O.K. It’s 3a.m. I decided to just type this up on a whim, don’t know why. To any who are reading this, this story is pretty graphic, it includes disemboweling, blood lust, and a lot of other dark nasty things. You have been warned, I’m not responsible for you reading this.

Private Damion Scott sat behind the small wall of rubble they decided to form between them and the enemy, as if it would grant them all the protection they needed from the barrage of death that would soon greet them. He cradled his rifle knowing it cause the end of a life that day. His trigger finger itched to fire the solid round through an enemy skull. As he started contemplating just getting up and leaving another soldier came up to him.

“Yo, whatcha up to?” the stranger asked.

He got silence in response.

“OH, c’mon don’t be like that, we’re about to go into a serious fight and you act like you don’t care.”

The truth was, he didn’t care, he couldn’t care. He didn’t care about any of the sorry existences around him, hell, he didn’t even care about his own. He didn’t even know why he was in this stupid war, none of it mattered.

“So, the name’s Steve Burnelli, how’d you like to get some drinks after we make it out of this?”

More silence, Damion just brushed off the sad attempt at making his friendship, he didn’t care about the drink, much less living.

“Tch, fine, be that way, don’t say I didn’t offer anything after this was all over.”

Burnelli stood up to leave, doing so gave the enemy a perfect shot of the side of his skull. They wasted no time. Next thing Damion knew the one known as Burnelli, the person who had attempted to make friends, was no more, his brains and skull littering the ground around him.

Then the gunfire was heard. The fighting started. Damion smiled knowing that they were just wasting metal and lives, but he didn’t care. But he leaned over anyway, the carnage was exquisite. The tracers painted a lovely picture in the dark of red and green. Soldiers fell everywhere, the gunfire not stopping. Damion decided it was time for him to fire. He perched himself up and pulled the trigger, an enemy dropped, pulled again, another enemies sorry existence was ended. Another soldier on his side dropped, but he didn’t care, he was having to much fun, gunning down the people on the other side of the barrier. A soldier just to the right of him got a beautifully placed round through his right eye, spraying what remained out the back to join Burnelli’s. The carnage around him seem to escalate and he fell deeper into the crimson lust he had developed from out of nowhere. He fired off another round, punching an enemy to the ground in a bed of the corpses of his former allies. Damion couldn’t believe it. It was the greatest feeling he had ever felt. His gun ran dry with the last of his ammo, not caring he drew his pistol, not stopping at all, he fired another round through an enemy trying to run across the no-man’s land. Another soldier dropped on his side of the barrier, his intestines making a soft cushion his fall. Damion just stared with joy down the barrel of killing weapon, shooting another enemy who was not where he should have been. Then the gun fire stopped, he glanced around, and saw that none of his allies were still standing.

He loaded another clip into the pistol and made a mad dash for the enemies barricade. Hopping over he noticed to men still waiting to see if there was return fire. He shot one in the chest, dropping him there. The other one turned in fright only for his eye meet face to face with the gun barrel. His eyes widened in fear, and Damion pulled the trigger. The force of the point blank shot split the man’s head open, the expression of fear still on his face. No other’s on the enemy side lived. Slowly he walked back towards his own barrier. A soldier crawled to him with a wound in his leg.

“Please, help me, if we can get this bandaged up I might live if I get to an infirmary ASAP.”

Damion stared at him for a couple of seconds before withdrawing his knife from the sheath it rested in.

“No, you won’t.” Damion whispered to the wounded soldier before he thrust the blade into the eye of the man.

The man screamed in agony and Damion absorbed the sound to his very soul, seemingly revitalizing him. The man continued to scream in agony before Damion brought the knife into the base of the man’s back, making him scream for another reason. Damion listened to this sound before he thrust the knife into the side of the man’s chest, puncturing one of the lungs. The man coughed and wheezed. Damion thought he should end this miserable existence also, and stabbed the blade through the man’s man throat, and then his heart, ending the agony for the man who could’ve lived. Damion searched for anymore survivors. Finding one, a man with a shot up arm and leg that barely grasped consciousness. Damion simply emptied the rest of his clip into the man’s skull, reducing it to a mess of red and gray matter. Not finding any more survivors and his blood lust failing, Damion panicked, not because he was the sole survivor, but because he would miss the feeling of the blood spilling everywhere, and listening to the agony of others. There was one thing left to kill, one last miserable existence left to end. Re-loading his pistol and grabbing his knife, he fell to his knees. He plunged the knife as deep as it would go into the side of his gut. He sliced the knife to the other side, spilling open his gullet. He screamed in agony, and it was great. It was possibly the best scream of agony he had heard since the first time he had tormented the squirrels in his back yard. The scream filled his lust again and he had to see the crimson one last time. He brought his pistol to his eye. Smiling, he pulled the trigger, and in his last fleeting image, he saw his own crimson splash across his vision. He loved it, more than any materialistic object man could offer him. He fell to the ground and his vision went from crimson, to white, to black, and he fell, never to see the lust again.

So, anyway that’s that. Don’t know why I wrote this, guess I just felt a little dark, and sad, so anyway, tell me what you thought of this, and I’ll take anything on it.