It covers me, a crimson mist, I can feel it soaking into my cloths, hot, and sweet.
Such a sweet scent, so much blood….
My hammer digs in deep under a ghoul’s jaw….teeth, and meat crushed under the blow.
More red mist sprays into the air,
The hatchet homes in, and through the rotted neck of once was a teen tart,,,still dressed in a cheerleader’s uniform.
I feel a tingle run through my arms and legs. A red mist fills my vision.
I hunger for more.
I swing in to… Continue
Posted on July 19, 2010 at 4:14pm