Snapped
A short horror story by Alice Elric 7
The Shinigami stood in a room filled with bloody corpses. There were five to be exact, and their blood stained the once-white walls a dark red. He stood there with his dripping Death Scythe and smirked at the carnage he had created.
He glanced at the two carcasses in the corner and thought of how he'd killed the weak, brown haired one first, then the other, who had begged the murderer to stop as he held his fallen lover.
The Shinigami then turned to the old, gray haired man lying on the floor. Not even the world's greatest grim reaper could have stopped him. Next to the legend was a creature that was already so red it was impossible to tell what was blood and what it was originally wearing. The killer heard coughing behind him and turned to his last corpse.
Except the corpse was still alive. The butcher frowned for a moment, then shrugged and walked towards the dying man. He crouched beside the nearly gone reaper. "Why," it rasped. "Why did you do this?" This was taking to long. The murderer stabbed his death scythe into Ronald's heart and pulled it out.
Will brought the blade to his lips and licked the blood as he watched the light fade from his lover's eyes.
Hellos~ alice elric here! This is my first story and I hope no one was too creeped out. I probably won't do any more horror stories but don't be disappointed! I plan to write a ton more stuff, but forgive me if I don't write to often; I hate typing. I wrote this to freak out my friend Germanhowl, and please review!