Cannibalism+Example+for+Luke

//Not my best work.//

Collin walked into his little brother’s room. Collin’s parents weren’t home and the fridge had no food. Collin was tall, about sixteen years old. His brother, Frankie, was seven. Frankie was engrossed in his computer screen, playing club penguin online. This had to be done carefully, Collin’s parents—or anyone for that matter—could never know about what he was about to do.

Collin snuck up behind Frankie and pulled a kitchen knife from his back pocket. A single bead of sweat dripped down Collin’s forehead. //Very carefully…// he thought. “Goodbye, Frankie!”

“Wha—” Frankie began before the knife sliced across his face. He let out a blood-curdling shriek and the sticky red liquid began spurting everywhere. Frankie fell dead onto the floor. And Collin picked up his brother’s small, delicate hand.

“It only takes the amount of pressure to bite through a finger as it does to bite through a carrot…” he muttered. //Crunch!// He bit through the first small finger, leaving the slightest bit of crispy white bone with the meaty, marrow-filling showing. Collin pulled what was left of the bone out of the finger and sucked the juicy pink marrow out of it. Collin continued this with all the rest of his brother’s fingers.

He took the kitchen knife and thinly sliced a small strip of flesh from Frankie’s cheek and slurped it down. “Yum…” he said. Collin then proceeded to mess up the rest of the house and break quite a few objects then dial his phone and called 9-1-1.

Moments later, the police and Collin’s parents came. “There’s been a break-in!” Collin yelled. “The burglar killed Frankie!”