Sunday, October 18, 2009,
Chapter 23: I'm sorry
Bang.I can feel the wet, sticky liquid flow out of my arm.Damn. I turn, fixed on the guard’s face. Evans? I grit my teeth. I have left a trail of bloodshed behind me, but no, I can’t kill Evans. Wiping the blood off with a finger, licking it off, I whip my dagger out.“Don’t you know? I love red. I love blood. It’s the wonderful color of roses,” I sneer.I charge at him, knocking the back of his head with the flat end of my blade, and he falls unconscious. I wrap my wound and clean up the blood, leaving a trail of dead bodies behind me.***The next morning.I had bandaged the wound the night before. It still hurts. Like a thousand hungry rats gnawing at your arm.“Looks like I’ll wear this long sleeved shirt to work.”
11:24 PM