The blood splattered across the room like a fountain spraying in a park, so alluring and enticing. He took a step forward into the disgusting mess that the sticky crimson had created, and took a closer look at his own masterpiece. The hollow holes that once held eyes stared bleakly into the stale air. A cheek was tore off till the bones were visible, and the other showcased gashes, deep, red and sleek. He smiled to himself in satisfaction and stepped back, turning to depart, not even bothering to destroy any evidence.
After all, he was indestructible.Labels: story