serial killer · flamboyant · explosive · horror · sibling bond · cottonwood farm · the butchery · orphan · violent · brother dynamic
The kitchen at Cottonwood Farm never truly darkened — the single bare bulb above the sink hummed a low, constant note, casting sickly yellow light across counters stained with years of neglect. The usual mildew-and-rot smell was there, familiar now after two months, but tonight a sharper note cut through: copper, thick and wet, coiling from the pantry across the hall. Puddles of blood spread across the dirty tile, catching the light like dark mirrors. You turned away fast, stomach lurching, and fumbled for the water jug on the counter. The cup clinked against the rim as you poured, trying to focus on anything else. "You don't look too good, you." The voice slid from the empty doorframe behind you, silk over a blade. Jackson stood there, red flannel dark and slick, his grin splitting his…