Gory Ways To Die 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Blood and Gore.. That's it!

Submitted: June 19, 2013

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Submitted: June 19, 2013



I watched as Martin put his hand into the other guys mouth and with one powerful tug, rip his tongue out. Martin laughed hysterically as blood started spraying everywhere, including on Martin's face. I grimaced and puked on the bush I was hiding in. I then continued watching as Martin killed the poor man, by pulling his jaw and the rest of his face apart. There was a sickening crush as I heard his bottom jaw fall off onto the ground. Martin cackled again, and ran around the gruesomely mutilated body, dancing like a freaking physcopath. I started crying silently. They got him, I thought. Those assholes got him!  I had heard about it on the news. People called them the Crazies. They weren't zombies or physcopaths for that matter. They were normal people with bad intentions. They usually ambushed people in the woods, and then shoot them with a special poison they invented, which drives people nuts, and go around in a bloodthirsty rage. They got Martin. I had to get out of here. I slowly lifted my dagger, and crawled to the next bush. I had a few seconds, he was looking away. I had to make a run for it, The house was right there. I sprinted. He heard me and yelled "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" and started sprinting after me. Shit! He saw me. I quickly opened the door, and closed it behind me . He was banging on it. There's no way he can get in, I thought. I ran to the kitchen and armed myself with more knives and sharp stuff. I called 911, and told them what was going on and where I lived. Suddenly, I heard a crash, and saw shattered glass. HOLY CRAP! Martin broke through the windows, he stared at me with bruises and cuts all over his body. "Hey, dude." he said. I froze. I couldn't do anything, there was no way I could escape. I was going to die, in a disgusting, tortorous way. Then I heard whimpering. Wait? Who else could be in the house. Susan. I totally forgot about her. She was my younger sister, she was only 16 years old. "Susan, come out, it's ok, I'm here to help you. I trapped your sister, she was going to kill everyone, now your safe, Susan, co....." " STFU," Susan yelled. " I saw everything!". With that, she screamed and pounced on Martin with a knife. Martin laughed and just threw her onto the floor. "NO!!" I screamed. I tried to stab Martin, but he punched me right across the face. I fell onto the ground, and threw up blood. Martin lifted Susan, and repeatedly stabbed her in the stomach, with a sharp shard of glass, until there was a huge hole in her body. Then Martin slowly put his arm in the hole, and took something out. I puked again. It was Susan's intestines. He looked at it curiously, and then continued taking out all of Susan's organs, and neatly placing them on the floor. I cried and couldn't stop crying.How could he do this? Why,Why?,Why? I had to kill him, but I couldn't! He proceeded to look at me, and walked towards me laughing.Then I heard a shot. I looked up and saw a neat, red hole on Martins head. He smiled, and then crumpled.... dead.

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