a series of small vignettes, all based around murder so uh!!! heavy death tw tehe ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- it almost looked like she was resting. if you ignored the way the flesh was rotting and grey, peeling off in places, and the way you could smell it decomposing. you stared down at her, an inscrutable sadness creeps its way into your heart. you beat it back before it can get too far. a job like this meant no sadness. no emotions. ever. she smiled, feeling the blood run over her fingers like water. the smell of burning flesh was still in the air; she vaguely wondered what was causing it before deciding it didn't matter. now was the time to revel in her final victory, not worry over meaningless things. he was finally gone, she was finally free, she could do whatever she wanted! she poked the wound out of morbid curiosity, the flesh squishing under her finger, the blood making a squelching sound. she hummed as she stood, not caring about the blood covering her body. it felt good, like freedom. she had excuses if anybody cared to ask. i watch as the house goes up in flames. the smell of burning things fills the air; it's a beautiful smell, one that fills my mouth with a delicious taste. i can hear the fire crackling and roaring, consuming everything in its path. i watch every path carefully; the fire is beautiful, but it would be a waste if she got out alive.
