He pulled the knife from his jacket pocket, a thrill lighting his eyes at
the glint it gave from the setting sun.
His body trembled in anticipation, waiting for its demented release. He placed his wrist against the base of the knife, the one he'd taken from the kitchen.
It came slowly, sliding across the skin, cutting as it did so. Warm, red liquid, blood red, streamed like a river down his arm, flowing to join the small pool on the grass.
He stared with never ending fascination, a certain pleasure in his eyes.
He'd hit a main blood vessel.
He shivered, the enjoyment evident in his eyes.
He stopped.
The normal cold, uncaring look in the form of a scowl returning. He'd healed, the remnants of a scab showing. He growled unpleasantly, standing and thrusting half his arm into the cool clear water of the small, flowing river.
The water tinted reddish orange as the water washed away his life's essence. He removed it, all traces of blood gone.
He pulled his sleeve back down, taking his sneakered foot and soaking the ground where he was. The pool washed away, leaving the small patch tinted a soft red.
He stared at it, burning it black with is stare.
He thrust the knife in the river, the water tinting again then running clear before he pulled it out. It was stained darker than the former patch of grass.
He glared at it, hatred showing in his eyes.
Pain and pleasure.
That's what it brought.
Bring his hand back slightly, he through it into the river. He turned around, his overall spiked hair black like his eyes. Pale, light peach skin glistening in what was left of the sun.
Like him.
His tall frame was built of muscle; his over sized black shirt and sports jacket hiding all. Baggy black windbreaker pants helped hide his frame. The black Airs on his feet untied. He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets, taking a moment to look at the setting of the sun, then walked away. In confidence, and forever in deep though.
His body trembled in anticipation, waiting for its demented release. He placed his wrist against the base of the knife, the one he'd taken from the kitchen.
It came slowly, sliding across the skin, cutting as it did so. Warm, red liquid, blood red, streamed like a river down his arm, flowing to join the small pool on the grass.
He stared with never ending fascination, a certain pleasure in his eyes.
He'd hit a main blood vessel.
He shivered, the enjoyment evident in his eyes.
He stopped.
The normal cold, uncaring look in the form of a scowl returning. He'd healed, the remnants of a scab showing. He growled unpleasantly, standing and thrusting half his arm into the cool clear water of the small, flowing river.
The water tinted reddish orange as the water washed away his life's essence. He removed it, all traces of blood gone.
He pulled his sleeve back down, taking his sneakered foot and soaking the ground where he was. The pool washed away, leaving the small patch tinted a soft red.
He stared at it, burning it black with is stare.
He thrust the knife in the river, the water tinting again then running clear before he pulled it out. It was stained darker than the former patch of grass.
He glared at it, hatred showing in his eyes.
Pain and pleasure.
That's what it brought.
Bring his hand back slightly, he through it into the river. He turned around, his overall spiked hair black like his eyes. Pale, light peach skin glistening in what was left of the sun.
Like him.
His tall frame was built of muscle; his over sized black shirt and sports jacket hiding all. Baggy black windbreaker pants helped hide his frame. The black Airs on his feet untied. He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets, taking a moment to look at the setting of the sun, then walked away. In confidence, and forever in deep though.