It was too fun the first two times. I needed more. There were two boxers in the school that just loved punching my ribs, or worse... my stomach. I went up to them as politely as I can be.
"Hey guys?" I said.
"What the hell do you want?" Jeremy answered.
"I just wanted to ask you two what it felt like to be hit in the stomach."
"Not painful at all!" Exclaimed John.
"What about this?" Immediately, I stuck the knife into Jeremy, then into John, and before Jeremy even had a chance to scream, I slit his throat, and cut off both of there hands, sliced open there stomachs and put there hands in there open stomachs. I just stood there and laughed in the cesspool of blood... John was still alive... He was crying...
"Are you sorry?" I was smiling a twisted smile, I saw my reflection in his eyes.
"Yes!" I'm sorr-", he stopped, coughed up blood... and died. Killing was becoming a habbit. I licked the blood off my lips... and walked away.
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