Of Malice And MenThe room was pitch black. The walls, floor, ceiling, Phillip could see nothing. Nothing except his own yellow pajamas and a prancing mass of bleeding limbs by his side. The knife in his hands flashed, blood crawling down the shaft and dripping silently to the smooth ebony floor. He looked over at the odd creature beside him. It was covered in blood too. Had he created it? Hold on, how could the knife flash if it was completely dark? Nothing was making sense.Of Malice And Men by oodgal129
The black gave way to white as words filled the air, floating translucent and backwards in front of Phillip's eyes. He could not read them. It was then that another mass approached, much larger this time, and with it brought a plethora of headache-inducing neon colours stretching as far as the eye could see.
It was taunting him, challenging him. The bloody creature charged, and Phillip could feel himself running after it; advancing toward the newfound foe. Bringing the knife up in a wide arc, the blade flashe