Thrill
He was frozen, still, immobilized, unmovable. What had he just done? Sin. A BLOODY sin. A thin smile curved the edges of his pale lips. Beyond Birthday stared down at the 12 year old girl in his arms. She was dead, and he had killed her. Shock and fear pulled at her features. The right lens of her black rimmed glasses had been broken, blood slicked her dyed black hair. A Wispy, airy, choked laugh escaped Beyond Birthday's lips. He didn't care. Guilt hadn't tainted his thoughts, not once. The choked laughs turn psychotic, he'd gone mad. B dropped the girl. She rolled our of his arms and onto the gray-aqua carpet, leaving a small trail of blood. The scent of it was overwhelming. B dragged a pale, long, thin, finger across the fresh raw opening he'd made on her chest. He brought the scarlet covered finger to his mouth and licked.
"Delicious…" he whispered in slight awe.
B flipped the girl's body over then reached for the opening in her chest. His hand slithered into her. He'd hit something solid. B grabbed a hold of it, and tore if forcefully out. SNAP! Her ribs cracked and ripped out of her body. Instead of a pearly, white and being soft and smooth, they were a dark tainted brown, and rough. B licked at her disembodied ribs for more blood. He reached into her again, his fist clutched around something….Something soft, and squishy. Slowly, he pull it out vein by vein. Each snapping and pulling apart; the moment one broke, bloody would pour out like a waterfall. Finally he'd ripped out the young girl's heart. It amused him how her heart would fit in his fist almost perfectly. The psychotic laughs erupted from his chest. Blood was all over him. B dropped the heart. He went over to the lavender purple walls and smeared the blood from his hands onto the walls, then the beds sheets, all over the room. He poked at her heart and toyed with it. Like a curious child, Beyond Birthday tore at the girl's body, he carved his name into her stomach, he ripped out her organs, he stabbed her repeatedly, he wiped her blood everywhere. But then, he stopped. He dragged himself to the mirror next to the dresser. He starred at the crazed image that starred back at him, tugging at his black hair he smiled brutally, the laughs escaped him again.
"Ha…HA HA HA!"
This was what he was. This was his new game. This was Beyond Birthday.
