after, I felt nothing. I just sat there, and called the cops. I knew my fate. The killer dome, the oh so at T.V show, for the whole family watch! It was normal, plain, and the live action battle royal of killers. It was are entertainment.
And I fucking hate it, I hate how we could watch a thing. It was life, and it was are show. But living it, living it, I became their dog. I won and won, never aging because I was too valuable. I was a butcher. I got better and better. The medicine keeping me healthy and young. Fuck, sorry, let me get back to it.
I got detained and sent to the killer some, dressed up, and chose a weapon. Well, made to use the same weapon. The same knife I killed her with. I still have, it sits on my side. Heavy and cold. I killed, all through gorilla tactics, those childhood games coming handy. I killed them, they deserved it, maybe not, but I thought way before coming.
They should have just killed us. It wasn’t human, they weren’t human, but they were once. Give us that much dignity, but we killed, and we killed eachother. There was no friendship, only death, the hacking of my knife.
I won three times, a year or bit more each, a few month of rest. Then back at it. I remember right before I entered my fourth. I gave a little girl a flower. She reminded me of my sister. She hates me, everyone does. I was just a dog. But, hahah, those fuckers didn’t see it. I was a good dog! A good one indeed. Had my weapon at the start, kept in rags, to fit my monicker. The caveman~
Then the devil and angle came. Before those doors opened. It spoke, spoke us all, saying that humanity has becomes too corrupted. Sin filled the air like oxygen. And Earth would begin to merge into hell. We had a chance. Prove ourselves. Kill again! Kill a demon, sinners, etc etc. I took the chance, and killed guards. Two stabs in neck. Then everyone in the room. Once again, I killed. I felt nothing but tiredness.
The system - I’m calling it that, but it was not. A scrape of my time reading - gave us power. Virtue and Sin, you just had to take it. The two seeds in people, let me tell you, that seed of crimson smothered the white. Powers will emerge, grabbing upon your memories and the the two sides. My knife was my power, and blood was its fuel.
