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hey whoever may be reading this ever, (probably no one) i am just writing down stuff, for stuff, anyways here is an exerpt from someting i wrote.

Snowflakes

by spambot

Bang.

That was the last sound I heard other than our moans in pain and agony. Two shots to the left leg for me, one shot through the spine for her. He loomed over us in a cloud of death like a vulture or a shadow, no mercy, just a blank stare and a sadistic smile. Crying and bleeding I tried to claw my way to her using my arms to pull myself through the snow. He was still watching us, waiting; he stayed for about half a minute and left to our truck. Me and her both hugged, and I felt her warm skin, her soft golden hair waved in the wind and then we had our last kiss, warm blood was in both our mouths, some dripped from our lips, embraced in the final moment of love. Her lips where as cold as ice and her blue eyes once filled with joy and life, had become still and lifeless, blank as her frozen stare glazed upon me. I laid in a pool of our blood in the cold snow and held her as she sat up whispered her last words, “I love you.” Her body fell into my arms now covered in blood; I never got to tell her how much she meant to me before she fell dead silent. The only sound now was the harsh unforgiving winter breeze and the slamming of the truck door. Covered in our blood I cried and cried, as the snowflakes fell and the truck made its hasty exit, blowing black smoke into the white air.

            Waiting for a sign of human life, I huddled next to her corpse, breath crystallizing in the air fogging view of the green and white forest that had become my personal hell. Our blood was now just dark red stains in the ice. I didn’t dare look at her, at what she had become. She was everything to me, although I know that she is gone, I think that she is not. Snow was still falling on our bodies, each flake gracefully danced across the white sky and landed without the slightest sound. Each one that landed on me stung like the bullet wound. I felt it with my hand; crusted blood covered the surrounding skin, the small hole had a piece of bone hanging off it, I felt like death was looming over me, yet wanted to taunt me with the pain of it all. I yelled out for someone to save me, but no answer, down here no one can save you, because no one can hear you under all that snow.

            I curled up next to her and tried to sleep, the woods where getting dark, and the white sky turned black as coal. I heard howling in the woods as I was settling myself in a comfortable position on the ground. “Wolves.” I said quietly to myself, grunting and in pain from the shot in my leg I tried to get up and limp away. About ten meters from where I started I fell and heard a crack and felt pain rush up my spine, screaming in pain I laid in the soft snow. I heard the scurrying of animals in the snow. This is it; this is the end I thought over and over as the wolf came.

            I heard it get closer, I saw the beasts flaring yellow eyes as its lips curled and drool dripped down its sharp teeth. I backed away from them, feeling for a blunt object in the snow, a rock, a chunk of ice, a fallen branch, anything. I feel a cold stone hidden under the snow and grab it firmly in my hand. The large wolf is growling, and circling my as its prey, waiting to jump. Taking the rock I close my eyes and blindly swung it at the thing, feeling its fur as it reaches its chest. I feel blood drip from my hand, I hear the poor beast whimpering, lying on the ground, some of its ribs where broken. “Best put you out of your misery.” I said to it sadistically, enjoying every second I had with it, beating it senseless, ripping its skin with my bare hands with the blood running down on my shirt like a hellish rainstorm, then finishing the thing off, my good foot to its head, crushing its skull under my foot like a little grape, I laughed and took the fur for heat limping back to her corpse.

            I wrapped up in the warm wolf skin next to the corpse; I wondered what I had become, and what I am becoming. I mercilessly killed a small animal, I skinned it alive with my bare hands, and by the time I was done, you couldn’t recognize that it was once alive, or what it was when it was alive, it was just bones, muscles and organs, all in a bloody mess that made it look more like an old pile of vomit than a wolf body. I thought over the circumstances then. It was hunting alone, wolfs almost never hunt alone unless they are the leaders of the pack, the alpha-male I think they called it, I probably just doomed a small pack to starvation, and I possibly doomed myself to get hunted down brutally with vengeance.

hope you like it, i guess. probably not.