A Part of Short Story “No…No!! Please! Don’t kill me. I beg you, please. Spare me! A..Ahhhhh!!!!” the sound of bones being twisted and crushed was filling the whole room. Blood splashes everywhere, painting the whole floor red. If it wasn’t for the body disfiguring the scene, it would have been a nice piece of art. “Ahhh….my favourite shirt got dirty again.” Said the young man pulling his shirt a little to see it clearer. “All of this is your fault. Damn you, you piece of trash! “ the young man kick the no longer recognisable lump of red meat. Just then, another young man appear and said, “what a mess. Can’t you carry out your duty quietly? Without the….screaming and torturing and begging to spare my life stuff? It’s annoying when you hear it more than a thousand already.” “Well, it’s my signature. I love it when they beg for mercy. Their face looks so horrified when they found out that I’ll going to kill them anyway. It excites me a lot. The pleasure is so overwhelming that I can’t get enough of it.” The young man grins evilly before continuing, “Well, someone like you, who is already THE famous serial killer, Ikuto will never understand my feeling. You feel nothing when killing now.” “I’ve retired. It’s your job now pretty boy. The cleaners will finish this. Let’s go, Bloody Painter, Akito.” Said Ikuto. Akito kept grinning and followed Ikuto out of the room.
Posted on: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 02:42:56 +0000