He died because he bullied.
He never took no for an answer. Any order he issued to his 'minions', as he called them, was to be done as he said with no questions asked. It was his way or the highway, and if there was even the slightest hint of hesitation or resistance from you, you were brutally beaten into submission. No one ever dared to stand up to him because anyone who crossed his path was completely, utterly afraid of him. He ruled over anyone and everything he wanted. Popular and smart, he was conniving and found ways to get what he wanted... Even if it meant hurting someone else. He never felt a single shred of regret for the pain he inflicted on anyone weaker than him.
He died because he was lustful.
No girl who entered his vision was safe. He would use his handsome charms and faux innocent blue-eyed looks to lure innocent, naive girls into his bed. He would use them, and throw them away as he pleased. Hoards of women constantly paraded around him, dressed in whatever skimpy clothes he would find appealing. Even they would do whatever he pleased, despite his belittling nature. He treated them like trash, then made them want to come back to him like lovesick puppies. Many of the girls he used tried to hide rough bite marks, swollen and angry red patches, and black and blue bruises.
He died because he made advances on me.
He cornered me on my way home. He had been following me, and I had pointedly been trying to ignore his presence. He had grabbed me and forced me into a dark alley, tugged on my clothes while saying dirty, perverted things. His intentions were crystal clear. No girl had escaped his 'affections' before, and there was no way I would either. He told me to relax, I wouldn't mind so much later.
HE DIED because I thrust my pocket knife into his chest again, and again, and again, until his cries of agony died down and all that was left was my burning anger and the crimson liquid on my clothes. I wiped off a speck of blood from my cheek.
He deserved it.
Author's Note: Haha what is this-
Um, so, have another chapter, mysterious readers who leave no feedback. ._. I wanna know if anyone can figure out who these Vocaloids are? (I'm sure it's easy to figure out ._.)
BTW, each of the Vocaloids featured in this fic I love a ton and in no way hate at all, so don't even ask why I'm turning them into horrible people. For the sake of fanfiction...? .-. Heh...heheh...
Anyways, hope you... 'liked'... ._. Let me know what you think in a review?
Disclaimer: I don't own any Vocaloids, and I don't even have a pocket knife. I just love to use them!