Fun in the waterpark

Look at all the young children, running, playing having fun. They laugh and they jump with great smiles on their faces, I stare at them, eyeing them out one by one, as they each go through the small water fountains. I stand up, I thought I ought to join them, after all we are all roughly the same age. I start to walk to them yielding a blade in my hand behind my back. I pass by a sign that reads "no shoes permitted," but I have something much worse than a pair of shoes. One of the kids fall over, no one seems to notice that he is down, he has scraped his knee. Ah the smell of blood, it is so rich in the metallic iron coursing through your veins. I go over to the kid to "help". With one quick slash all of the fountains go red as the now diluted blood and water pumps through every one. I take a step back from the lifeless body hearing all the children screaming, a couple of them slipping over as they try to run away, and a couple adults calling the police. I notice what such a masterpiece I had created. I knelt back down to the body and ran my fingers over the the huge gash that went from his neck all the way down to the middle of his back. The blade cut through his shirt, and I could feel it cut through several layers of skin and muscle, and I'm pretty sure I felt a bone.