For once the killer gets me!
*Cracks Knucles*
Very well, I'll show how the pros narrate their death. This is a great way to get an example to the noobies!
[sup]This should get me in the mood for my upcoming RP[/sup]
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Ray lied down on his bed with a cigarette in his mouth, staring blankly up at the ceiling above him as the red glow illuminated the shadows from in front of his face. He watched the darkness, and the darkness watched back. His face was void of any emotion to speak of, no smiles, no frowns, just a blank slate waiting for some emotion to come embrace him. He remained staring up the ceiling for an hour, watching the shadows get darker and the light of the cigarette fade away into nothing. As the red finally ceased to exist he closed his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of crickets.
The slumbering figure that was Ray awoke to the sound of beeping, alarms and the various security systems of his house going off. With a quick motion he rolled out of his bed and landed on the hardwood floor of his room, alongside the bud he was smoking little than an hour earlier. He shambled to his feet and picked up his switchblade as he headed for the stairs, prepared for the worst, though not prepared enough for what was about to happen. As soon as he opened his door an object flew towards him, colliding with his throat and almost closing his wind pipe. He hit the ground with a thud, only to see that the object was the severed head of the neighbors dog, beaten, caved in and broken. It stared at him at him with two lifeless eyes, or rather, two empty sockets.
The sound of a metallic scrapping across the floor resonated from the hall, along with the noise of insane cackling and laughter that grew louder with every single step. As the noise got louder Ray reached for the blade that he presumed he still had, only to see it was all the way from where he got hit from, at the door. Before he could make any movements a figure appeared in the doorway, lugging a bulky sledgehammer behind them and small gun in their right hand. Across the person's body was a heavy robe, adorned with cult symbols and what looked blood.
Ray opened his mouth to speak and a gun wound appeared in his chest, followed by one in each knee cap. He squirmed after the hits, the figure chuckled to themselves as they dropped the gun, and raised the hammer. The killer kept on getting closer, Ray kept on backing up until he was corned to the wall. The figure raised the hammer of their head, preparing to swing down onto the crippled and cornered lad. "Any last words?"
"Go fuck yourself!" Ray screamed in response as a fresh stream of tears ran down his face.
"I'll keep that in mind."With those ending word the killer brought the sledge down with tremendous fury on Ray's leg, crushing the bone and severing the tendon with a single swing. Ray blacked out from the shock, but death would take a few more hits....
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Sorry if it's a little meh, I'm sleepy right now...
