Because I'm lazy. :D
Enjoy! It's not a one-shot!
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The black and white tiles on the floor aren't as pristine as they were.
Now they have trails of red. Back and forth, back and forth.
The white walls aren't pristine either.
Words, nay, warnings, are spelt in dripping fingermarks of scarlet. Like what a child would do with red paint. Except that's not red paint. That's the blood of the patients that were being treated.
Here. In the Children's Hospital.
It's so pretty.
I look around, wanting to find more children. I hear a whimper, and laugh aloud, following the sound down the hallway, through the door. There by the locked emergency stairs was a child.
Pale. Frail. She tried to scratch at me with a bloody nail.
Look at that, it rhymes!
Her little stubs of nails were no match for the scalpels I had in my pocket. But if I were to kill her so quickly, it wouldn't be fun! I thought, with an intensity, to see what I could do. I noticed she had a sprained ankle, so I decided a race would be in order.
I stood her up, while she tried to scratch at my face. She actually got a thin cut into my cheek!
"Mean little girl, you can't go scratching your friends. So, how about we play a game? I'll race you, just to the end of the hall, and whoever wins can kill the other."
She shook her head, she didn't seem to like this idea of mine. No matter. I set her next to me, counted to three, and started to run.
Oh, this was fun! I was beating her!
I reached the end, and she wasn't even half way through.
"I won." I said triumphantly. "Now I get to kill you. See how the game works?"
She turns and tries to hobble away, but I quickly catch her, seeing as I'm so fast.
"Don't cheat."
I took out a scalpel from my back pocket, and started to methodically cut her to pieces. Foot, then calf, then thigh. Arms, torso, and head. She was so pretty, I decided to take her head, and I put it in a shelf in a room. We can't let beauty go to waste, can we?
I proceed along from the room, looking at the signs. Where to go next. Oh, I know! I'll go to the area with the newborns! Newborns always like clowns don't they? But they can't race me. I guess I'll have to make a new game! I've been so creative so far!
As I'm walking around the hallways, I notice that the lights are flickering. They remind me of the funhouse that I used to work in, before I had to run away. What? It wasn't my fault all those annoying parents had to tell on me for "brutally murdering" their children. I mean, it is part of the game. And all children liked games.
Speaking about children, there they are!
Time for a new game, kiddies.
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