Subject #6
Strapped to a large wooden wheel upon the wall of the white room, the young male Killjoy struggled to free himself. About 10 metres in front of him was a stainless steel table which lay on top of it, long-bladed knives.
Upon seeing the knives, the Killjoy could see exactly what was going to happen to him and he started to struggle even more, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
The door of the room squeaked open and Korse walked in, a slight smirk on his lips. Korse looked at the Killjoy and flashed him a grin before turning, picking up one of the knives and looked at it, admiring how they were polished so that he could see his reflection in it.
He called for a Draculoid and gave it an order the Killjoy could not hear. Then, the Draculoid walked over to the Killjoy and grabbed onto the wheel before pulling it down, making it spin quickly.
The Killjoy let out a small, frightened yelp as the wheel span. Korse took aim with the knife in his left hand and one eye closed. The Killjoy could not see what was going on in front of him; everything looked like one massive blur of white and grey.
Then suddenly, he heard a thump near his right ear. Korse had thrown the knife, but it only just missed the Killjoy's head. Korse picked up another knife and took aim once again. This time, it pierced straight through the Killjoy's left shoulder, earning a pained scream from him and a small amount of blood to spurt out.
The next knife that was thrown stabbed the Killjoy in the leg. The Killjoy screamed again, but the scream was cut short as the Killjoy vomited due to dizziness.
Korse chuckled at this, enjoying the Killjoy's pain and discomfort. He picked up the third knife and lobbed it at the Killjoy, stabbing him in the right forearm.
More knives were thrown, piercing the Killjoy's body in various places, such as, his thigh, arms and abdomen, Now the Killjoy was bloody from the neck down and his screams did not cease.
With the wheel still spinning, Korse picked up the last knife. This knife was different from all the other knives thrown at the Killjoy. This knife was much longer and wider that the others.
Korse didn't waste time admiring this one like he did with the others and threw it without taking time to aim properly.
The knife flew across the room at an amazing speed. The Killjoy, with no clue of what was coming, copped the knife in the neck, beheading him.
Blood spurted out of the Killjoy's neck like a high pressure fountain and coated the walls and wheel in crimson. The wheel stopped spinning and Korse looked at the bloody mess. He started to laugh loudly at the scene before him. The Killjoy's head rolled towards Korse and stopped when it bumped into his foot. Korse looked down at it and smiled, before kicking it across the room like a soccer ball, with a lot of force. The Killjoy's head flew across the room and hit the wall opposite, causing it to smash into bits of bloody skull, brain and face.
Korse laughed even harder and walked out of the room…