It was, without a doubt, definite that Mark Griffin was dead. His grey, lifeless eyes reflected the mask of his killer as viscous red blood coated the sliver, black-handled knife, which was brandished by them. The knife left a deep wound in Marks stomach which bled aggressively and dyed the shirt he wore the same colour as the pool that surrounded him. His killer breathed heavily and stared down at, what he called, a piece of art. A phone was placed in Marks hand. The killer picked it up and aimed it at the body.
Flash!
He took a picture, sniggering. The killer then took a photo of himself with the knife against his throat. The dark red lacing on the mask shone in the light. The killer sent it to all stations of media and the image spread like wildfire. Viewers in the town of Yarnfield saw the words engraved on the photos. It read:
HI YARNFIELD! WHOS NEXT ON THE KILL LIST?
SEE YOU SOON MOTHERFUCKERS!
The killer grabbed Marks ankles and dragged him away. It was sure that, soon, someone would meet there fate at the edge of the knife.
The only question is....who?
Authors Note:
HEYYY! How's this? Idk abt this one but I'm sure it'll come to me.
