A knife slices through bodies, sparing no one.
Screams filled the air as more and more people die a slow, torturing death, or a fast, painless, yet gruesome death.
You could see the men, writhing on the ground, twisting and crying in pain.
A wicked smile on their faces, as if they were going to be the killer, not the prey.
It was there, drifting on the air so that anyone walking nearby could tell.
The scent of blood floating around all of the bodies, identifying that they were dead.
You could see the blood splattered and pooled everywhere.
It looked like red satin rugs, lying underneath each body.
There were men sliced in half and strewn about every which way.
Some weren't even prepared, just struck down for the sins of their friends.
You could still see blood gushing out of the places where their heads, arms, and legs used to be.
Some men who got in the way had missing eyes, noses, or ears, and they had blood gushing out of their sockets, ruining their beds and their clothes.
A couple of them were still drawing in their last breaths, wondering who it was that had killed them.
He went up to them, and sliced off one's head, and sliced another one's body in half.
He cut off the heads of the ones that were dead and placed them on a stick or their swords so everyone who came by this way could see that these horrible men were dead.
They deserved to
die.
He remembered when he came upon them.
They were sitting around the fire, drinking, laughing, and telling stories like most drunks did.
It really pissed him off because they were alive and happy when a lot of innocent people were dead!
He sprang up from his hiding place and started attacking them. He didn't really think, it just came naturally. He wasn't even sure how he killed them, just that they were dead. All he could remember was him slicing through their flesh, spilling their blood all over their campsite. The screams, the pleas for mercy still fresh in his ears. The look of shock as he ignored their pleas and murdered them all. The whole campsite was down in less than five minutes. He moved solely on rage, and boy did it take him really far! Fast, too!
They were wicked people.
After absorbing the whole scene, he decided that what he did was right.
It may not have been an honorable battle for him to boast about, but then again, they didn't fight honorably, did they?
THE END
sorry, my first attempt at someone killing other people! i hope it wasn't too bad! Please R&R! suggestions welcome!
DragonQueen