of my chest . I screamed again , louder this time , from the knife pulling and tugging out of my skin that had healed around the knife . I stayed on the ground waiting for my wound to heal it self .

The knife wound closed around itself slowly and the blood that was spilling on the ground started to dry into flakes . But there was still a whole in my shirt .

He looked at me calmly and said "your inhuman . Should have known that from the colour of your eyes .hmp . "

He put the knife back in his pocket and stood back up and held out his hand .

Me being on the ground still I got a good look of his entire appearance . He had long dirty black hair that fell to his shoulders , also he was wearing a white hoodie and black jeans .

I gratefully took his hand and he pulled me up .

Still holding my hand he dragged me over to the door which was surrounded by more beautiful people .

"Welcome to being a Creepypasta , Maxx ."