The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

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raven haired eight years old boy who raced down the dark alley, his heart thudding madly. The air was cold and

o his feet, his breathing coming out in short pants. Tears soon blurred his vision at the realization that his pursuer was quickly catching up to him.

d escape? Well, sorry boy. But you ain't going nowhere" the man hissed. The little boy trembled in fear, wonderin

ing scene. His maths teacher had just murdered one of his classmates with a knife. Instinctively, he'd fled from the spot, afra

is shirt and rubbed it all over him. The little boy began to cry as his teacher began to rub the blood o

ase,

ould frame you for m

't kill

ill you just like I killed your friend. Don't worry, I'll be doing it with my bare hands th

pounced on the boy, wrapping his fat fingers around his neck. The boy let out a scream and began to squirm, try

ie, it was all he

d, he stabbed him again and again, crying harder as the coppery smell of blood hit his nose. He didn't stop, not even when his attacker had fallen to the ground, unmo