Jace knew as soon as the thick, maroon blood splattered across his newly boughten pure white suit that spread like a cloak along his tall body and wide chest, it was going to be an awful day. He sneered at the body he was currently butchering and stomped even harder across the already broken, bloody, cold corpse. He stomped so hard that the cranium of the dead lifeless body finally gave in to his murderous nature and burst open like a tomato being cooked in the microwave. This didn't satisfy the man though. No, it made him angrier. Jace basically pounced on the blood splattered body and ripped the already demolished face apart, piece-by-piece with his hands. The face was scattered across the dark, cold, concrete ground. Jace looked down at the disgusting piece of artwork he's made and spat on it and kicked and stomped on it a couple more times for shits and giggles. Jace stood up and wiped his blood soaked hands on his bloody pants and and smiled while turning around to go through the door.
"Same time tomorrow then" Jace said with a sarcastic tone in his deep menacing voice.
Jace walked with fox like steps through the tightly sealed door and carefully closed it, as if not to wake anyone.
As if it were on cue the fleshy pieces of muscle and skin and pools of blood began shaking and moving back to the unrecognizable pile of flesh and bone. The pieces began to rearrange themselves into something that resembled a human and eventually piecing itself enough to have a full lipped, rosey cheeked, sad eyed woman. When all the flesh and blood finally came back to the woman you notice the scar along her lip and shoulder as her crow black hair, curled down her back covering her up as if it were a blanket of noir, keeping her modest. You hear sniffles and the heavy short breaths that come from the small woman as she tries to sob quietly even though no ones there to care or even hear her for that matter.
The woman silently whimpers, as if responding to what Jace had said,
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
