Blood on Our Hands

I stared into his eyes and all I saw was fear. I stood over his body with a knife in hand. A certain red substance covered it. He whimpered in pain. I gave him a smile and a small evil chuckle. His time is running out now......

This story is for the MCR Profile Add-On Cliche Contest

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the famous people in this story and none of this never happened.