A high pitched scream filled the room as the large blade slid soundly into his soft flesh. Blood trickled from his mouth, filling his lunges with warm red liquid, as his screams died in his throat. The feeling of pain the killer felt coming from his victim caused a fire to light his body. It felt so good to kill again. It had been such a long time.
He had seemed so harmless always sat on his sister's bed with that creepily yet happy look on its face. It never looked like it could hurt a fly. He had never imagined they would get into the situation they was in now. But it was too late for her. She was already gone. Suddenly the blade was pulled roughly from his raw flesh, letting cold air seep into his fresh wound. Who knew anything cold hurt this much?
A single pawed hand lifted the knife above its fluffy orange head; if its mouth could move from its happy smile to and evil smirk, it would have done. But the somewhat creepy smile was stitched onto its stuffing filled face. Giving into the feeling killing gave it; it brought the knife down again, ripping into his victims flesh and straight into his heart.
Blood splattered everywhere staining the carpet and his cloths. The last thing he saw was the rainbow printed onto his killer stomach as his eyes closed and the blood drained from his body.