The darkness around me was saturated in death. I could smell the blood that stained my clothes and pooled on the floor. The screams still echoed in my ears, but I could not remember their names. Oh, well. I smiled as I walked through the halls of the manor. My mission was all but complete. The only remaining piece was the puppet master. His door was shut and barricaded. I could hear him whimpering on the other side. My smile grew. The fear of my victims was intoxicating and addictive. His mistake? The door opens outwards...
 lorna13dune · Sat Jun 15, 2013 @ 01:27am · 0 Comments |
