One-Shots

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"Run! Go! Run away from yourself! Good luck! Hahahaha!" an eerie voice screamed. Everywhere he turned, pitch black greeted him. It took him a while before he could finally see his ways.

His hands began to shake in fear as he observed his surroundings. Blood and dead bodies were scattered everywhere, adding colour to the walls. Dripping read blood and rotten pale body

Small sweat beads formed on his forehead. Various thoughts ran through his mind as his feet stomped swiftly through the cold tunnel.

"How did I end up here? What happened? Whose voice was that?" asked his blank mind.

"It's your fault!" the eerie voice answered.

He tried to run faster but his legs were starting to fail him. Every inch of his muscles burnt, begging him to stop with every step he took. His legs finally gave up and his body kissed the floor. Knees and arms, both were scratched.

A hint of laughter was heard from afar.

Screech! Screech! A metallic thing was pressed firmly against the tunnel wall. He used all his strength to get up and move away from the sound as four pale hands kept him glued to the floor.

A silver sharp blade was suddenly flashed in front of him before he felt a sharp pain from his finger.

"Boy, boy, boy! Never did, I thought I would see you like this, did you?" the eerie voice spoke again.

A heavy boot was felt on his head before his charming white face came contact with the salty water on the floor. Hits of greens were visible on his face.
The grips on his hands started to loosen up. "This is my chance!" he thought. He tried to get up and run away from the man when he felt a sword slashing through his legs.He fell down with a thump. A horrific loud piercing escaped his mouth.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Now, who taught you to escape? Poor little soul, you've just lost your legs for nothing," said the voice.

His dark brown eyes flashed fury and he said "You twisted human being! What do you want? Who are you?"

"I wouldn't be that rude if i were you. I've got quite a temper. Call me, Deadly. I guess?" he said before a loud maniacal laugh filled the cold atmosphere.
"Your face needs some of my art," said Deadly while bringing his face close to him.

He swiped his little knife across the boy's face, leaving traces of blood all across the boy's face. The small blade from his pocket made its way towards the boy's dark pink lips.

"From the left to the right. That's the way you do it! I will prove it! I will prove it! Everybody sing along with me!" sang Deadly.

His hands were working painfully slow on the boy's face. Making sure that only the best should be marked. The boy struggled again to only find no avail. A few pale hands were still loyal, making sure that his body never left the floor.

Flashes of memories flooded the boy's mind as he felt his soul escaping His eyes were screaming for help. His eyes grew heavier and heavier with every blink he made. He struggled to keep it open, not wanting to lose now.

A bloody smile was etched perfectly on his face, starting for the boy's left ear, forwarding towards his lips and ending at his right ear. Deadly took some steps back to admire his masterpiece. A proud smile that was attached onto his face turned into a frown.

"Aww, going so soon? Come one, the game has just started!" said Deadly.
Deadly's hand reached the boy's pocket. A red lighter was found.

"Well, what do we have here? Where's the cigarettes? Don't you want to share some with me?" asked Deadly.

Silence. No reaction came from the boy.

"No! No! No! You can't leave now! No! Not yet! I'm not done with you! Come back you, Zyler!" said Deadly while shaking Zyler's body aggressively.

He flicked the lighter and the shadows danced gracefully on Zyler's face. His features seemed more defined in this dim light he just created. His thick brows shaped his face, adding some boldness into his look while his dark brown asian-like-eyes did instead.

His brunette hair was stuck onto his forehead due to the amount of sweating he did.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How more pathetic can you be? You never cared about others, did you? That's why you deserved this! This painful pathetic trap that you've created for yourself! Now, let me finish my work."

A blade was swung across Zyler's head, separating the head from the body. Deadly caught the head undoubtedly. He took his own time to admire it. His hand made through Zyler's straight.

"Urgh, rich boys an their hair gel,"

Using the small blade he had, he carefully cut off all the hair on Zyler's hair.

"It's been a long time without you my friend. And I'll tell you all about it when i see you again," sang Deadly while stroking the bald head.

"Dolly, Dolly on the wall, now I've found you a new pal!"

A quiet hysterical laugh escaped his lips as he traced his way back home.
He left the body there to dine the rats while he was complimenting himself for finding a new collection.
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I wrote this stuff up when I was 14 or something. *sigh* Why am I always up for gore?