A sadistic smile played on my lips as I counted down the seconds until the bloodshed could begin. I held my gun tighter trying to stop my hands trembling as much as possible, not from fear but from excitement.
Fifteen more seconds until the game could begin. A game that only I could play. A game concurred up by my sick, twisted, sadist mind. A game that was sure to be thrilling.
Just ten more seconds until I could hear their agonising cries as the sound of my bloodthirsty bullets smack their soft, delicate skin. I licked my cracked lips as if tasting the metallic taste of their blood.
Five more seconds until I could pull the trigger, the trigger that would release the bullet and would end many lives and bring devastation to many hopeless families.
How pathetic.
One more second, I mentally thanked my twisted mind for urging me to join the war as it meant I could do what I loved to do, in many, horrific, torturing and excruciating ways.
Bang! The sound of the Gun rung through my ears! Signalling the start of a race. However, in this case, the start of a massacre or my very sick game.
I slowly pulled the trigger savouring the feeling of the cool metal against my warm finger.
Bang! This time, the noise was from my gun. I watched in glee as the bullet I fired collided with the flesh of my victim's cheek.
Immediately his faced changed from an ordinary face to one of a monster. To the left of his face was a swelling of flesh and blood where the bullet had impacted. His right eye had now fallen out of its socket, hanging by a single stretched vein which looked, liked it could give out at any second. The nose which once stood proudly on the handsome face was no longer there in its place was blood, lots of blood. In spite of this what stood out the most was his mouth. It looked like he was trying to say something, threats, curses, wishes or even a scream for his dear life, I couldn't care less.
I glared at my piece of work, still not satisfied with it. I shot the body a couple more times until it looked like a heap of skin with a thick red liquid oozing out in various places. I tightened my grip on my gun once again. This one kill was still not enough; still not enough to quench my thirst.
I looked around the area searching for something or someone to be my next victim I continued searching the battled field which was now dyed red with the blood of the dead. Yet to my displeasure there was not a soul of the army left on the battlefield.
I clenched my fist still hungry for blood and gore. Another sadistic smile tugged at my lips as I slowly turned my head to the left so I was now facing one of my so called 'comrades'. Noticing my stare he gave me a quick grin before turning to talk to another one of my 'comrades'.
No one was on my side. No one was my comrade. No one was a friend. Everyone was an enemy.
"Time to go to sleep" I muttered before firing the killing bullet…
Everyone needed to go to sleep.
