Snapping Point

SNAPPING POINT

‘What the fuck?’ exclaimed Anna, aggressively jabbing at Vincent’s chest, ‘Do you even know what a fucking piece of fucking shit you fucking are?’ she yelled even louder before slapping him against the face, ‘You fucking monster!’
‘I’m sorry lady but I think you need to shut the fuck up, daughter-of-a-bitch!’ Vincent replied angrily, he was very clearly pissed with Anna’s absolutely disrespectful attitude, ‘No wonder no other fucking guy wants you, because you’re a fucking piece of shit!’ he grabbed a table lamp from the table besides him and smashed it against the wall.
‘God knows how much I wanna see you fucking die!’ she shouted from across the room, she rushed into the kitchen looking for a knife. An expression of extreme fury was upon her face, she turned back to the see an absolutely fuming Vincent charging towards her, his fists clenched.
‘Don’t you fucking mess with me!’ he screamed, rushing towards her but before even laying a hand on her and even showing her what he was capable of she swiftly and luckily pulled out a knife.

‘Hi, Vincent,’ she said in a light, fake voice, she slowly approached him, holding him at knife-point, ‘Don’t mess with me bitch,’ her voice suddenly turned colder, ‘If you wanna fucking survive,’
Vincent fell backwards onto the glass table, shattering the table, ‘I swear to God,’ he slowly made his way backwards, his fingers were bloody and wounded, ‘I will fucking kill you!’
Vincent suddenly jumped up and headed upstairs, every once in a while he would hold onto the wall for support, staining the wall with his bloody hands.
‘Fuck you, Vincent!’ she screamed, ‘You sick, sick, intolerable, nasty, fucking bastard!’ she then proceeded to clamber up the stairs.
Vincent hid next to the top of the stairs, he quietly muttered to himself in a hushed tone ‘That motherfucking psycho,’
‘Hello,’ she said, attempting to startle Vincent, but the knife was quickly taken out of her hands as he swiftly kicked her in the stomach, grabbed her by the head and began to bash her head against the wall.
‘You sicko!’ he yelled into her ear, directly into her ear, the loudest he could imagine. Her head was bashed against the wall so hard the wall was stained with blood, he then punched her directly in the mouth, knocking two of her teeth out.
The now weakened Anna fell down the stairs, her face absolutely ruined.
‘What the fuck have you done?’ she questioned, wiping her face with her sleeve, but it didn’t work, ‘What the fuck did I ever do?’

She then ran around the living room, hoping to outrun Vincent, who was quite literally a cheetah.
He came behind her and began to strangle her, her eyes were wide open as she desperately attempted to free herself.
‘You fucking whore!’ he said, slapping her on the cheek repetitively and holding the knife by her throat.
Anna then revealed her surprise weapon, a box cutter, she stabbed Vincent, blood started to leak and mark on Vincent’s striped shirt. She kicked him backwards and stood up, albeit wonkily, and mocked him cruelly, ‘It was your fucking fault!’
Vincent stared, he did not move his eyes a single inch away from her ‘Stop lying, fucking psycho!’ he moved inch-by-inch away from her, sliding once again over the remnants of the glass table, ‘It was my fault I was drugged and fucking raped by you?’
‘Women can’t be rapists!’ she said in a joyful tone, he had not been more angry, this fucking bitch had drugged him, proceeded to fuck his unconscious body, stole his fucking clothes, ruined his fucking life by accusing him of being a rapist. This fucking bitch was more psychopathic than Alex fucking Forrest.

‘Oh yes,’ he stood up and trudged towards her, ignoring all the blood which had started to create puddles on the floor, ‘they fucking can, bitch!’
He stabbed her in the stomach, an expression of shock came upon her face as blood came spurting from her stomach.
‘You fucking monster!’ she yelled, ‘Your fucking child is in there! How could you?’
‘You fucking fucked me while I was fucking sedated! How could you?’ Vincent replied, tears starting to come out from his eyes.
‘I love you,’ she said, tears coming out from her eyes.
‘No you don’t! You fucking liar!’ he replied, ‘Just quit the fucking fake tears and let me finish the job!’
‘No, I can’t!’ she said, ‘You’re mine! Please, please come back to me!’ she tried to force herself onto Vincent, trying to unbutton his shirt, but he quickly rejected her and stabbed her once again.
‘Bullshit,’ he said. Anna was now sitting down on the floor, completely and entirely overpowered by Vincent.
‘Bullshit,’ she stabbed him in the leg and Vincent yelped in pain like he’d never yelped before, an extremely painful sensation spread through his left leg.
‘Fuck you,’ Vincent got down clumsily thanks to his bleeding leg and grabbed his knife and began to brutally stab her.

He continuously stabbed her in the chest, in the heart, in the neck, on her legs. There wasn’t even a second’s pause. The frequency of which he stabbed her was phenomenal, so swift were his stabs. Blood spurted like a fountain, a large puddle of it stained the carpet, Vincent had so much blood on him it was as if he had become the first human of the ‘Red’ race, his skin had become red, his clothes were drenched in blood. As he began to slow down, blood squirted out of her neck and sprayed the wall crimson, Vincent stopped for about 3 seconds just to marvel at the sight of the blood on the wall. It was a satisfying sight. Her clothes were just as red as his and her body had also been drenched red. Cuts and wounds and slits went up and down her wrists and arms and nothing but an expression of pure horror was upon her face. Vincent suddenly had an urge of curiosity and began to cut through her stomach, cut through her organs and bones and then looked in disgust, he picked up the bloody thing and stared before projectile vomiting onto the next wall.

A foetus. A foetus. His baby.

‘What the fuck?’ Vincent said, slowly losing consciousness, he threw the foetus away in disgust and slowly made his way to the cabinet, he quickly found bandages and covered his wounds and made his way to the shower. A nice, quick refreshing shower. He stared in shock at the body, quickly remembering what had happened, he then stared at the foetus. He couldn’t bother cleaning everything up, he headed outside, headed into his car and drove off. The first thing on his mind was making his way to the Canadian border, he would then meet with an old friend of his, and maybe he could find a way out of this, maybe, just maybe...

EPILOGUE

Channel 54 Presenter, Sarah Divinia
‘A shocking, gory murder in suburbia, yesterday evening, Anna Wilkins was brutally murdered, even worse, she was just 3 months pregnant. Authorities have described the scene as a horrifying and daunting one, they say that she was stained entirely in blood, on the wall using her blood, someone wrote this, THIS FUCKING WHORE DESERVES TO ROT IN HELL FOR BEING A MOTHERFUCKING PSYCHO, family and friends are shaken and say she was one of the kindest people but others have other things to say, for example, her colleague, Amy Bruce, stated that she was a rapist and raped her former boyfriend, Vincent Brown, in order to become pregnant, she then stated that she then tried to get Vincent arrested for raping her (when he had not raped her) but he was released after she (Amy) discovered the truth. She stated that Anna had a history of being a pathological liar and a narcissist. Even more shocking things were discovered at the crime scene, especially this photo, which was too graphic for us at Channel 54 News to show which shows a haunting image of a bloody foetus after being stolen from her womb. Authorities suspect that her former boyfriend, Vincent Brown, is responsible for her death but there has been no evidence suggesting this, more about this story later, Channel 54, Sarah Divinia,’