He raises the knife—blood red glinting brightly between the mass of other dark shades. It’s a nice composition, he thinks, though he’s not much of an artist. It’ll be nicer with more blood—more vengeance. And so he moves, strikes again. But it’s sluggish, enough to surprise him. Doesn’t matter, he tells himself—Sehun is too stupid to run and he’s not about to give up. So he strikes, and he strikes again, and he strikes once more, wildly but slowly, ready to finish this shit.
it’s like a fantastical, magical hollywood blockbuster set. overly dramatic and extensive film set- sehun’s surroundings are dancing in his hot crimson and knocked over classroom furniture. it’s an art, the contrast between the fluid red pouring blood and the structural, bleak and lifeless. how interesting, sehun would comment... well except for the fucking fact that the blood flooding the class flooring is his.
no can do, this abortion needs to go. it’s a little gruesome, a little sickening, all too gross (so gross the taste of sehun’s gut seems to dare churning out of his mouth). the thing is that, well, sehun can’t possibly kill him. not when his bridge troll of a figure enlarges and stiffens into and unbeatable bionic machine.
although he really should do something about kyung, he was the supposed abortion... maybe sehun should make kyung’s parents happy. hm.
sehun is loosing a little bit of blood- eh that’s okay. he’s reviving in the coy hushed whispers of girls, he’s practically revelling. (he thinks as his mind swirls slightly.)
and jesus fucking christ, circle of hell? how boring could this guy get?
“wrong way, i came from heaven, clearly a creation of god, if not god himself.” at least he was creative, the things he has to do to have some decent fun. and kyung is fuming, funny. “is that a scare tactic? it’s not working.” it’s actually working, but would sehun in his fucking right mind say otherwise? “but yes, oh how i do wish they killed you so i wouldn’t have to face that scarily ugly face of yours.”
cue shiver at the thoughts of his state. kyung’s not so ugly but still not as good looking as sehun (therefore ugly) seems to be a sight he’d die for right abotu now rather than his mutation of a knife-octopus monster.
a collage of ugly, really defines kyung now that he thinks about it.
it’s like a horror movie, where the murderer slowly stalks his victim and haunting them with the sounds of a weapon dragging. it does do its damage, it is quite scary. “what are you going to fucking do? huh? you’ve cut me enough to get you kicked out back int the streets where you belong you ugly troll.”
he gives him the benefit, but he’s learnt from his mistake and dodges.
“what are you going to fucking do now you fucking abortion? everything you did here is enough to get you back into the sewer where you belong, bet you miss it.”
