Tears streaked his bloodstained face as he removed the knife from the man’s eye. It was a beautiful silver knife with blue roses engraved into the handle, too beautiful for this. He had killed him, it wasn’t painless but it had to be done. Ethan tripped over his right leg while getting up before heading to the mirror to assess the damage. “Ok? That isn’t too bad right?” He thought while wiping his tears.

His piercing blue eyes were unsettling to stare back at. Something about them… something so disturbing. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but maybe it was just something that came with your average kid. That thousand mile stare.

~15 minutes earlier~

“Sir?” Ethan asked Mr. Allan. He had just set his backpack down and yet Mr. Allan was already standing there. He stared blankly at Ethan, muttering to himself and shifting his stance. The young boy looked down at his clothes, what was wrong? Was there a stain or something?

“I know” The man said, breaking free of his tight fist to to point at the young boy.

“Know what sir?” The boy’s eyes were wide, searching for the answer. What could he mean he knows? That he failed his test earlier? He didnt think it was THAT big of a deal.

Without warning he lunged, the boy instinctually dodged out of the way but not without Mr. Allan’s newfound grip on his right leg. They both struggled on the floor, the man’s arms crushing the small boy’s leg, before the kid broke free and ran up the stairs, passing the mirror and scrambling to his room. However, before he could reach safety the old man tackled the boy to the ground. His eyes were fiery and crazed with anger, staring down at the boy’s life while squeezing it out of him. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Ethan pulled the knife from his pocket and stabbed deep into the old man’s socket.

~15 minutes ago~

Mr. Allan stared in horror at the tv. A witness to a murder had told a sketch artist about what they saw and they had sketched it out. Along with the murder weapon. It was a beautiful silver knife with blue roses engraved into the handle. Stunning, and one of a kind. And the murderer, yes the murderer. He could barely watch as the image of a young blonde boy with blue eyes stared back.

He stood there for what felt like hours, that is until he heard the click of the handle, and the opening of a door.