Rated M for Blood


Red.

Red was good.

Red was the color of the freshly picked strawberries his aunt would sometimes send.

Red was the color of pretty little Maria Rosa's hair.

Red was the color of watermelon juice his mother would make when she was sober.

Red was the color the of the baby's cheeks from down the block when he cried.

Red was all he saw as it spilled out of the wound.

The screams of the other boys barely registered in his brain as he watched with wide eyes as the crimson liquid splattered on the ground. His knife...the switch blade he always carried with him pressed deep within the boys stomach. His heart beat thumped against his ears as the tight grip on his wrist slowly began to loosen. He inhaled hot and stale air in shuttered breaths, feeling his muscles clench and release and quick spasms. He twitched, feeling a cold trickle slither down his chest and into his belly before it warmed. It was a light warmth in his tummy, before it began spreading out to his chest, fingers, toes, all the way to the roots of his hair.

The warm blood that continuously spilled on to his hand felt like liquid fire. It was burning. Burning. It burned his skin and he wanted more. His breath left him in a cold 'whoosh' and he was suddenly filled with a swirl of excitement. Thin, chapped lips curled up crudely into a wide, nearly splitting grin and he pulled out the knife in a swift movement. Only to plunge it back in the soft skin in front of him. Blood continued to splatter out as he continuously stabbed at the boy.

He panted in a near greedy way, shakily taking in the tainted air. He stabbed and stabbed, breath coming out of him in spurts of laughter, until he was peeling with laughter, feeling a buzz of sadistic and psychotic pleasure spread through him from his very core. He didn't notice the lack of struggle until he ended up slicing his finger in his maniac movements. He panted heavily, feeling his head throb and his mouth water as he finally, truly took up the smell of the air.

His tongue poked out and he licked his dry lips, tasting the blood that had splattered on them. He shivers again and stared at the near mutilated body beneath him. He hadn't even took notice that he had pinned him down. His eyes glowed and a twisted smile curled on to his lips. He stares at his dripping and tainted hands.

What a pretty shade of red~