How many pieces could a single peson be in? I couldn't recognise who it was until I saw a small group of people crying out and being held back. They each had black or dark brown hair, black clothes, piercings, eyeliner, I think you get the point. Everyone calles them the goths and some other rude things, but I'm not the name calling type. If I wasn't the "watching from a distance" type I wouldn't have noticed who was gone, like most people. His name was Spencer. He seemed pretty cool in my opinion.
A finger here, a kneecap there, he was all over that sidewalk. Honestly, I just about fainted at the sight of it all. The police started to put tape up around the scene but the blood didn't take too long to run past the border they made. It was really odd, how he seemed to just explode from the inside, but that wasn't the thing that caught my attention. His blood... it was blue. Blood is supposed to turn red when it comes in-contact with oxygen, but it didn't seem to for him. The blood was running in the pattern of some weird symbol. I've seen It somewhere before, but I can't remember. Wait a second, where am I now? I'm not infront of the scene, where I just was...
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Blueblood
Horror“My name is Skylar Marie Ekinson. I am currently out of work. I am a student at Smith University in the town of Arrowwood where I am getting a major in creative writing. I was at the scene of Blueblood when the murder occurred. I have been pronounce...
