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As soon as David read the text message, he told his friends he had to go and promptly left. He and his friends had decided to go for a coffee. Everything had been going smoothly. They were all having fun, until David received a message from his best friend. Lately he and Tom had been having issues with their friendship, and Tom apparently wanted to talk them out.
The text had included an address where Tom wanted to meet.
David rushed to the place they were supposed to meet. The look of the place gave David the creeps. A chill crept across the back of his neck. It was a deserted house, pieces of glass everywhere, knives on the floor, it looked like it could collapse at any moment. Tom stepped out of the shadows, and David suddenly felt the need to approach him with caution.They began to speak. Talking soon became an argument, a wrangle.
After fighting for quite some time, they both became furious. Fury and rage took over them. As they had absolutely no control over their actions they began to hit each other.This wasn't an argument anymore, it was hand to hand combat. With both of them attacking with brutal hits, that could end up being fatal, someone was bound to get critically injured. As the fight was going on, Tom threw a punch with such ferocity that David slammed to the floor. Tom has then found himself staring at David's corpse, which was covered in cuts. Knives and pieces of glass pierced and sliced through every inch of David's body. Tom prowled towards David with curiosity and a hint of satisfaction. Before he could cross the floor, a crack echoed around the room.Tom's head snapped back in time to see a wooden rafter from the ceiling speed towards them. As clean as a blade, the wooden piece sliced Tom's right arm clean off and it landed on David's body, sending a gory spatter oh blood across the broken glass.
Tom felt like falling into a dark abyss. The pain was immense.
When Tom finally managed to process everything and get back on his feet, he grabbed a knife that was laying on the floor. He then put the knife on the wall with the blade facing his face.He started crushing his head on the knife. Stab after stab, until his body jerked,fell slack,and hit the floor with a sickening thump. All that was left was a blood bath with two dead battered bodies.
- by pretty--dead |
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- | Submitted on 06/29/2017 |
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- Title: Blood Bath
- Artist: pretty--dead
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- Date: 06/29/2017
- Tags: blood bath
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