The stained blood on the roads and houses suddenly went back to flowing blood and began making its way over to a skeleton that lied next to a blood-stained knife. The blood covered the skeleton and turned into skin and muscles which stretched over the bones. The blood covered the skull and re-sculptured the face of none other than Marcs. Short blonde hairs came from his head. His body now completely recovered and full skinned and healed wounds. The knife glowed with a crimson color as Marc’s dark brown eyes snapped open, craving of the sweet taste of blood and death.
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The Sweet Taste of Blood and Death
HorrorMarc was bullied in his town. Now he is taking out his revenge on all those in his town. He's completely devoured in darkness and hatred.
