Rain fell to the Earth surrounding a crimson haired female. Her cyan eyes began to over flow, the salty liquid mixing with the rain. She wondered what is the point of life? She took her pocket knife and dug it deep into her abdomen. She winced. Blood poured from the freshly opened wound. She felt eyes watching her. She turned with the little strength she had left and saw a man in fine attire. His onyx orbs burnt into her soul. He was tall and slickly looking. He raised his skeleton like arm and pointed at her. “To answer your question, life is full of dark times but that is what we cherish the most because it makes the good times even better.” Her body tensed at the sound of his gritty voice. Can her read minds? She thought. “With me now” he demanded as he started to walk off. Her body felt heavy. She wanted to scream but no sound would come out of the hole in her face. Her eyes became heavy and with that the darkness consumed her.
She awoke on a wooden table stained with a scarlet liquid. She noticed the gentleman from before standing it a dark corner of the room. “You finally woke up” he said taking his hat gloves and jacket off. He then rubbed his hands together. A sadistic grin grew oh his face. The room light up to reveal what looked like it was once an old classroom. The once white walls where yellow and peeling. The red headed female turned her head to see a blonde female lying half dead. “We’re going to play a little game, my dear.” He said putting rubber gloves on. The crimson haired female heart began to race. She began to kick and scream. All that let the man’s cracked lips was a chuckle. The blonde female began to stir. He walked over to her bent down “Hush now Missy, you’ll only make it worse” he said in a sweet hushed voice. She soon passed out. He turned to his new toy “There, no more disturbances” he said licking his lips. Something had stained this man’s heart but what had done it no one would ever no. He picked up a dirty scalpel and ran it along the edge of her already open wound. He dug his hand into her and moved it about, making her let out screams of pure agony. He pulled his hand out. Blood covered his entire body he let out a chuckle. He placed his lips upon the bloody mess on her torso and began to drink her blood. One he had his fill he stranded up and whispered “Goodnight” before he left the room he place his lips upon her forehead, leaving a scarlet mark. He left her to die. He smiled showing every one of his blood stained teeth. He cleaned himself up and went to work. This gentleman was a well respected doctor. The gentleman simply waits for the next lost soul to become his new play thing.