So here i am again. Sat in the lovely warm liquid named blood. My clothes were blue before this. Now theyre a warm and lovely red. I push out a crazed laugh and the remaining victims that are alive for brief moments lie staring in shock. I finish off my laugh and look down at the pool of crimson at my disposal. I dip my finger in it and splatter DB onto the wall. I love supporting the cause, or whatever Mr.Misdere says it is. I dont really listen even though im top of whatever the hell i do.
I stand up and stretch, i feel the blood drip off my shirt. I laugh at the tickling feeling of the blood. I smirk and wipe off the chunks of that kid off my jeans. I never enjoyed his company too much. He made me annoyed too much. Not enough confidence either. I walk over to the metal barrel by the door and kick it over spilling gasoline over the red floor giving it a shiny tint. I enjoy the look of blood with gasoline it looks like the colour of my walls in my chamber.
Pulling out a match from the box contained in my pocket i light it across the rough door frame and throw it into the puddle of gasoline behind me. I run out and down the stairs, i turn around and glance at the dirty, flaming room. I love it. I run out the house and put on my terrified face and scream for help. That'll get a few more casualties.
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De TodoI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
