Um...so, I came up with a new story idea that I hope you guys like.
Now, I'm going to warn you. This is a lot more messed up than my other stories. This is going into the mind of a serial killer, so there's going to be a ton of graphic details in here. Some that some readers should stay away from.
On another note, its pretty disturbing, so if you're easily freaked out, I would advise you to not read. Definitely don't want to scar anyone for life...
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Still here? I'm impressed!
Anyway, so, this is just the prologue, so that's why its so short. I wanted to give you a good hook to get started.
Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia.
Enjoy, guys. Let me know what you think.
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Blood...
So much blood...
I can't recall a time I had ever seen so much in my life. It coated the walls, the floor. Some had even reached the sterile white ceiling in splotches.
As my trail of vision swept over the crimson substance, I witnessed the bodies cut into pieces on the floor. Some had been mutilated beyond recognition. My body began to tremble, wondering if I would end up just like these poor souls.
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That is, until I found the bloodied saw clutched in my hand...