A maniacal laugh.

A cry of pain.

A dead body.

His tongue ran over the slit on the young girl's neck, the strong taste of iron filling his mouth, the pure ecstasy and pleasure. He continued to drink the young woman's blood, the sirens in the background were nonexistant, and gasps and screams of horror were nothing.

After all, revenge is better served cold with a side order of blood.
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Woo, this would kind be me...when I'm feeling revengeful. Which is a lot... because I love fucking up people's lives. =3

And no, he's not a vampire, he's just a really fucked up killer.

© by Remedy