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stab, this time going through the tissue, bone along with her back and into the wood of the wall. He lets the handle go and slowly tilts his head to the left, silently admiring his own handiwork as his heavy breathing softened.
was bleeding from head and shoulders like a stuffed pig. Michael took another stab at her with the knife, his dark and obscured eyes were filled with a cold animalistic rage. His right hand quickly caught her neck, and clenched tightly. Then lifting her up slowly, looking at her eyes as he did so.
shape was ungodly determined to get his target. The pain from the slash along with the blow to his head throbbed, but the adrenaline alongside his will snuffed the pain out. Michael took another slash at her, with his butcher knife.
while his right hand grabbed the handle of her axe. Quickly hitting her in the face with the haft of the axe, then taking it from her and dropping it to the side. The shape wanted it out of his way, it annoyed him despite his left shoulder bleeding profusely while adrenaline was coursing within him.
Michael was breathing heavily as he clenched on the knife, and began walking towards the front door slowly. He punched his right hand through the wooden door, then opened it before pulling his hand back out. His obscured eyes were locked onto her as he began walking towards her, his knife was ready.
+ there and gripping the handle tightly.
“ picked the /wrong/ house, motherfucker..”
“ picked the /wrong/ house, motherfucker..”
head and stood perfectly still. Silently breathing underneath his mask, the shape's soft breathing began to turn heavy as he pulled out his butcher knife from his left pocket of his mechanic suit with care. Michael clenched the knife's handle tightly, the veins on his left hand were bulging.
"He ain't a toy! He's my best friend!"
Bennie snarled, the hackles on the back of his furred neck raising.
Bennie snarled, the hackles on the back of his furred neck raising.
She kept her glowing orange eyes locked on Bennie as he circled her, gripping the handles of her blades with a sinister grin.
“ you know, you won’t be able to save that toy of yours forever..”
“ you know, you won’t be able to save that toy of yours forever..”
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