Post by GHOSTFACE !? on Sept 5, 2009 23:53:04 GMT -5
Isn't it tragic?
It seems that everyone is becoming a little slower these days. What with the internet and all kinds of technology, people like to let other things do their job for them. And I'm no different. Sometimes using your hands just isn't enough. And to get the results that you crave, you need a prop or two. In my case, I just happened to find a knife nearby. And whoa! It wasn't just any knife either. This knife was small... and rusted. Ah, just the words rusted and knife bring a music like quality to my ears. It's amazing.
Poor little Travis Opal. It's such a shame that he's the only one to have seen my face. He might've been able to tell someone and have me locked up for good. But I took care of that. "What are you doing down here? he asked. Well, it wasn't like I was actually going to tell him. And you know how all those action heroes give awesome phrases before they beat the bad guy? I don't have that skill. So I tend to say nothing. It didn't change anything in this situation, actually, I thought it upped the drama and adrenaline. If I do say so myself. And not saying anything gave me the opportunity to smile (quite viciously) and stab him. Right in the stomach. Or so I thought.
Turns out I stabbed him in the ribs. In which case, I had to give him a few more stabs before I could call it a job well done. After about... maybe five, he was finally dead. And I have to give him credit, he didn't even scream. Maybe a grunt here and there, but nothing louder than a whisper. He gets a gold star for that. So I cleaned the area and left him there to rot. Like I said before... I don't like to see people living a life that they don't deserve. And watching people like that day after day...
it makes me sick.