ccataclysm

She longed for the sense of righteousness. And sweet ecstasy of revenge. Enough was enough, and no one should suffer. No more torture, no more excuses. No more needing, no more wanting. It was the final act. It didn't take long before it punctured his frontal lobe, and exited through his occipital lobe. The sweet satisfaction as the blood scattered on the white wall. A scene of pure bliss. His associate screamed, the noise piercing her ears as she spun to meet his gaze of horrification. Her face straight, eyes full of hatred and disgust. He let out a gasp as the sound of the 9 mm barrel gun fired. It ripped through his fragile