killshot --- a combat au surrounding the corrupt government, its inhumane laws, and illegal experimentation
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There's blood.
It coats the ground, his fingers, his shoes --- he laughs. It's comical. Funny.
Guts spill around him, strung up on light poles, across the roofs of cars. It's a sight to behold.
To most, gruesome.
To him, artistry.
Haah... haha.
Ah...
We bleed the same, don't we? We do everything the same. Walk, talk — we even look the same.
...Not anymore. You've changed. You're not him anymore.
You were never him to begin with.
There's blood in his mouth.
Not from the same body he'd been feasting upon earlier. It's different now.
He can taste it. Where the bits of meat remain lodged between his teeth, he can taste the lingering iron. The same, yet so different.
He can't tell whose blood it is.
eyes slipping shut. He doesn't receive a verbal response, only a pat on the arm.
The humming continues as he falls asleep, his senses overcome with a sense of peace. Tranquility.
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