The Shades Of Killers
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"Is that all? Is this all you are? Oh trust me, there are so much more to you than you think. You haven't got the slightest idea what you yourself are capable of. And you already killed most of my men." She chuckled with her usual sadistic grin.
"Well. Try me you whore. I'll kill plenty more people just to stuff it in that big empty head of yours." I started laughing.
Blood and pain, blood and pain, its all I remember. Revenge. Kill. Sluts. People. Ivy. Hate. Crimson. Scream. RUN.
Whom is on what side? Can you tell? Can anyone tell? Does it even matter? Good and evil. Isn't it all the same? Pick a side.
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