Dark. Quiet. Crickets chirping in the distance. No one would've expected someone like him to kill anyone. Someone so innocent. So good. So... unsuspectable.

Dark red stained his white tee. It would take forever to get it out. Maybe he wouldn't have to; it looked nice. He smiled. The red liquid surrounded his feet. His shoes are stained too.

He bent down and ran his finger across the  floor. The liquid was now on his fingers. He stuck them in his mouth. It tasted good. Sweet, like candy. He laughed. He was very glad he did this. His eyes were wide, a huge smile on his face.

They deserved it.

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He stood up from the ground. He had to get out of there. The neighbors had to have heard the screaming. Loud. Ear-piercing. It made him angry. Why did they have to be so annoying? The state they're in now is much better than what they were in just a few hours ago. 

Maybe he should clean up the blood. No; there's too much. All over the floor. All over his clothes. Heh. It was beautiful. Unfortunately he had to go. He rushed out of the house, leaving red footprints leading outside. He rubbed them off on the grass and ran to the woods. It was a good thing he did, because he heard police sirens in the distance. They'd be there soon. He had to run as fast as he possibly could. He got struck with thorns and sticks, but that didn't stop him. He couldn't stop. If he did, chaos would unravel. He'd be alone. He couldn't be alone. He couldn't. He couldn't.

He ran and ran and ran until his legs gave out. He had no idea as to where he was. It was dark. It was quiet. He saw no signs of life. He was stuck. Trapped. He was having a hard time breathing. His mind was flooded. He was dizzy.

He blacked out.