The Death

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I was walking along the canal, wondering why I didn't eat any of my victims. As I reached the edge of the canal I saw three teenagers picking on a seven year old so I thought, using the last of my humanity, I would do the right thing. As clutched my knife handle my hand poured with sweat from my long walk, and approached the teenagers from behind. I pulled my knife out of my pocket and the little kid screamed and scarpered. The teenagers turned round but too late as I had thrown my knife at the biggest boys heart. He dropped dead. "Don't run boys!" I said with glee. This is he most action I've had in a long while, at least they are scared. My last 5 kills weren't scared of me. It was boring. I ran up and pinned one of the against a tree by his throat and yanked my knife out of the of the boys body's. I repeatedly gutted the boy I had pinned up on the tree until there was a pool of crimson blood at my feet. As I dropped him the other boy had pulled out a pocket knife and lunged at me. He punctured my arm and retracted a few paces back. I charged and tackled him down and slit his throat. I cut a hole in side, ripped out his kidney and took I bite. Ugh, it was bitter. I dropped the chomped on kidney and paced back to the manor. About 10 meters away from the doors I heard footsteps behind me.

*SLENDYS POV*
I heard I cry of pain as I rushed to the entrance if the manor accompanied by Jeff and Hoodie. I burst the doors open to see Jack with several knives through his back and a spear lodged in his skull. "FUCK!" I bellowed. He was dead. I carried him inside and laid him in his bed. We left him the night and would deal with his funeral in the morning.

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