Post by Andarial on Oct 15, 2009 18:02:43 GMT -5
|Murder|
|R|
|Horror|
|Becareful this is very gory. Its something I wrote during class trying to hide it from the teachers so it's not that great or long but I like it =D.|
Have you killed before, one might ask me? That’s an easy answer. I would smirk and say yes. Can’t you tell by my laugh when they scream and fight, can’t you tell by when I sigh happily when their body goes limp, and can’t you tell when I gasp when I first see my victim? Is it easy to kill? No, that would be my answer. It requires a bit of endurance and strength, a strong stomach and love of the sport. Can one be taught to kill? Ah, now that answer is a bit more complicated, few can be taught it depends on your personality. If you do happen to be taught though you will be far better at it than your tutor.
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Smirking he tightened his grip on the piano wire around her throat and heard the satisfactory sing of the skin sawing apart and her breath bubbling out in a rasping sound. He felt the wire rip into his hands and he gasped in pleasure. Blood poured down the victim’s front and onto her beautiful white dress. The smirk widened. He released the piano wire and it dropped to the floor along with the girl’s body.
Blood stained his hands, his own from the cuts the wire had made, he looked in disgust at the dying body of his latest target. They always seemed to lose their fun once they started dying. So he crossed toward where he kept his knife and moved over to her once again.
He plunged the knife into her chest, breaking several ribs with the thrust. He cut around the broken ribs and lifted them and a circle of her breast out. There her heart beat futilely though she had died a few seconds before. Cutting it while it still beat she drew it free from her destroyed chest and bit into it, still it beat and bled profusely in his hand.
Oh, her heart tasted the sweetest by far. His eyes rolled back into his head and he hummed in pleasure at the taste and texture. Glaring at the body beneath him he dropped the rest of the heart onto it and left the parking structure in his car. A smirk present upon his lips once again as he thought of his next victim.
|R|
|Horror|
|Becareful this is very gory. Its something I wrote during class trying to hide it from the teachers so it's not that great or long but I like it =D.|
Have you killed before, one might ask me? That’s an easy answer. I would smirk and say yes. Can’t you tell by my laugh when they scream and fight, can’t you tell by when I sigh happily when their body goes limp, and can’t you tell when I gasp when I first see my victim? Is it easy to kill? No, that would be my answer. It requires a bit of endurance and strength, a strong stomach and love of the sport. Can one be taught to kill? Ah, now that answer is a bit more complicated, few can be taught it depends on your personality. If you do happen to be taught though you will be far better at it than your tutor.
~~~
Smirking he tightened his grip on the piano wire around her throat and heard the satisfactory sing of the skin sawing apart and her breath bubbling out in a rasping sound. He felt the wire rip into his hands and he gasped in pleasure. Blood poured down the victim’s front and onto her beautiful white dress. The smirk widened. He released the piano wire and it dropped to the floor along with the girl’s body.
Blood stained his hands, his own from the cuts the wire had made, he looked in disgust at the dying body of his latest target. They always seemed to lose their fun once they started dying. So he crossed toward where he kept his knife and moved over to her once again.
He plunged the knife into her chest, breaking several ribs with the thrust. He cut around the broken ribs and lifted them and a circle of her breast out. There her heart beat futilely though she had died a few seconds before. Cutting it while it still beat she drew it free from her destroyed chest and bit into it, still it beat and bled profusely in his hand.
Oh, her heart tasted the sweetest by far. His eyes rolled back into his head and he hummed in pleasure at the taste and texture. Glaring at the body beneath him he dropped the rest of the heart onto it and left the parking structure in his car. A smirk present upon his lips once again as he thought of his next victim.
