Cannibal of Berlington : Here it is guys!

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Around the room sat a young boy with blue eyes and brown hair. He looked happily over to the screen which showed a man who was preparing tons of differents of foods, and flavors excitingly he yelled 'Mom!” he looked very happy and fidgeted through his fingers eating some crisps of a colored small bag. He walked around a few floors and started to prepare something for himself. But he made a mess and this was upsetting for the older man who swooped around. He walked around struggles and looked around at his own son. Depleading of what he wanted his son to be.

'I should've never had any dammed kids!” “All they do is make messes!” the woman with the weary look replied as she looked back at her kid. 'He's a child, Don't talk to him that way!” “Terry this is not the way!” They all had British accents to be sure. The thin bulked man replied with no remorse. 'Fuck me Marry, You were supposed to care. Seems like all you do is care for him.” He sarcastically replied. Slugging out his last breath. 'I'll stay out of this.” replied the black-haired woman she looked frightened as to what her husband could do to them. That's why she decided to leave. Although it wasn't her best decision she felt like she had no choice because of the risk involved.

'Matthew, I'll get groceries you promise to act well okay?” said the woman who walked of the scheme.

'Sure.” Said the kid in an excited voice 'Can we make English muffins like last time?” He excitedly smiled. He smiled from his dark hair and his blue eyes. The boy seemed very young at the time, around the age of 6. He loved eating and he loved cooking because he saw those in his little room.

And when I grow up..”

the woman smiled

'What do you want to be?”

“ChefF.” the boy excitingly replied 'I wanna be a chef.” The woman smiled and closed the door. That's when the devil snuck in.

Terry sighed and walked around slumbering, and ghoulish talked about some economic crap that Matthew couldn't really care about.

He then looked at the kitchen as Matthew was making himself a hot soup. But it was quite messy.

'Oh, for fucks-sake...” yelled Terry. Matthew really didn't care what he had to say. But it still hurt.

'Dad, what's wrong?” Matthew shakingly replied.

'This is what's wrong.” as Terry slammed the closets and threw Matthew around the house. Matthew cried out loud but nobody heard him.

'This is what's wrong!” yelled Terry 'This is why you're getting fat!” “All of those bullshit excuses of you.” “This is why you're so fat.” “Clean up your damm mess!” Matthew shakes his hand and twitched and anxiously fell over.

'Why are you doing this to me, Dad?” “What have I done to deserve this?” the chubby boy seemed more frightened of his father by now.

Terry then sighed and threw a punch to his son speaking sluggish to his own son.

“This is what you've done to deserve this.” “You're disgusting and I should've never had you.” Matthew didn't knew what to do then to gorge his feelings away. Could anyone blame him it was because he felt so bad and that a man that unlucky could rely on the comfort of food for such a long time? You could've seen wrappers, of chocolate's and candies. Everywhere he went. Everywhere he got to. He would've eaten. Because he was that unlucky in his eyes.

The boy anxiously peeked and was covered in bruises coming from home to school. He never talked to anyone that day hoping to keep it inside could've helped him from getting the pain to let it get worse to him.

He never talked to anyone about it except his best friend Jessie. 'Matthew, What's wrong?” Matthew looked older and a bit heavier then he was before. He became more introverted in high school because of what he was experiencing.

'Matthew, what happened?”

He replied as he was trying to brush it of

'Nothing happened.” Matthew replied a ton of food was taken from home from his locker.

'It's okay you can trust me.” Jessie replied

He gave a big sigh before giving into his words

'I know, I have a crush on someone and my home.. it is just like I have no.. way to go.”

Later that night Matthew came home and looked at his screen on his computer he didn't seem to like what he was seeing. He even got called out for being a 'Whore” and 'Play-face” he didn't like those at all but yet it was damaging him he kept seeing more and more messages. And asked himself to why the god people would do this to themselves. He even got called a pig lately in one photo where a video was taken in one of the locker rooms where he was getting through his clothes. There were so many messages he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. His jacket was black with blue lines and was black, He wore a dark blue shirt and tight pants. He didn't want to know half of the things he was seeing but he got too curious.

Later that day he got a message from his girlfriend

'Matthew?”

Matthew texted back

'Yes?”

It took a long pause before the message was received in the screen the message said

'How do I put this into words.. I ..”

a longer pause took it to Matthew as he was bored and tired of the long delay of the response.

“Well, Since you've been caught in the drama and the message's I've been seeing.. online I just.. Uhm I don't think I can get involved in this .. I'm sorry from all that you've been writing. It scares me. And I'm sorry you need to get help.” 'I'm sorry. I just.. want to say goodbye.” Matthew punched his head into a pillow and sighed and sobered up reading the texts. The white pillow's were shoved of the bed. Matthew always wrote violent things. He didn't see anything wrong with it. It's just what he did. He saw nothing wrong with it. He thought it would hurt nobody. That was just the point. It wasn't supposed to have an impact on anyone's life.

Soon Matthew opened his notebook and started writing his thoughts down. As he thought something was wrong with him. He read all the messages on his phone. All the words were still stuck in his head. He always was the victim of cruelty where he walked around. One day he even clarified to let his mother read his writings.

'Oh god,” “Isn't that a bit to cruel?” replied Mar The mother was getting worried for her owner's son mental health. And she knew that she wanted to keep him happy. But she wasn't sure how to respond. 'I don't see anything wrong with it. It's just horror, That's all.” Marry gave a small smile and smiled to him 'If that's how it goes little Matthew, Just don't kill anybody.” Matthew chuckled eating away some snacks. It was unsure if he was still comfort eating.

'I'm not killing anyone.” Matthew replied. Then his mother looked back to him. Seemingly the stress that she was worried about making her worried about her son's behavior especially what his imagination held to her consent. She asked one more time 'How have you been feeling?”

Matthew replied

'Good.” He never talked much after what had been happening to him. It blew concern to her mind.

“Be very honest.”

Matthew sighed after his mothers response.

'I've not been feeling well.” “Is that an answer that seems remorseful?”

Martha sighed 'Yeah.” “We can take you to a psychiatrist I've planned an appointment for next Thursday.” 'Wait, you've been on that thing all night haven't you? Poor thing you didn't even get to rest.”

“Yeah,” replied Matthew he was almost another person. He was almost the opposite of who he was. He was once happy, and energetic, But now he was a nearly, broken, anxious, depressed, nearly mute wreck.

Matthew sighed 'It's fine.” That day Matthew sat across the psychologist he was in his teens when he walked to the office and sat down with his father and his mother. 'Fuck this, It's such a waste of time.” as he walked in as god as many times sobering himself up with the bottle.

“Calm down dear,” replied Marry.

Matthew couldn't keep in his outburst and teared up and fell across the floor. He couldn't stop crying. He wanted to stop crying but there's no way he could. All of the memories were to much to hold in at once.

'Why can't we be happy?” replied Matthew who looked back at his father. 'All I want to be is accepted .. and you've got to be a dick about it!” Matthew replied he was torn to pieces like needles are stitched together.

Terry felt a flamboyant rage going through his knuckles till his head.

'This is why, You're so oversensitive.'

Matthew heard walking through footsteps the building. And then gave a big sigh and wiped off his tears.

'Matthew, "I'll go home you can make it by foot okay?” “Terry's a bit overwhelmed that's why he's a bit rude today.”

“When isn't he?” pouted Matthew. The psychologist walked to Matthew and helped him up.

'Hi, Matthew I'd love to talk to you today.” She helped him up as they both walked to a empty room with white seats. A small fray desk made of brown wood. And several documents of patients were on the table.

'So Matthew, Care to explain?” the psychologist replied 'Judgement..”

The psychologist looked confused as to why he would say that.

'What do you mean Mr, Matthew?”

Matthew sighed and replied

'Judgement, has always been my problem.”

The psychologist smiled 'I can understand, But please talk about it. We're doing this because your mother and father agreed it would be best for you.” Matthew mumbled 'Judgement, Has always been my problem, Because judgement is made by the society of the people who control it. That's why I hate judgement. Because every day feels like ive been in judgement. Trying to control what I'm supposed to look like. And judgement is linked to high enough standards.” “I've been dealing with that for way to long.” The psychologist looked very shocked at what the words were that Matthew mumbled under his breath.

'I'm so sorry to hear that from you, Is there anything I can do to help?” Matthew slightly chuckled

'Hahaha. aha. Ha not really.” The psychologist thought of it as a relief. 'Many people get a laugh when being in a state of shock. I can completely understand.”

Matthew mockingly replied

'What can you not understand Mrs psychologist?” The psychologist took a brief moment in pause before she could finally answer. “I can understand what you're going through, I've never seen a case like this before. I'm sorry”

Matthew shook his head and scratched it.

'What?”

'We've never seen a case like this before. I don't think we can help.” Maybe if Matthew did something against this he wouldn't turn out as the way he was today. Maybe things would've been different for him if he cared to change.

Matthew called his mother and sighed 'Sorry, the appointment didn't go well. Leave a message to me when you call back.”

Matthew sighed as he waited outside as it was raining. It would've done a few minutes or hours to get there. There wasn't a place for care nearby. It was a city somewhere in Burlington in the woods. Where Matthew lived It was a small city and Matthew hated just to live here. He waited a few moments before he took a long pause and a breath 'This is taking so long.” 'Jesus.” When Matthew's mother drove to her place she gave a small worried look 'You might have to come in to hear the news mom.”

“Oh, good thing Terry's home. “ “He's a bit drunk and upset about the job he lost. He'll be okay.”

Matthew took another deep breath as he didn't believe what was going to happen. He was so upset that he cut a flower in his left arm.

The psychologist looked at the black-haired woman and replied with a deep breath. “I've talked to some of the doctors, But we've never seen a case so severe. I'm sorry.. but you might need to take a new place to hand.” “We've never seen such a case so severe.”

Matthew sighed 'Thanks for your fucking help.” Matthew was getting a bit more enraged, He didn't like her answer. He came here for help but got no help in return.

“Matthew, Be polite!” sighed his mother. The psychologist then walked out in shock. 'We're sorry. We tried to do the best we could do.”

Matthew sighed and walked to his mother

'Lets just go home.” Matthew and Maggy walked home that day the vacation was almost over. And it wasn't a good day as always. Matthew sighed and was more damaged then ever going through this horrible day. 'Matthew, I'm sorry I put you through all of this.”

Matthew sighed

'If when are you ever going to do something about dad?”

Matthew sighed and pouted.

'Listen, we all have problems. “

Matthew pouted and ate a few snacks

'That doesn't excuse it.' He mumbled 'Don't protect that freak.”

Martha sighed

'Don't be crazy. He tried his best.”

Matthew sighed and mourned

'Dammit, what is it with you?.”

Another day Matthew went to school many people laughed to him. He had comfort eaten the last few days he looked bigger then usual. He was a bit more firm for time going on. He had little to no friends as he sighed and smoked a cigar around the school fields. He often hanged out with Laura, and Larry but Larry started to unfriend him for the posts he had seen a while ago. 'Watch what you're eating you pig.” Matthew sighed and shook his head trying to mind as if it wasn't his business.

'Could you fuck of?” Matthew sighed 'Please, Just leave me alone. I've got enough on my plate.'

Larry chuckled the blonde male threw his plate into his food.

'I hope you like your food pig.”

Matthew was bruised and hurt. Somehow another type of feeling got to the man himself. 'What are you going to do huh?”  Chuckled Larry. The blonde maie seemed to be reaching through the seems of the poor man. “Leave me alone,” Matthew grunted. 'What is it you big pussy fight back!” Matthew mourned and mumbled and stood up he had taken the knife from the cooking plate and Larry held Matthew's arm right up in the air. 'God, you're even weaker and heavier then I thought.' The teachers were all doing administrative work. -Not many people noticed. People were clapping for Larry to beat him up.

Larry chuckled as he laughed. 'My dad's a cop you know? Might find yourself in jail.” “Crazy.”

Matthew could never think he was crazy. Soon enough Larry tackled the big man on the floor as Matthew stood up smiling and pinned Larry with all his strength to the ground.

'You can't kill me, You'll lose the only friend that ever loved you.”

“Like hell you loved me.”

Matthew soon enough pressed his reminiscent of his knife in Larry's throat-cutting a wide x into his chest. He quickly tasted the blood as if it were bleeding roses. It tasted so good to him. He couldn't stop. And he couldn't help it. He then stood up and laughed HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA! And he went on for minutes.

'Larry screamed in pain as he was fighting for his life. But none of it ever helped him from dying.

HAHAHHHHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! 'Matthew's not here anymore..” said Matthew

Matthew quickly looked back at the black-haired female standing back to him “Why? why?” “Why did you do this Matthew?”

He quickly backed away from the female and then heard sirens he quickly pulled his lighter, and burned down the building throwing it to a jerrycan. He softly teared up. 'I did it!” he smiled That day he came home dad was drunk on his couch. He was blood-soaked but didn't had a choice of clothes.

His father was half asleep when he heard the banging on the door. Drunkenly he replied 'Who the fuck's here?” “I have no time for this.” Marry looked out on the Christmas presents. 'Matthew this isn't you.” “She yelled.

“With all his brute force Matthew knocked down the door as Terry ran downstairs trying to hide from the firm man who was trying to kill him. “Terry help!” but Terry was long gone gone. And so was Matthew.

Marry walked up the doorway as the door was wide open in an attempt to lock herself up and call the police. Matthew then walked up as she stood across the door. 'You MissEd Me MoTheR?” a cold bloody English voice replied.

'Matthew, stop!” “I'm cAliing the cops if you don't stop!” 'pLEaSe I beG of You!” “Put the knife down!”

Matthew sighed

'Since when do you care?”

His weight was to much for his mother to keep up. 'I'm not as weak as you think!” She tried to push him of but he was just too big and attempt to kick him in the gut. But Matthew just kept going and smiled every-time he got kicked. He didn't give up. 'Nice play, “ Matthew chuckled and held the knife right in front of her. He looked as the devil had been taken over. His eyes went all ways as if he was addicted to the pain that had been given to him.

“Give me one reason, Why I shouldn't kill you!” Matthew nearly sobered up but knew he had to do it. “Because I'm your mother, and I care for you!”

Matthew laughed 'Bullshit!”

His mother was scared to death.

'I wish I was a better mother.'

'You're not my son. You're not like him.”

This made Matthew very enraged

'Take a good look at this pricey toy.” “Because you've been toying around with me. Always saying why dad was such a good guy.”

she was still trying to kick him in Cheff already had a bleeding nose and looked pretty bruised but he didn't care no matter what he had to take care of them. Matthew's mother was speechless 'He WaS nEVer LikE thAt!”

Matthew shrugged and then plunged the neck into her neck

'Goodbye mother.” Matthew looked at his father who was trying to call the police Matthew punched his father in the gallbladder making him crack his phone. His father looked in fear but punched him hard and held him in a headlock. 'I'm calling the police, this is crazy.”

Matthew soon used all his strength to get him out of the lock he struggled but he succeeded and pushed his father down the stairs.

'Goodnight forever, mom and dad.” As he used all his strength to stab his father and killed him of.

'HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!” he laughed multiple times.

He sighed and finally came to reality

'Matthew isn't here anymore.” He ran up the bathroom with blood falling from his face slightly dripping. He packed up his clothes in a bag and coated his nearly black brown hair backwards he then cut out the light part from his eyes. Slightly cutting till only the blue and the black was left with a toothpick.

'If I can't rely on sense, I can rely on smell. Although I do look better anyway.”

He looked at his hand as his vision slightly blurred. He cut a cut in the form of a religious cross on his neck. Even though everything from the past hurt, even though it hurt he couldn't help but feel the beauty he was feeling. And finally after his family had been gone and perished, he realised that all the pain and suffering was left in the past. And decided for his new state of living. Deciding to move on, but not to forget the next words.

'They all have been payed for by their sins don't worry Matthew Williams is gone. and I will be recalled by that I am...I'm Cheff.” he poured the gasoline in the area and walked of in his suit burning the corpses of the family he had left behind. News ; Matthew Williams is our suspect but due to his house burning down and his corpse never been found in Burlington, We speculate that he burned with his family due to his corpse never being found we speculate that he died. Matthew Scott Williams, Was a brute twisted serial killer he watched and followed leav