Ah, the blood, the tears, the begging not to be killed. I love it, the screams of agony. It makes me feel whole...
As I wonder around the now abandon asylum, I wonder on who my next victims would be. Maybe that Anna girl who comes here every night. Yeah, she would be beautiful with her guts spilled on the floor...
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As the darkness spread across the land that the abandon asylum sat on, any sign of the sun nowhere to be seen. The whispers of the soft, flowing wind could only be heard. Everything was calm, quiet and peaceful.. But not for long.
"How is that scar feeling today?" Asrath asked, his voice husky and raspy but calm.
"Better.." I replied timidly. Of course it still hurt but it wasn't that bad. Although I still can't comprehend why I coughed up the bullet instead of dying on the spot but I have other things to worry about right now. Anna was not here, she always came at this time. I sat in a nearby wheel chair and sighed.
"Do you see Anna out there?" I asked Asrath and he shook his head. "I'm afraid not." He replied to my dismay. Hours passed until I heard the front door entrance open, I heard someone talking, it was a man and I just chucked.
"This will be fun..."
