She creeps and climbs hunting her pray for days, waits for the
right moment. At night was just such a moment and as the assassin
followed her target she closed in and struck. Alice a young girl
of 8 lay strapped to a bed, before stood a sight seldom seen. A
tall girl in black clothes and a face of bloody bandages stood at
the end of the bed. Alice wanted to scream but couldn't but this
caused the assassin to get annoyed at such excessive noise.
Turning round the assassin came back with a knife and began to
cut chunks out of girl. Then she would pop them in her mouth chew
thoughtfully and swallow. To Alice it felt like not only was her
body being mutilated but her very soul, this what the assassin
had felt when she left a house of blood one night to make others
feel what i feel.
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