"Kill one killer and the number of killers is the same. What did you hope to accomplish? Did you try to rid this world of a killer." The boy looked up at the man. His hands stained with blood. His eyes glazed over with pain. His blond hair stuck in clumps. Beside him lay the body of another. His chest cut open. Blood was everywhere. The boy looked back down at his hands and closed his eyes. "I....I made the world a better place. A better place for everyone." He whispered over and over. A man crouched down next to him. He looked at the scene. A body. Blood. The boy sat with his knees on the ground. His head on his closed fists. A knife laid beside him. Stained with blood. The flashing of red and blue lights signaled police. The man looked at the boy and smiled. "By ridding this world of a killer you also made one. You are no better than him. You're the same." He whispered. His words reaching the boy. He looked at the knife beside him. Shaky hand reached for it. Closing the fingers around the hilt. He brought it up to his throat. Taking a gulp of air before plunging the knife into his own skin.
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I Sold My Soul To The Devil (Short writings)
RandomHere a few short writings of people selling their soul to satin. I don't know why I thought of this but ya. If you have any questions about it just commet or message me. Thanks for reading.
