Crimson Red

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  I grabbed his wrist, and pulled his body closer to mine. Putting all my strength on my right fist, I swung it up at him, knocking him backwards as the bus stopped to a jolt. I walked over to him, and grabbed his collar. Blood was spurting from his nose, and I couldn't help but chuckle. I took out my small penknife, and pinned him against the bus wall. He was struggling, but I felt his breathing stop when I quickly slashed his knee. He gasped, and I took my chance, slitting his neck open. He was screaming, but as the blood splattered all over me, I could feel one thing, his vocal cords.

 I ripped them out, and his wide eyes squeezed shut. He looked at me, and his eyes were filled with so much fear. I only stared back at them. I smiled; and cleaned my hands and knife slowly from his crimson red blood. I think I'll just leave him there. I smiled at him, and retrieved my phone from his ice-cold hands, leaving the blood-soaked handkerchief on his face.

  I alighted the bus carefully, and ducked for some cover. It won't be so bad; but he was an unexpected one. Hopefully the company will be pleased at my extra work. I quickly went to a small diner, and ordered a triple bacon sandwich and some strawberry milkshake, going into their toilets for a while to clean and rinse myself as best as I could. Not too bad, i thought as I stared at myself in the mirror.

After hungrily devouring my food like a pack of wolves, I headed out to the reunion party.