AT THE OUTSKIRTS OF LONDON
The fields were quiet and no wind blew. Despite that, the grass rustled and clumps of dirt were dug from the ground, leaving claw marks. The disturbances stop followed by a blurred rush of movement before a building sprouts 16 holes, spaced apart like a claw. These claw marks multiply upwards of the building before reaching the roof.
Greg mumbles slightly, sub-conciously scratching and the two scars on his arm.
I never thought I'd end up back here, dragged by Fenris in the thrill of the hunt. Sergeant Gregory Heart. Former Sergeant Gregory Heart. "Honourably" discharged Sergeant Gregory Heart. The blood of deceit is sweet and fizzes with excitement, the thrill of being caught. Lets hope this time I have a better time here, last time was a bit...shit. No time for that now. Blood. Tear. Devour. I tingle with anticipation upon "Sergeant" Gregory's mutilation. It will be slow, very slow and he'll realise that if someone offers you more Ooze than me to piss me off...settle with what I'm giving you because I won't just kill you. I will destroy you. Every fiber of my being poured into erasing yours. You have your choice and freedom to live while I have my freedom to kill, lets have you then. Prepare to get mutilated...I can't wait to see how your blood stains the walls and your entrails scatter the floor.