Flynn was getting too close to me. More than I would of liked, I'd told him to stop and that if he'd continue this behavior it would be the last mistake he would make. But he didn't listen and kept nugging closer and closer to me, I grabbed the pocket knife that laid next to my hand on the old stadium bench. I swung it at his head and stabbed his left eye. He shriek in pain as I drove the knife further into his eye socket. Blood began to run out of his eye as I twisted the knife around the socket. I knew I had to move quickly and did the same thing to his other eye. the shrieking became louder as I drove it into his eye. After that all that was left was to decorate the soon corps of Flynn with a pentagram. It was rather painful to him but so beautiful to me. After that I left him there, to bleed, rot and die. But it still want more, I still wanted more.
