as Schlatt stood up, you could hear his chains clash against each other. his dark eyes looked at the scene before him, blood dripping down the tips of his pale skinny fingers. a soft chuckle left his mouth, filling the now silent room with some movement. Schlatt slowly looked up from the mess to look around for any way to escape. the pocket knife clicked back in place as it was tucked neatly into Schlatt's blazer. "today," he thought "is gonna be a shit show." spray painting a smiley face near the body, he took his lighter, flipped it open and caught fire to the person's blood stained clothes. then the sound of his heavy boots hitting the concrete echoing off the walls got quieter and quieter until all you could hear was the crackling from the fire. slowing burning.
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(writers note; and so it starts! if you have not read the description yet, it describes which each character does and their roles in the story. it gives a warning and from here on out it gets worse.)