Tragedy Strikes All

Hey guys, this is the first story I have written so don't expect it to be awesome . Ok that makes me sound like I am awesome but I'm not. But please read at least the intro and vote and comment if you want to see more. ok here ya go! (:

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It didn't have to turn out like this.

No one had to die.

If only he wouldn't have tried to escape.

No one would have died.

No blood trickling down faces.

No random body parts scattered here and there.

No one screaming for their lives and running around like maniacs.

Oh but that sweet, sweet sound.

The amazing sounds of  people screaming for their lives.

The beautiful crimson colored liquid that flows out like a waterfall.

The adrenaline that runs through your veins with that first slice deep into human skin.

The sound of ripping flesh.

The felling of  getting away with it. Never getting caught.

Not a thing in the world could bring down for a while, but then, you feel the guilt and it overpowers you and you can't take it anymore then you have to do it again and again.

This is the reason why we have names like psychotic and crazy.

They think that the names get into our heads and stop us from what we do.

In fact, it fuels us.

It gives us confidence to continue.

Eventually we just block all the names, cries for help, everything out.

My name is Louis Tomlinson and I...am a killer.

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There ya go guys. And yes, I say "ya" so deal with it. It won't be used in the story don't worry. But what do you think of it so far? vote and comment plz! If I can get 5 votes I will update!! (: