TAINTED ROSE
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Last published Fri, Nov 29, 2013
The Academy.
The secondary two level prepared themselves. It`s to kill or be killed…
Class 2/4… A class filled with interesting to-be-assassins…
Katy screams, “I'm in your team!” in the other team’s territory.
Crystal taps their shoulders and runs as she drives a knife into the unsuspecting victim…
Rose hollers, “I'm going to puke!” as the other enemies ignored her and killed the others…
Helen hides in the dustbin, as they say, the most common place is the safest to hide…
Ties are used as nooses, the victims strangled or garroted by these makeshift weapons…
The floorball girls of the classes clash, floorball stick to floorball stick, their sticks laced with scissor blades…
The drama girls sang and danced, and were spared as the other classes thought, “Hmm, we should not kill them for they are good entertainment.” And when their backs were turned, they got a stab in the back, literally.
The art girls sprayed the eyes of their enemies with fixatives, momentarily blinding them as they ran their palette knifes through the enemies’ backs…
Such were the tactics of the cowardly ahem… Interesting class…
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