In-Sane }Life)

In-Sane }Life)

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"Tsuki! What are you doing?!" Her body was up against a wall as her leg was strangled in a barbed wire. Tears came down her cheek as her bright green eyes looked straight at me. My dark blue eyes had turned a amethyst purple a smile broke on my face. My bare hands kneeled down and grabbed hold of the barbed wire. Whitney looked at me in fear as my hands started to ooze out the crimson red liquid. Slowly my arms tug on the wire constricting Whitney's leg. A high pitch scream came out as the wires only tighten in her flesh blood skin. The metal thorns dragging bits of flesh as it tightened and moved around her leg just like a snake strangling its prey. "Tsuki! What's wrong with you!" She said between groans looking at her my smile met her. She pressed her back against the wall. "Stay back! Your not Tsuki," she yelled out as I came closer towards her my hands dropping blood on the ground. Bringing my wounded fleshy hand in between Whitney and myself my tongue comes out and licks my bloody hand. Whitney's eyes widen as her hands try to unwrap the wire from her leg. While she tried though I backed off crawling over towards knife on the ground. Coming back I drenched the knife in dirt and her own blood. By the time I was done she was in tears of pain, and fear. "Tsuki... please..." she said chokingly "I know... this isn't you!" Bringing the knife over her chest a small tear comes out of my left eye burning my skin. "You don't know me, and no one will."
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