"speaking"
thoughts
Was it odd to crave the sight of blood? Long to smell its sent?
He didn't think so...
Perhaps what was really odd was his love for the sight of marred flesh. He took joy from seeing what was once smoothe and flawless; pierced, burned, ripped, and destroyed.
Was that odd?
Was it sick?
Was it a sign that he needed help? Or did he need to be put to death to save the lives of others?
Possibly that last one, because if there was one thing he loved more than the sight of the horrible demise of others...
it was causing it...
AN: Spooky...
R&R please.