Gerard breathed in heavily. How long he had been lying there, he didn't know. Everything felt sticky. Semen? he thought to himself. He wasn't a slut, and he wasn't an idiot. It wasn't going to hide the truth for long. As he sat up, his back ached and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Had he been stabbed? His memory was fragmented, but as he focused on the room around him, he knew. He hadn't been stabbed, but he'd stabbed everyone else. Murdered, in fact. All the men who worked here. They were all evil, anyway. But he'd murdered the women too. He couldn't have any witnesses.
The shop's counter was covered in blood, and the products were all over the floor. Bodies were lying everywhere and there were bullet holes in the walls. The air was beginning to smell and Gerard knew he had to get out of there quickly. In the distance, he heard sirens. "Fuck," he whispered to himself. "God-fucking-damnit" he added as he slipped out the back door.
How had he not been caught by now? He'd killed thirty men to date since he sealed the deal. In the mornings, it was always overwhelming, waking up with the smell of rotting corpses fresh in his nose, covered in human blood, sometimes his own... It didn't make sense in the mornings. However, by the time evening rolled around, it was time to reload.
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This Is The Life On The Murder Scene
FanfictionPLEASE READ THE WARNING AT THE END OF THIS DESCRIPTION Gerard's sweetheart Lindsey has died, but he's not just grieving - he's out for revenge. With a deal with the devil sealed, his task is to kill one thousand evil men in exchange for the resurrec...
