Drip. Drip.
The red substance splattered into the hardened ground, each piece of liquid larger than the last. The screeching of a sharp sword came from it, it covered with the same substance. Small, dainty steps were taken as the predator holding said sword slowly walked to his prey, a smile crept on his masked face. He kneeled down to examine his accomplishment.
A young girl laid before him, her chestnut hair falling down her bleeding face. Her green eyes wide open, lifeless along with the rest of her frail body. Her pink shirt, ripped from the slashes of the sword. The shirt was stained red for the new formed scars on her chest and tiny stomach. Her skirt became a dark red from the bleeding of her legs. Blood crawled to the ground every which way, running down to the bigger pool of red which laid beside her. The liquid rushed onto her already wet shoes, which were stained from the mud outside of the alley. A horribly abused body it was.
The boy relived the moment in his mind, still not satisfied of what he had done. He held his sword tight, thinking, this isn't enough for me. He grabbed her limp hand and cut her hand slowly, letting the blood stroll down her arm. Enjoying every minute of the torture. He threw the thumb straight into the dumpster, bringing his hand up to his ear to hear the noise clearly. A smirk forming on his face. He stood over the body.
"This is going to be fun. You. Me. And this lovely sword of yours."
He touched the tip of the sword with his finger, pricking it in the process. He tasted his blood. His tongue swirling all over it. He took it out, leaving a bit of his saliva on his nail.
"Eh, I can live with the taste."
He put his sword back down and walked away. As far as anyone was concerned, he was just wearing a costume on a Friday night, ready for a party. Nothing suspicious here!
He stared at his surroundings. Nearby, a young girl with a pink miniskirt and bra and a guy in a black suit were talking, the girl fiddling with her cigarette, explaining to the man of her prices of her job. To the left of the street, two Latino men were savagely fighting each other over a baby boy, whom neither have any relations to. In front of him were a couple, kissing against the brick wall. He stopped and stared at them, dreaming if he too would have that same connection with another.
"Hey! Why are you stopping?! Keep going."
He shook his head ferociously, blinking several times before he continued his stroll. As he walked past the two, he started to wonder what it would be like to have a first kiss. He stopped once again.
"Ugh, stop that! We have a job to do!"
He slapped his head, meaning to hit the mysterious voice.
"Whatever. I'm out of here. See ya tomorrow karate kid!"
"Huh?"
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"Marco! Where have you been?! I've been looking for you all over the place!" The blonde-haired girl asked. The boy had just gotten home, with a surprise visit in his room from his best friend. He shrugged his shoulders, wondering why in the world was he in the streets just minutes before.
"And why are you wearing your suit?"
"I don't know Star. All I know is that one minute I'm in my room on the computer, and the next I'm somewhere in the middle of a bad neighborhood!" He responded. He looked at his suit, red stains were on the tip of his shoes. Star had noticed that as well, and she walked closer to him with an eyebrow raised.
"Did you step some ketchup or something?" She asked.
"I don't know. Maybe? I really don't remember," he answered. Star pushed him on the hardwood floor, bending down to examine it up close.
"Hey! What are you-"
She took one of his heels off and smelled it. It reeked. She held her nose with her hand and held her dinner down.
"This does not smell like tomatoes," she said.
"Well of course they don't, it's been on the ground. Thousands of people probably stepped on it before me. Now give me my shoe back," he said. He reached for his shoe, but instead, Star grabbed his arms. She stared at his sleeves.
"Marco...your suit has the same stains on them," Star said. Marco's eyes widened. He didn't know what he did outside, but there were a million possibilities.
"Star, I don't know what happened, but I'm sure everything's fine."
"Um...if you say so, I guess," she said.
"I'm just gonna wash this stuff out tomorrow. You gotta get out. I'm gonna slip into my jam jams," he said. Star giggled.
"Jam Jams. Marco you weirdo." She stood up and walked out of the room, whispered goodnight, and closed the door. Thoughts appeared in her head about the red substance that was on her friend's clothing.
Hmm...
