Blood On My Blade
A/N: Whose POV? You decide. Was intended to be my OC's but, it fits a few other characters...
It gave me a sickening pleasure to see it. I never used to be this way, you know. But...Well, I changed. Yeah. That flowing crimson... So disgusting to some, but to me, it's just... pleasure. I'm a very sick person for this, I know, but the truth is, I enjoy it. To see life so easily slip from the flesh of a body, to feel the still warm blood, just not on my blade, but on my hands, my arm... Just... It's bliss.
...
You think me mad, don't you?
Heh, maybe I am. I can't believe I'm actually taking time to write this. I hear screams of pain just outside my door. No, not real ones. Not yet. Yes, I said not yet. I'll kill just to feel the blood. I don't drink it or anything, but... Well, I don't know.
...I am mad.
And I know what you must be thinking. Maybe bot the main thought, but you're thinking it. Yes, I know I'm headed straight for hell. I have been for a long time. I've murdered with no reason but want of blood, need of blood...
...I fear the hour grows late and what I have to write winds to an end.
-=-There is ink, mixed with blood, spilt on the remainder of the page, which is town a few inches down. This was signed, but the signature is covered by the ink and blood.-=-
Fin