Please read this, I feel like I need to tell someone. This is a true story; it is based on the life of Riley Williams. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1: The Beginning of Blood

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Welcome to BloodBucket. com.

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You have entered the Creator’s Crater. Please enter your password.

Hot fingers pressed against the pads of keys on their laptop. The boy moved his fingers swiftly across the keys, typing “Cruel Life”.

Welcome back, Patrick!

Patrick grinned. He brushed back his brown hair from his face. He moved his fingers to the mouse pad of his laptop. He moved over to the red print of the main menu and clicked on the link, only available for the creator, called “Disease Center”.

You have entered the Disease Center, please enter your password.

Patrick swore as he typed in his password again. He hated to enter his password repeatedly times, but it was for the safety of this site. He had made it so no one would be able to hack into it. Besides, to be able to enter the site, first, you had to say you were sixteen or older, and then you had to sign up. You just had to, don’t question Patrick’s ways. Nobody does.

Patrick rubbed his hands and cracked his knuckles. How long has he been on his computer now? Patrick glanced to his clock on his black desk. God, when was it 10:26 PM! Damn, these hours has flown away!

Patrick clicked “enter” once he entered his password again. The screen turned bright red, blood, and then back to its normal black background with red print. Patrick’s eyes widened. The screen showed a cracked skull with blood stains on it.

Patrick, to insert the disease, please click on the skull in the center.

Patrick moved his mouse to the skull and clicked it without hesitating.

The screen flashed once and three options showed up. First, spread the disease to everyone. Second, spread the disease to everyone expect the creator and his friends. Third, spread the disease to only the creator.

Patrick quickly chose option two. The screen quickly started flashing, turning to black and red. “What?” Patrick whispered. Something was wrong, was there? It might be updating each BloodBucket account there was, and trust Patrick, there is a lot! Patrick sighed and fell back into his fuzzy, red chair. He blinked and went back to his laptop. The screen said the disease was updated.

Patrick smirked and he moved his mouse over to the main menu and clicked on the link called “Chat Room”.

Please enter your password.

Patrick rolled his eyes and once again typed in “Cruel Life”.

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Emodude13 has signed in.

SexMeUp has signed in.

Emodude13: SexMeUp? What the fuck, Tiffany?!

SexMeUp: You don’t like it? I thought you would ‘cause I thought of you when I made it!

Emodude13: Thank you, Tiff.

FollowerOfSexMeUp has signed in.

FollowerOfSexMeUp: Hey, guys!

SexMeUp: Leave, Kristen! Patrick and I were about to try to have internet sex!

Emodude13: We were?

SexMeUp: Yes, we were, weren’t we, Patricky? –approaches Patrick, wraps her arms around him and presses her body to his. Tossing her many shades of blonde hair over her shoulder, she pushes her soft lips to her sexy boyfriend’s-

Emodude13: -moans and grabs Tiff’s shoulders and rubs his groin on her stomach.-

FollowerOfSexMeUp: How old are you guys anyway? Seventeen…eighteen?

Emodude13: Seventeen.

SexMeUp: Eighteen.

FollowerOfSexMeUp: I’m leaving, my chest is hurting.

SexMeUp: -looks up from Patrick’s chest- It’s probably your boobs growing, Kristen. You just hit puberty last year! Now, Patrick, undress!

FollowerOfSexMeUp has signed off.

Emodude13: I’m getting a boner just thinking of you naked. –slides inside Tiffany and moans- Wait; did Kristen say her chest hurt?

SexMeUp: -starts playing with Patrick’s hair- Yeah.

Emodude13: I have to go!

Emodude13 has signed off.

SexMeUp: Patrick! Great, I’m alone now. Patrick is such a bastard if he doesn’t want me. I mean, who doesn’t want me? –looks around, sighs, and leaves-

SexMeUp has signed off.

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What’s wrong with Kristen? Why was her chest hurting? Is it because of that disease? God, I’m just a big, stupid, fucking jerk! Why did I have to install that disease? I need to be stuck in some lunatic asylum! Patrick thought, hiding his head in his hands.

Patrick got up from his chair and walked over to his closet door. He threw it open and looked at the mirror in the back of his closet. Patrick threw down all his clothes, put one hand on each side of the small, cracked mirror, and looked back at the tired, brunette, seventeen year old boy on the other side of the mirror.

Patrick lightly put a finger on the cracked glass. He winced and slid his finger quickly down the edge. Pain went up his index finger and it stung when the dark, thick, red blood shot out his finger. The blood seeped down onto Patrick’s hand. Patrick made his hand into a fist and the blood sleeked through his fingers, falling down to the gray carpeted floor below.

Patrick’s lips slid back to show all his teeth. He looked back up at the mirror.

Wait, that wasn’t his face! It wasn’t that pale…and he didn’t have red eyes.

Patrick grabbed the sides of his head. Pain. A lot of pain. Patrick gave a groan, and then, the pain suddenly stopped. Patrick was panting and looking around horridly. He turned his gaze to the mirror again.

This time, his red eyes were glowing.

Patrick licked his lips and swallowed. His throat was hurting…and throbbing. It felt like his heart was stuck in his throat with no way of getting out. God, what’s wrong with him? Patrick held his breath and looked back at the mirror. He still had glowing red eyes. The disease! Was the disease doing all of this to him, but the disease wasn’t supposed to fucking attack him! Patrick slammed against the wall, making the mirror’s frame vibrate.

Patrick glanced down at his blood-stained hand. Disgusting! Patrick put his hand up to his face, and before he knew it, he was involuntary licking the blood off. The rust melted in his mouth and sank down into his throat.

He shivered and looked back at his face in the mirror. His eyes had turned black, and now, his pupils were blood red. Pain attacked his chest and he screamed. His eyes went dead. He couldn’t see out of them. Patrick fell to the ground. He couldn’t breathe, it was like his lungs had collapsed and he had to rely on God to save him. He tried to snort, but couldn’t. He began to twitch uncontrollably and he suddenly stopped. He could breathe again, but it hurt. He found himself chanting “Thank you, God” under his breath.

Patrick got up and held his chest. He could see! He turned quickly to the mirror to see that his eyes had returned to their normal color: brown.

What the fuck just happened?!

I hope you got this far actually reading this. But, keep in mind, this is only the beginning, and far from the end.