Post by GHOSTFACE !? on Sept 4, 2009 10:26:55 GMT -5
When will they learn...?
Hazelle Lockehart. Such a simple girl. Mostly naive...which I proved in about three seconds. You know, it's funny how easily you can come up behind a person and grab them around the neck. She never even saw me coming. I've never dealt with something like this before. To take someone's life without using anything but your own hands... it's a gift, if I may be cocky. All I had to do was wrap my hands around her neck, put my thumbs in the right places, and squeeze. Pushing if you're looking at it from a different angle.
And then the body reacts. Her hands flew up to my wrists faster than a virgin on a playmate. She pulled, kicked, tried to scream. But nothing worked. I must say that I was completely surprised by my own strength. I didn't know I had that much in me! But then again, Hazelle couldn't have weighed anymore than a peanut. I shudder to think of it. All these thoughts shot through my head until... she stopped moving. At first I thought she had given up but then it hit me. It worked! She was dead and all because of these hands. Nothing else! What a rush.
I always think that I'm going to stop what I'm doing, leave people alone... until I see someone like her. Or someone that just doesn't get it. And then I hear them scream or feel them struggling for the life that they don't deserve... and I get that wonderful feeling.
You know the feeling. Everyone does. It's that feeling you get when you get a new outfit or someone tells you that they love you for the first time. The only difference between you and me is... I don't need sentiments. I don't need material things. All I need is struggle. I need short and quick breaths. I need blood. It's such a rush...
and it's all too easy.