PSYCHO: Shadows of Lost Souls

PSYCHO: Shadows of Lost Souls

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Psycho is my name, my legacy, my life. There is a thin line between so many things, where I don't know what's right and wrong, up or down, fantasy and reality that I've lost track of trying to make sense of it all. All I know is when the red juice of Satan falls from a persons body... It feels really good. "I don't like people, they're mean and cruel and stupid... Oh how stupid they are." He stepped out of the dark in heavy clunky boots that echoed throughout the dim room. "Well it's lucky I am not human then. Come with me, this cell is too small to hold an appetite like yours." She let out a cackle that bounced of the walls making even her cell mate cringe and with that she took his hand and passed through the cell. It's play time. WARNINGS: Contains - LGBT themes, Blood and Gore, Suicidal thoughts and probably some other bad stuff so..... Not for the faint hearted. ALSO.... This is my first story on Wattpad.
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My weapon slips from my loose grip, clattering on the ground as I allow myself to take a breath before turning to Jen. She looks up at me weakly, a whimper breaking past her blood-filled mouth, struggling to say something. I crouched down next to her, quickly applying pressure to the wound on her gut. She flinches, convulsing, then coughs up more blood. I shake my head, knowing is impossible for me to save her, but I try anyway. "C-Come on J-Jen, stay with me." She trembles violently, but the tiniest smile creeps onto her face. "Th... That's sweet P-Pat...b...but it's just... a dream... remember?" She starts to close our eyes, seeming to accept death. "N-No... No no no! Don't you dare!" My shouting causes Jen to look up at me again. I start to shake, tears lining my eyes. I can't take this. I just can't. "I can't watch you die... not again..." She stares at me for a moment, about to speak when something behind me catches her attention. A familiar shadow looms over me, and I look up just in time to see two gleaming red eyes, with black, dragon-like pupils. "You won't have to." He chuckles, slitting my throat before I can scream. Warning for slight gore, depression, and violence.

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