by auntslappy282 » 06/17/2011 1:33 PM
My team and I walked down the ally caring the bodies. Luckily, we were close to the usual disposal sight that we frequented, and the man who ran it expected us, always even if we never told him. I looked around the street, and there was no sign of anybody, and we ran into the store next to ally way. "Well hello again Slick. You got more bodies for me to dispose?" The man had a large beard and gloves on and a apron covered in blood. I smirked. "Yeah we have these and more to come." I snickered and handed him the bodies, which he quickly threw into a bin.
"We'll be right back with some more. I don't exactly know how many men we killed tonight, but it couldn't be more than 30," I said with a chuckle. The man chuckled back. "Just bring them here and I'll dump them in the incinerator," He said, tipping the bucket into a larger bucket. "That's why it smells like burning flesh around these parts," I said back to the kids.
((Yucky. D:))
This is gospel for the fallen ones,Locked away in permanent slumber,Assembling their philosophies,From pieces of broken memories.~ If you love me let me go,If you love me let me go,‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars.The fear of falling apart,And truth be told, I never was yours.The fear, the fear of falling apart.~This is Gospel- Panic! at the Disco~