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( Rated 17 for blood, disturbing scenes, mild launguage, creepy~crap, gore, violence, violent refrences.... uhmm... Just decide for yourself, k?)

 

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The sun set slowly behind the houses and buildings made of red and orange brick, as I walked home, the sounds of the screams dwindling in my brain, the blood still drying to a nasty cake on my pants. 

Oh, yeah... hi: I'm Roxas, and I'm kinda insane. You know, just a little. 

But the people I kill have reasons to die, so it's all good! 

 

Don't judge me: you don't understand, no one does. No one... except her, my blonde angel. 

She walked placidly besides me, her white dress spotted in places with gore, the very tips of her blonde hair reddened. 

 

Namine... my love. 

She was insane, of course: saw things, heard things. 

Maybe that was just ESP. 

 

All I knew, was she and I weren't what others considered or called " Normal", as we were outcast to sneaking around in the shadows like some Creepypasta off the 'net come alive. 

Maybe we were: you could never tell with these things anymore. 

 

Where was I... 

Oh, right, right, right....

 

2

 

The house we live in was once very famouse, as a suicidal man once shot himself and four others in it. 

Abandened now, we lived there, safe and warm in the darkness... surrounded by the dead. 

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( Rated 17 for blood, disturbing scenes, mild launguage, creepy~crap, gore, violence, violent refrences.... uhmm... Just decide for yourself, k?)

 

1

The sun set slowly behind the houses and buildings made of red and orange brick, as I walked home, the sounds of the screams dwindling in my brain, the blood still drying to a nasty cake on my pants. 

Oh, yeah... hi: I'm Roxas, and I'm kinda insane. You know, just a little. 

But the people I kill have reasons to die, so it's all good! 

 

Don't judge me: you don't understand, no one does. No one... except her, my blonde angel. 

She walked placidly besides me, her white dress spotted in places with gore, the very tips of her blonde hair reddened. 

 

Namine... my love. 

She was insane, of course: saw things, heard things. 

Maybe that was just ESP. 

 

All I knew, was she and I weren't what others considered or called " Normal", as we were outcast to sneaking around in the shadows like some Creepypasta off the 'net come alive. 

Maybe we were: you could never tell with these things anymore. 

 

Where was I... 

Oh, right, right, right....

 

2

 

The house we live in was once very famouse, as a suicidal man once shot himself and four others in it. 

Abandened now, we lived there, safe and warm in the darkness... surrounded by the dead. 

They watched, glassy eyed, hollow, blood~smeared and still. 

Namine talked to them sometimes: never knew why. 

Crazy...

She said they could hear her, and begged to know why they had been killed. 

" Namine, they're dead: leave 'em be. " 

Namine would just smile vacantly; her mind only worked well while killing. 

 

We'd wander the halls, trailing red fingers over the walls cracked plaster, drawing meaningless patterns in the dust in pretty red. 

Namine would sing sometimes, nonsense lyrics that were more sound than words, 

her clear, high voice echoing of the walls to ring out through the house. 

 

If the dead could hear, at least Namine kept them entertained. 

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They watched, glassy eyed, hollow, blood~smeared and still. 

Namine talked to them sometimes: never knew why. 

Crazy...

She said they could hear her, and begged to know why they had been killed. 

" Namine, they're dead: leave 'em be. " 

Namine would just smile vacantly; her mind only worked well while killing. 

 

We'd wander the halls, trailing red fingers over the walls cracked plaster, drawing meaningless patterns in the dust in pretty red. 

Namine would sing sometimes, nonsense lyrics that were more sound than words, 

her clear, high voice echoing of the walls to ring out through the house. 

 

If the dead could hear, at least Namine kept them entertained. 

Maybe they COULD hear and see: 

who really knew when it came to death? 

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