The Last Zauberboy

I was too in rage to think straight, i wanted to rip his head off his body.

As the jocks practiced football, i sat on the bleachers watching Jason, how could he.

He didn't see me, no one did. But the more i stared at his face the angrier i got, rage filled my eyes, until, boom.

The field was drenched in blood with chunks of flesh and marrow scattered all over the place as Jason's headless body slowly fell to the ground, squirting blood all over the grass.

Everyone had fled out the scene leaving me, watching under the bleachers.

Love the taste of blood.