Skye's POV
~Dreamland~
"No! P-please stop!" The woman cried, holding her hands over the gash in her stomach. "Awww. Now why would I do that?" I growled with malice in my voice. I quickly slash her arm, causing her warm, beautiful blood to stream down as she screamed. "PLEASE! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" She sobbed. "Why?" I giggled. "Why am I doing this? Because people here disgust me." I snapped my voice quickly turning icy. "So...," I trailed. "I want to make you pay. To make you ALL pay! 16 years you all made my life hell. Until finally last year I change and now your ALL sorry." I say with disgust and venom in my voice. "You people make me sick to my stomach. Once you realize there's no way out, THEN you ask for mercy and forgivness. NOT ANY MORE!" I went into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "B-Because now, *laugh* you a-are ALL *laugh* gonna pay." I giggle. The woman saw the look in my eyes as I looked at her, and screamed. I rushed her and before I slit her throat I whisper "Look at the Skye... its the last pretty thing you'll see." and with one quick motion, gash open her throat a spray of blood going everywhere, including on me. I begin laughing again as I jump out the window. "You will now all remember Skye" I growled.
~Dream ends~
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The Love of A Killer(A Jeff the Killer love story)
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