The Murderer's Play

Prelude

The theater looked like a war-zone, the walls where spattered with blood as nine people walked through the carnage, the youngest was a five year old girl with bright amber eyes and long black hair, in her small blood covered hands were long locks of hair of every color, her eyes scanned the body with an envious glare as she stopped at a body of an eighteen year old girl whom had shaved her head long before coming into the theater; her small eyes glared at the mature body as she looked over her small body and frowned as she cupped the dead girl’s cheek. On the belt of her blood stained dress was a knife that looked as if it was dropped in a pool of blood and used it to carefully cut open the chest of the girl’s shirt as she looked at the round and supple breasts that seemed to mock her underage and flat chest; the little girl glared as she drove the knife into the body’s breast-bone and slid it under the skin on both ends to make a path way for her small hands. Behind her was a skinny 16 year old boy whom looked as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks grinning at the body of a boy his age and licked his lips, his shaggy red hair covered his green eyes as he grabbed an arm and looked it over as if checking for any sign of dieses and licked his lips before biting into the wrist until he had bitten clean through and torn a chunk of the arm out as the veins and muscle stretched and teared with a sickening snap before he chewed the flesh and bone contently before slurping the veins and flesh outside of his lips. His hands up to his elbows were covered in blood as he laughed madly to himself, his pale skinned seemed to the tanned by the blood that he wiped from his mouth as he resumed his grotesque meal before he glanced at a shiny necklace around the boy’s neck.

“Hmm, it looks rather tacky…” He thought aloud before he heard the sound of shoes walking up to him as a slender yet male hand was held out to him, the red-head rolled his eyes and removed the necklace and handed it to the 26 year old man whom looked over it in interest.

The man was tall and well filled out for the height of 5’7” as he eyed the simple necklace, his focus more on the small gems that hung down from the center, his deep brown eyes narrowed as he pulled out a special tool and held it to his left eye as he examined the gems then gave a small grumble of disappointment and put it into his pocket. His suite was already covered in blood so the bloody necklace wouldn’t do anymore harm before he began to search the other bodies for anything of value, his slick back black hair was merely for show as he kept his longer hair behind him in a ponytail. Sitting on the stage was a  21 year old woman using the blood from a dismembered head to fixe her smeared lipstick with a grin before she looked it over with a pocket mirror, her twin sister was watching her with a certain gleam in her eyes as she sat on a dead man’s body, her hand resting on his death erection as she grinned admiring her sister’s silky hair and glowing cream toned skinned with lustful grey eyes, her twin looked at her and grinned back then began to clean under her nails before she jumped at a loud crashing sound as a body was thrown into the wall by a 20 year old man with cold blue eyes and short brown hair; the man snarled as he stormed to the body he threw and began to stomp on the head of the broken body until the theater echoed with a loud wet popping sound as he growled and spit on the body.

“The fuckin’ bitch bit me.” The man snarled as he found the nearest weapon he could, which had happened to be a hammer and was soon once again on a frenzied mission to smashed the body into a bloody pulp as the bones snapped and shattered under the skin as the body soon began to pass blood and shards of bone as well as bodily waste as certain pieces of bone broke through the skin as blood spattered the man’s face.

From backstage the six people jumped at the sound of a woman’s scream as whistling soon followed as the man with slick black hair chuckled darkly, he knew why the woman was screaming and who was back there as the sound of an elderly man’s voice seemed to coo to the dying woman as she pleaded for mercy; an unmistakable sound of peeling flesh made the little girl shutter in thought of what the woman may be going through but soon the twins seemed to chuckle then laugh as the one on the dead body was now rubbing the dead erection quicker as she gazed at the man in the suite who looked back at her and gave her a sly wink before her twin yawned and examined her nails, a sudden plopping sound made her head turn to the five year old whom was now holding a silicon implant in her hands and looking at it curiously.