I guess it’s helpful that I don't need to get all fancy or difficult. just explode everything in the house beyond this point. 

Fuck that is the most unplesent lip to teeth to tonsil ratio possible. Bulging into the vein through a dimple.

Feels like a ghost holding onto the edge of my fingertips reminding me, reminding of those moments right before the end started. 

The last of the survivors, living in the wreckage of the only place that hadn’t completely eaten itself.

To my world only to come here to die.

Makes me wonder what’s so different about these assholes in front of me, they only care about hurting people, only care about pride and subservience from those they talk to.

And yet here they are in front of me coming to die.

I guess the pipes in the walls and the security measures in the floors are the best bets.

I can set them off. They look pretty nasty. Honestly, it could be some fun to watch the dominoes of an explosion. that gives too much time to run away, I can’t just leave this kid here in the house filled with corpses.

Snapp

Just a second of relaxation, and then it’s like I can see the outline of the stabbing. 

Every single room blown to hell with coils of needles bigger than any conceivable. 

Just torn apart; no questions, no moments, no thoughts, no screams.

Far more than any of them deserved, but this is efficiency, not revenge

The only one left is the ring leader, the one who should’ve been in charge of keeping them safe, the guy who threw them all away.

Snap of the fingers is not even a strain of effort. 84 people in 6 levels of house. 

Why did he have to do the damn papershit?

Only 3 heartbeats. rancid bile of chopped bodies n bits stuck in the air. no pain at least. 

Just giant jagged columns all stabby filling the space. 

The annoying man looks all dumbfounded; stuttering. like he never thought bad things happen.