Then he turned his attention to the other one. He kicked and stopped on Scar-Face, turning her to jelly. He relished every breaking bone, every shattered rib, and every ruptured organ. He laughed when one eyeball spurted from it's socket and when shards of broken bones tore through her flesh. Then, still not satisfied, he leaped into the air and jumped up and down on her corpse. Flesh and blood and hair matted between the treads of his shoe. Then he dipped his index finger in her remains, and used her blood to add two more slash marks to the scorecard on his arm. Brain Keene- Urban Gothic
Tanith frowned. Did people still go on DATES any more? She was sure they did. They probably called it something different though. She tried to think of the last date she'd been on. The last PROPER date. Did fighting side by side with Saracen Rue count as a date? They ended up snuggling under the moonlight, drenched in gore and pieces of brain - so it had PROBABLY been a date. If it wasn't, it was certainly a fun time had by all. Well, not ALL. But she and Saracen had sure had a blast.
Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?Come and visit your good friend Sweeney. You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.I will have vengenance.I will have salvation. Who sir, you sir?No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!Sweeney's. Waiting. I want you bleeders. You sir! Anybody!Gentlemen now don't be shy!Not one man, no, nor ten men. Nor a hundred can assuage me.I will have you!And I will get him back even as he gloatsIn the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats. And my Lucy lies in ashesAnd I'll never see my girl again. But the work waits!I'm alive at last!And I'm full of joy!