Ch. 5 Talon

I watched as the blood pooled around the stoners. Tiny crimson rivers flowing over the cushions, spreading out in all directions. It was all very beautiful in a macabre kind of way. It was a piece of art, a masterpiece—a Rhapsody in blood. I couldn’t help but stand there for a moment and admire it. I had always wanted to be an artist. Looks like I finally got my wish.

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