<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://us.cdn1.123rf.com/168nwm/cole123rf/cole123rf0801/cole123rf080100159/2426435-portrait-attrayant-de-douze-ans-gar-on-de-la-recherche.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://fr.123rf.com/photo_3531099_confiance-des-jeunes-adolescent-isol-sur-fond-blanc.html&amp;usg=__GX3OFUfcsaZHoUH9fOg25aRIj-o=&amp;h=168&amp;w=113&amp;sz=8&amp;hl=en&amp;start=2&amp;zoom=1&amp;tbnid=lFreMbMinYhlwM:&amp;tbnh=134&amp;tbnw=90&amp;ei=vhH-TqTHCPTXiALitrD1BA&amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dtwelve%2Byear%2Bold%2Bboy%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26hs%3DbaO%26sa%3DX%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26imgrefurl%3Dhttp://www.123rf.com/photo_2426435_portrait-of-attractive-twelve-year-old-boy-looking-off.html%26imgurl%3Dhttp://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/Cole123RF/Cole123RF0801/Cole123RF080100159/2426435-portrait-of-attractive-twelve-year-old-boy-looking-off.jpg%26w%3D804%26h%3D1200%26sig%3D106237448913845558239%26ndsp%3D12%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D545%26tbs%3Dsimg:CAQSHwmlkGWR7OwoQRoLCxCo1NgEGgIIFwwhRr_1yqUdtpsI%26tbm%3Disch&amp;itbs=1&amp;iact=hc&amp;vpx=307&amp;vpy=227&amp;dur=134&amp;hovh=134&amp;hovw=90&amp;tx=50&amp;ty=59&amp;sig=106237448913845558239&amp;page=1&amp;ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0</div></div></div><br/>Simon tried to control his breathing, but he couldn't help it. There was something pretty wrong with him. It was obvious. He had killed his parents, yes, but besides that. He was panting and his eyes were closed, but he wasn't shaking. And he was happy. He felt like he had done a good job. He opened his eyes and looked at all the blood. It was strange how much blood there was- he really hadn't expected there to be so much. It was soaking into the carpet, the sheets, even on the walls. He hadn't known how much blood there was in the human body before this.<br/><br/>The twelve year old turned, startled by the voice that came from outside the room. His grip on the knife tightened and he turned to face him. He could tell from his beard that he had dark hair, but the rest of his face was hidden by a hat tipped down over his face.<br/>"Blood isnâ€™t easy to get out of carpets,â€ he said.<br/>Simon was frightened and...strangely, he felt like laughing. somebody must have snuck in the house, probably to rob them, and would have killed him, and his parents, but he had gotten there first! That was hilarious!<br/>"No, it's not. Especially not this carpet." he agreed, shaking his head. And the carpet in here was almost white too, so that made it worse. He wasn't really sure what to say, but he figured he wasn't about to get caught. In fact, the man seemed to find this as funny as he did. But still, what was he supposed to say to someone who had just walked in on a murder and found it funny? Normal people said 'I'm sorry' or something, or begged not to be caught. But he wasn't normal, now was he? He'd known that for a while now. A simple introduction would have to do, he guessed.<br/>"Hi. I'm Simon." He didn't extend his hand. "What's your name?"