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The trail of blood grew thicker, paling her skin to a translucent white. With each tick of the clock I wanted her heart to stop, just stop, to watch her eyes become glossy and vacant. The blood of my last victim had begun to dry, more brownish than scarlet. I was no longer human. Every choice had lead me here, to the side of the demons.

By addymay007, August 31, 2016*.