I could not believe I was doing this; I changed a lot within this few years...I changed so much- if I could see myself, I would be scared.
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I picked up a blade slowly but steadily on the wet floor and walked to the room in front, with my shirt sticking to my body from blood...not my blood.
"Bruise!" I called out walking quietly into the room I could barely hear my own footsteps.
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I could have just killed Bruise and went my way. I didn't want it to end easily; I wanted him to die a slow, painful death for no definite reason.
I was not having my revenge on him; I didn't know him. Even though I wasn't sent, I still felt the need to kill him painfully.
"Please! Please!!" He begged for his life joining his palms together and tears rolling down his eyes as I pushed his head slowly to a rolling blade........
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His blood splashed all over the wall, on my face; Next his brain and all other yucky parts.
I took a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped my face.
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Turned my back and walked like nothing ever happened.
"This is my last operation" I promised myself... Again.
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That was an intro. Don't jump into conclusion yet and don't hate nobody, at least not yet.
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The Castaway
ActionI knew leaving the blood gang would bring great pain on me, but I did anyway. Now what lies ahead is more than I can bear....I'm Ben Bruce
