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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tudutsujin" data-source="post: 2405893" data-attributes="member: 34052">A young boy stumbles upon a school filled with screams, but as he drew near, the sounds abruptly silenced. As his hand met with the wooden door, the smell of death came to his nose. Opening it, he stepped in fearlessly although that was not the way he felt. The little boy looked down, for his feet felt wet, only to notice the hall he stood in to be ankle high with innocent blood. Panic finally sunk in and he turned for the door. It was closed and locked from the outside. He pounded on the door screaming in blind fear clawing at it with his nails seeing no alternate way out. Finally, he fell to his knees crying, as it became relevant that his efforts were hopeless. Then, he turned back to the hallway. It seemed an endless void, as he screamed for help and his voice did nothing but echo back to his frail ears. Standing now, he began to walk down the bloody hall, the walls scattered with random children pined to them with their own pens and pencils. Each corpse more mangled than the next, he somehow found the power to go on. Another cry of help rang in his ears the same cry he had maid moments ago still wondering the halls like a lost soul, a phantom he may be soon joining. Then suddenly he noticed no blood to be found at his feet nor corpses on the wall, the smell of rotting flesh was the only thing that lingered now. Feeling happy at the improvements he walked faster new found hope could be felt in his presents. Then he stopped the lights flickered to darkness and the air grew stale and cold. One light at the near end of the hall shined brightly but was consumed by a tall mans presents. The man walked quickly towards him indubitable the one behind these killings the boy began to run away. The lights flickering again on and off every moment of darkness entering visions of the dead to his mind. He ran faster only to slip in the blood he so happily bid goodbye to. The blood was much deeper and he struggled to get free but was tangled in other dying children as they clawed at his wet flesh. The little boy broke free off in a sprint for a second then the large man grasped the hair on his head pulling him back to let him beg. The boy uttered but a few words before his skull was crushed in by the evil beings massive cudgel The man walked down the hall on the mangled corpses of the dead school children. No remorse or feeling for them as they drowned in there own blood beneath his feet. Every step bringing him closer to the bright light from the door at the end of the hall. Everything else dark and black without the lights of the hall, the only thing visible were the grim faces of those nailed to the wall glaring back at him with there white eyes. He stepped from the building still half in the shadows the blood could be seen dripping from his large mallet that he held tightly with his right hand. He dropped the young boys corps at the door his crushed in face laying in the damp muddy doorway. Then he pulled his hand up to a thick metal mask that covered his face whipping his black gloves clean of the boy’s blood. The smear of red stood out from the cold gray of the steel that was to scratched to shine in the sunlight. His hand dropped to his side and his glance soon followed even though his mask had no eyeholes which to see from. The black straps held the heavy mask tight to his head and his entire body was covered by tight black and red striped cloth of leather texture. The man walked away from the familiar school that he had inhabited for months now without a second thought. Walking in his bloody black boots the stench of death from him thickened the air::</blockquote>

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