.::Now You Are::.

Now you are dying, your blood dripping slowly from your fingertips, mouth dry and hacking. You stumble forward, falling to your knees, hands to your mouth. Your clothes are dotted red, and your eyes wide as your sweat covered hair pushes swiftly past them. Dropping down to your front, face first, your body becomes still, and my smirk settles in as I walk away, removing my newly acquired red coloured glove. Your were dying. Now you are dead.