A grotesque oneshot for Qin who is not active right now. ;n; ---- It's funny watching from the sidelines. This oh so cliché massacre that stains my eyes with dark intent. Everytime he plunges that knife in, I lick my lips and picture myself in his spot, eating the intestines of my victim. The delicious red liquid that flows into my mouth is already satisfying enough, but when I hear you scream, it makes me want to bite down on my lip and replay your voice over and over again inside my head. Like a gentleman, I'd wipe my mouth clean. But everytime I turn to look at you as the blood seeps out from your throat makes me want to waste more time. The lungs you use to breathe in the clear, healthy air, is nothing but cut out pieces of flesh on the floor. Your stomach, the organ you use to eat, resides inside my body as it slowly digests... The heart, pancreas and liver melt in my grasp as I cut out your intials in it. Of course, your heart is still attached to you. To make your trip to hell excruciating, I would plunge the knife in repeatedly, making you feel the pain that courses through your body, awakening the nerves as you scream bloody murder into my ears. The screaming is such a melody to my ear. This is such a pastime, eating away at your flesh. True, the entertainment nowadays are so mundane that I have to resort to cannibalism to feel the thrill of life. Unfortunately for you, this is just too mediocre for my style. ... I wonder... What your eyes taste like. The eyes you use to see the daylight, the exact ones that provide your sight. I want to taste them, swallow them even. I'm a jack of all trades, my dear, but when it comes to cuisine, I have no problem to being picky. Ripping your eyes out is only part of the fun. Your voice doesn't work anymore, however. What a shame, what a shame. But I want to slice your throat open... I want to savour the moment. I slit your neck, and stare as the blood stains your bones. The ribs that are exposed are so thin, it's like I can snap them with just the tight hold of my hands. I dip the eyeball in your blood and swallow it, content with my meal. Your eyes were glazed with the tears you shed, a normal thing to do. It came from the fear, the pain, and the mixed emotions you felt when I cut you. I don't mind. But, this torture hasn't stopped yet. I cut your entire head off, playing with the dark hair that reflects the moonlight. I had just noticed! What a pretty little thing. Your hair is so dark, it could match the silk satin called the night sky! If only you were still alive... What a shame. Enough about you. I want to cut your limbs out. Sawing your arms and legs is just a treat for me. As I began sawing, I could hear a siren. The oh so real siren I'm hearing, the sound gets nearer and nearer. I pay no mind as I cut your skin, the porcelain one that tempts me badly. I feel a bullet in my body, but I don't care. I want to have my fun. Carving your lips out seems like a decent thing to do while I die. Another gunshot. This time, to my head. I fall down, and glance at you, the artwork that I've made. I could've finished it, though. Maybe I'll do that when I meet you in hell. ---- D: