Oneshot: You don't know who I am
Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 5:22 pm
You don’t know who I am
Bloodsucker laughed as he mowed down the security guards, blowing their brains out, shooting them down. Blood poured from their orifices, becoming whips, cutting blades, and other things. Blood boiled as he raised his hand, causing men to literally explode, vanishing in gore and guts and other gruesome things. Heads exploded as he unleashed his power, blowing people apart with but an effort of will. Every droplet of blood spilled became one of his weapons, sent at hypersonic speed with greater power than a bullet, blowing craters in men's chests and staining the walls and floor red.
Every shot with his customised Desert Eagle was a hit. Blood leapt forth from the bodies of those he mowed down mercilessly, becoming whips and deadly blades.
‘Oh my God, help!’ one screamed, looking pathetic. Bloodsucker walked over to him, making sure to shoot any of the still-living guards. This one, however, needed special treatment.
‘Who am I!?’ Bloodsucker asked to the guard, his voice filled with rage and anger.
‘I...I dunno.’
‘You DON’T KNOW WHO I AM!’ Bloodsucker roared in anger. ‘Well, My NAME IS TED COLEMAN! I AM THE BLOODSUCKER! AND...YOU...ARE...GOING...TO...SUFFER!’
pain...trauma...shock...you feel this. Your name is Ted Carlyle.
No, Ted’s not my name.
Yes it is.
You are feeling the worst pain possible. You are burning, burning in hell. The hell you sent my father to. I've seen your mind. You work with the IRS. You deserve to suffer. You have no sense of worth. You are an animal, to be broken at my whim.
No.
Yes.
No I’m not an animal.
Your mind is breaking already.
I am breaking it myself.
I will leave you unharmed, but when you return home you will have an urge to murder your entire family. You will say sorry as you kill them. And I will enjoy it. My father will be avenged.
Finally.
Bloodsucker laughed as he mowed down the security guards, blowing their brains out, shooting them down. Blood poured from their orifices, becoming whips, cutting blades, and other things. Blood boiled as he raised his hand, causing men to literally explode, vanishing in gore and guts and other gruesome things. Heads exploded as he unleashed his power, blowing people apart with but an effort of will. Every droplet of blood spilled became one of his weapons, sent at hypersonic speed with greater power than a bullet, blowing craters in men's chests and staining the walls and floor red.
Every shot with his customised Desert Eagle was a hit. Blood leapt forth from the bodies of those he mowed down mercilessly, becoming whips and deadly blades.
‘Oh my God, help!’ one screamed, looking pathetic. Bloodsucker walked over to him, making sure to shoot any of the still-living guards. This one, however, needed special treatment.
‘Who am I!?’ Bloodsucker asked to the guard, his voice filled with rage and anger.
‘I...I dunno.’
‘You DON’T KNOW WHO I AM!’ Bloodsucker roared in anger. ‘Well, My NAME IS TED COLEMAN! I AM THE BLOODSUCKER! AND...YOU...ARE...GOING...TO...SUFFER!’
pain...trauma...shock...you feel this. Your name is Ted Carlyle.
No, Ted’s not my name.
Yes it is.
You are feeling the worst pain possible. You are burning, burning in hell. The hell you sent my father to. I've seen your mind. You work with the IRS. You deserve to suffer. You have no sense of worth. You are an animal, to be broken at my whim.
No.
Yes.
No I’m not an animal.
Your mind is breaking already.
I am breaking it myself.
I will leave you unharmed, but when you return home you will have an urge to murder your entire family. You will say sorry as you kill them. And I will enjoy it. My father will be avenged.
Finally.