Toy Box Killer Toys Novels & Stories

They knew what they had in that room at least one of them had watched as he killed Leo, even though Toby had been shot twice with silver bullets. “Toby,” said Brian in a chiding tone. The wolf roared in response, a hoarse howling sound that hurt Lauren’s ears and contained nothing but blind rage. “The screws were coming out of the hinges, sir. On their own,” said one of the wolves nervously, and Lauren realized the thing he was holding in his hands was a screwdriver.

The boy named Leo was an unruly child. He dashed through the banquet hall with a toy gun, screaming and shooting at the guests' legs. No one dared to tell him off. They could only smile. Suddenly, he rushed in front of me. Bang! The little boy swung the toy gun and smashed it into an old wooden music box. The music box was the only thing my late mother left me. It shattered instantly, bits and pieces flying everywhere. "So noisy!" He made a face and raised his foot as if to stomp on the pieces.

His mouth opened in a little ‘O’. He gasped dramatically. He spotted it. A gun toy. Not a small one, but an expensive, flashy, multi-featured monstrosity that lit up, made sounds, vibrated, and probably could double as a night lamp. The kind made specifically to tempt children and break parents’ wallets. He sprinted to it and wrapped both arms around it. “MAMAAAAA! Look! This one...this one!! Pleassseeee!” Karline picked up the price tag.

Again and again. They take the boy who warned me. They bring him back an hour later. He’s not crying anymore. He just stares at the wall, not blinking. A tiny trickle of blood drips from his nose. “He didn’t understand the lesson,” a man says, dropping him on the floor. “We need to scare the bad feelings out. Make room for the good ones. The pleasurable ones.” One of them kneels in front of me. He holds a small black box with wires. “You’re a strong girl, aren’t you? Let’s see how strong.”

He stood abruptly, body stiff like a startled cat, clearly ready to run away again. Coward. “Where the heck do you think you’re going?!” I snapped, lunging forward. My hand slammed against the wall beside his head, pinning him in place. His breath hitched again. “We’re not done.” His eyes darted everywhere, searching for escape. And then… Something soft slipped. A sound so tiny I barely heard it hit the floor near my foot. I looked down. “…What the—?” A round object sat on the floor like a stunned animal.

As I was about to open the third box, but I got a text message. “If you open that box you’ll have to wear it tonight. Are you sure you want to play? I can make this fun for you if you do though. Be brave little one. Open the box ~A”. Him and his damn text messages. How does he always know what I’m doing in here anyway. Wait a damn minute. He’s got fucking cameras installed doesn’t he. You know what. Two can play at this game. I’ll pretend I don’t even know about them. I put all the other boxes back in the drawer. The final box still on the floor. “Oh what the hell” I say. And I open it. Inside is a u shaped toy. One side is longer and thicker with ripples in it. The shorter side has what loo

He paused, letting the silence stretch between us. “It was a power bike.” Tobias whispered, his eyes locked onto mine. “The same model as yours, and the exact same custom license plate. Now, why would the captain of the Kensington hockey team be lurking around our rival school at night? You don't have friends at that poor people school like I do, so that's definitely not the reason.” Shit. Shit. He was talking about that night when I made Calix cum for the first time! Shiiiiiiiiiiit!

The years he'd built himself into a weapon. He told her about his first job. A man in a warehouse. The organization said he's a trader who had sold them bad information—people had died because of him. Vincent was fourteen. He didn't check if it was true. He wasn't supposed to. The man looked at him and said, "You're just a kid. Go home." That was worse than a fight. He pulled the trigger anyway. Then he went to a motel and sat on the floor of the shower until the water ran cold. He didn't cry. He just sat there trembling, watching the water go from pink to clear. He told himself the man would have killed someone else. She felt something tighten in her chest. Not fear. Not disgust. Something

- I have a great idea- he says with a devilish grin. - I'm afraid of your ideas- I reply trying to find out something but he doesn't let go. He drags me back to his building and picks up, an EXTINGUISHER? - What do you want that for? - Now you'll see - he laughs devilishly. We suddenly enter the class we were in and when the teacher turns to reprimand us Campbell opens the fire extinguisher and empties it full on the teacher. The class is filled with laughter and we start to run with a teacher full of the fire extinguisher powder behind us leaving marks in our wake. He drags me to his car and I quickly worm my way into the passenger seat. He starts the car and we speed off campus, looking in

"Uh... I think... I think it was Dean. Yeah. He couldn't go to sleep without cuddling that thing up until he was ten!" A chuckle left my mouth with a slight easiness. "Wow, I should have known." There were other things in the box, yoyos, a toy tennis racket, small balls of different colors and designs, trucks, cars, toy blocks, so many different kinds of toys. A small paint brush with purple paint at the tip caught my attention. Picking it up, I trailed my hand across the plastic features, the hard plastic designed for the tip which was supposed to be made of feathers.