I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloo...
Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing--strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo's is . . .the Macarena. Ugl...
I'm pretty durable, but concrete and I have faced off before. While I didn't die, I wouldn't say I won, either.
They say curiosity killed the cat but I am unconcerned. I am smarter, though slightly less evil, than any cat.
