Lethal Injection

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I let her curly hair fall ringlet by ringlet through my fingers. Her breathing grows deeper as I move my lips up her neck, taking in her scent and the smooth texture of her skin under my rough hands. She whimpers and I slowly lean back so that I can look into her eyes. I smile and I can almost imagine that she smiles back. But I know she doesn’t. I know she is scared. That she wonders why this is happening. In many ways, I pity her for that, in many others I don’t care.

I let one hand trace over her slightly parted lips and the other move down her thigh to rest between her legs. I don’t plan to rape her, that, I feel would be demeaning for both of us. I just wish to enjoy another’s company.

Her eyes still stare into mine, a mixture of fear, disgust and lust. Or perhaps I just imagined the lust. Perhaps none of this was real.

Her eyes are like the deepest green ink flecked with small bits of brown. Her lips are cracked and broken though, not taken care of, her hair messy, as though it had not been brushed in a while. But none of this mattered, no, it was her eyes that held my attention, her eyes that seemed to bore right into my core and dissect it. Or maybe I just imagined that. Maybe none of this was real.

I let my knife trace itself alone her arm, beads of blood slowly begin to appear and I smile again. I run my finger along the scratch, letting the blood gather in the ridges of my finger, then lift it up to show her. She doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. Leaning forward I run the bloodied finger across her lips, leaving red lines behind, then I cut my own finger and run my blood over hers. We are connected. Then I lean forward and kiss the blood soaked lips. I can almost imagine she kisses back. Almost hear the ecstasy in her moans.

When I move away she just stares at me, frightened. It does not matter; I have grown tired of my play date anyway.

It suits, I suppose, that my last thoughts before the lethal injection were of her. My finest, victim. So, as they slid the needle into my arm and millions of people sighed with relief that they would be safe once more, they also frowned, maybe even grew a little worried, a little scared. Because, why would someone who had shown just how much they love living die with a smile on their face? Why would a serial killer die with a smile on his face?
All this time I thought I was learning how to live,
when in fact I've been learning how to die.




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I really like this :) Really really really like this...love it!

There are a few grammatical mistakes though. And I'll be happy to point a few out for you.

Xivideus wrote:Her breathing grows deeper as I move my lips up her neck, taking in her scent and the smooth texture of her skin under my rough hands.


No coma needed I think..

Xivideus wrote:Or maybe I just imagined that. Maybe none of this was real.


In the above paragraph, you state the same thing. Maybe you could make it say something like this instead, leaving out the second sentence as you have it above- "Or maybe I just imagined that as well." or "Or maybe I just imagined that too."

Xivideus wrote:I let my knife trace itself alone her arm, beads of blood slowly begin to appear and I smile again.


Alone I think is supposed to "along"? And this could be put as two sentences. It really doesn't read well as one. Something like, "I let my knife trace itself along her arm. Beads of blood slowly began to appear and I smile again."

That's really all my eyes picked out so far. That and your tenses. You veer from one to another in some places. You should check that out.

Anyways, I love the idea and the writing of this. Brilliant! :)
Can't wait to read more,
-Brie
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I think it should be a short story.
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud as it tore through them and now it's left me blind.
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Hi,

Wait, what? What's going on? I am so confused. I started reading this and didn't know what was going on. I still don't. It was good and all, but still.

Farewell,
A.
You think you are any different from me,or yourfriends?Or this tree?If you listenhard enough,you canhear every living thingbreathing together.You canfeel everything growing.We are all living togethereven if most folksdon't act like it.We all havethe same roots,and we are allbranches of the sametree.




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wow that was weird. Um... I liked it though? I love how detailed it was, though it was a little creepy. Is the main character meant to be a necrophiliac? Or is that something that was meant to be a crazed part of his personality?
My finest, victim.

There doesn't need to be a comma there. I'm not sure if that was a typo or not but it looks bad and sounds weird.
I think that's all. Other than that it was all right. No other grammatical or spelling errors and it was on point.
One day, I held up this muffin. I held it up to the light, letting the gentle rays glint over the slight glaze on the mound that protrudes from its ruffled clothing. And then, I said to myself "I'm going to take this muffin and MURDER IT."
And that, was how CrazyMuffinAssassin was born.



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— The KotGR Commander