Then she was gone. Without one trace of where she was. On this misty Tuseday it was hard to see even if you didn't have half your eye burned off and blood pools in your eye socket so the other half of the eye can't see either. "Will!" scremed a 6 or 7 year old girl. Then a hammer hit her on the back of the head. She was not dead, but not alive either. That was ok. Her suffering would end in a minute. The little brown haired girl hit the hammer in her head again, mushing her brain in a juicy pulp. Then she cut the skin of her chest and violently ripped out her heart.
All Will could do is stand there and watch as his best friend is disected. Tears roll down his face as he slowly starts shaking to his knees. "S-stop! P-please!" Will cries. But it was too late.
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She smiled at him. There was something about her that was different. The only words that came out of her mouth were "I'm sorry Senpai."
