Blood Love
The Final Stand
I knew my art wasn’t going to be perfected, seeing as my capture was imminent. However I was
going to take as many people to hell before I went there myself. One thing was sure; I would be hated
in hell too… if that is even possible. For shits and giggles I shot down a homeless man pushing a cart
and a young couple making out on a bench... young love is a joke anyway. I smiled as I got to the doors
of the salon and I strolled in.
“Hey baby!” I chirped as the stylist looked at me surprised. Recognition took over as I pulled out my
gun and shot her the shoulder before putting one into her temple. The brain matter and skull fragments
splattered all over the floor and cash register. As I licked the mess from my lips people began running
and screaming. With 10 bullets left, I needed to make them count. My kill count was up to 8, I could
get
to 18. I started shooting people at random. I was at 16 when the pigs finally showed up waving their
guns and shouting orders as they surrounded the entrance. I bent down and stared into the lifeless
eyes
of the stylists as I licked a little more blood from my finger –her blood. Her name tag read Heidi. I
stood once more and walked to the door thinking of how everyone’s blood had a slightly difference in
taste. Some was more salty, some had a coppery taste. I raised my gun and shot the nearest pig. I
watched him fall as shots fired all around me. The pain was fantastic as I felt the bullets sink into my
flesh. I fell against the door frame, panting as I choked on the taste of my own blood. My ears started
ringing and the light was fading as the police approached cautiously. My body turned icy cold and with
my last breath I laughed at the man at my feet.
“Eighteen” I whispered as I shot him the heart before my world became black.
going to take as many people to hell before I went there myself. One thing was sure; I would be hated
in hell too… if that is even possible. For shits and giggles I shot down a homeless man pushing a cart
and a young couple making out on a bench... young love is a joke anyway. I smiled as I got to the doors
of the salon and I strolled in.
“Hey baby!” I chirped as the stylist looked at me surprised. Recognition took over as I pulled out my
gun and shot her the shoulder before putting one into her temple. The brain matter and skull fragments
splattered all over the floor and cash register. As I licked the mess from my lips people began running
and screaming. With 10 bullets left, I needed to make them count. My kill count was up to 8, I could
get
to 18. I started shooting people at random. I was at 16 when the pigs finally showed up waving their
guns and shouting orders as they surrounded the entrance. I bent down and stared into the lifeless
eyes
of the stylists as I licked a little more blood from my finger –her blood. Her name tag read Heidi. I
stood once more and walked to the door thinking of how everyone’s blood had a slightly difference in
taste. Some was more salty, some had a coppery taste. I raised my gun and shot the nearest pig. I
watched him fall as shots fired all around me. The pain was fantastic as I felt the bullets sink into my
flesh. I fell against the door frame, panting as I choked on the taste of my own blood. My ears started
ringing and the light was fading as the police approached cautiously. My body turned icy cold and with
my last breath I laughed at the man at my feet.
“Eighteen” I whispered as I shot him the heart before my world became black.