I step backwards at the sight. A room covered in blood, my hands and knuckles bruised from beating the bastards and my clothes stained. But after the fear came, relief ran through my body. I smile at the blood on my hands, such a deep beautiful red. Made me crave it. My own or someone else's or someone else's. In the end, they're just people. And then I left on my killing spree. Each time blood wasn't spilled it made me want more.
By now I was on my 5th kill and was far from finished. I go to the man who was cowering away from me, I can get whatever I want with fear. A powerful and manipulative emotion, for me of course not them. My victims. I grab the neck of my victim and apply pressure, slowly adding more and more and more until they were choking out pleads. I pull away my hands and admire the bruise with a smirk. Wow, not too bad.
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FanfictionTheir family is torn apart after what he done, he couldn't live with the guilt. But what will happen when their oldest follows his fathers footsteps while Adrienne is shattered. So I'm gonna split the story into 3 parts. Part One = An intro and bac...
