Trial 1 - Part 6: Bloody Finale

Crimson blood poured everywhere, blood was spirting like a fountain, blood was splashing like fountains, blood was spurting like water, blood was pouring from a faucet, blood was a torrent of blood - So much blood. And, there was so much blood. There were many things about this blood that were unusual: It was sticky, sticky blood.

And it stunk.

It was as if an underground ocean of filth had been pumped up into the body cavity of an elephant and then spewed out and onto the elephant, and, out of the elephant, this pool of blood. The pool of blood was a sticky, gummy mess, a tar like sludge, and the inside of the elephant seemed to have been drenched with this filth, and then, the elephant had exploded out and spat out this massive mess of thick, dark red gore.

So, there was a pool of blood in the body cavity of all the corpses. The pool of blood was so big and so wide, and there was so much blood in the pool of blood, and it was so thick and so sticky, and it was so heavy, it was as if some giant beast had spilled out the pool of blood out of the elephant and into the sky, and then the pool of blood was falling down like a rain of blood, and, it splattered onto everything it touched.

Corpses stained about, and each was covered in blood - Sticky, crimson blood. It was as if a hurricane had come and swept through the place, leaving it a mess of blood and corpses, and the air reeked of blood and sweat. Some corpses were torn, broken and mangled, and some bodies were burned and disfigured, and, the smell of death was everywhere.

It was very warm, hot, and heavy. It was like the room was filled with a dark, sticky darkness.

The people had been cut open, and their guts, their internal organs, had been ripped out and scattered about the room, and, they were lying on the floor in a pile of blood and guts. In some places, the corpses had been stacked, and there were many people piled together on top of each other. Some people were piled with one person's head protruding over the pile, and some people had arms sticking out and blood sprayed about their face and head, and, their faces were all contorted in terrible agony. In other places, the corpses had been thrown up against walls and furniture and doorways, and, in many places, bodies were twisted and bent and broken. Some of the bodies, were torn open, and their intestines and insides had been ripped out of them. And, all of the blood was sticky, gummy, tar like.

The smell of death filled the air, and the smell of blood and sweat permeated everywhere. And, the people that were lying on the floor in the sticky blood were all dead. Their faces were twisted, bloody and contorted in terrible pain. Their eyes were red, and they had open mouths, and, they had bulging, purple eyes, and their mouths were foaming at the corners, and, all their teeth had been smashed out. Blood was all over their faces, and blood was everywhere. Blood had smeared on their bodies, and covered their hands and their arms, and, it had spattered and splattered in a weird pattern all over their bodies.

There were so many corpses piled on top of one another. It was as if some giant had just come in and had started piling up corpses all around the room. There were so many corpses in the room, and there were so many piles of corpses, and, it was a horrible, grotesque scene.

I could feel my senses filling with dread, and I could feel dread, and the atmosphere was heavy, and the room was cold, and I could feel cold air everywhere, and, a sense of foreboding washed over me, and, it felt like some huge darkness, something big and terrible and evil, was looming about in the room.

I felt it.

It was all around me, and, it felt as if it was all about me, and, it felt as if I was all alone in this hell of blood, and corpses, and death, and evil, and, it felt like I was completely and totally alone in this place, and, there was no one here, and, there was no one I could trust, and, there was no one I could turn to, and, there was no one that I could reach. I felt as if I was trapped in this place, and, there was no way out, and, the people around me, they were dead, and, they were dead, and, there was no hope. There was no way out. I was trapped - That meant that there must be one last person to kill, or at least a couple few left.

I just heard the dead people crying and moaning and groaning, and, it was so loud, that it was like a deafening roar, and, the moans and the groans from all the dead people in the room were louder than anything else, and, it was as if some giant beast was tearing and gnashing and chewing up the corpses. I was frozen, I was paralyzed, and, I was too frightened to move, and, I was too scared to scream, and, I had a feeling of dread, and, I couldn't breathe, and, I felt as if I was going to throw up, and, my stomach was filled with cold, icy vomit.

But, I felt myself being pulled forward, being drawn towards a body lying on the floor in a pile of corpses, and, the body on the floor was a female body, and, the body was lying there in a pile of corpses, and, the female body's skin was covered in a thick, crimson, sticky blood, and, the body had to be lying in the middle of the room, and, it was lying on its back. It's the dead woman that I heard moaning and groaning, and, it's the dead woman that I was going to have to kill, and, I stood over the body, looking down at her, and, she was lying there, she was moaning and groaning, and, she was moaning, and, she was groaning in the most horrible, terrible way, and, it was as if something was chewing, and, tearing, and, gnawing on her corpse, and, she had a bloody cloth wrapped tightly around her head, and, she had her eyes tightly shut, and, her mouth was foaming at the corners, and, she was making these terrible moans and groans and cries, and, her face was all stained with blood, and, it was covered with a thick, crimson, sticky blood.

The dead woman's face looked like it was filled with terrible anguish. Her face was contorted, and, her mouth was foaming at the corners, and, she was twisting and turning in agony.

The dead woman was alive!

But that meant she needed to die. She was weak, her muscles tired, and she was already on her way to death - To speed up the process wouldn't be wrong. She moaned and groaned, getting more pathetic which each wail; it was like glass shards to my ears, an annoyance to be snuffed out.

To look down at her face and see how much she's failed, failed to be alive and well, failed to survive - Was too much to bear. The woman was lying there with her eyes shut, and her mouth was foaming at the corners, her lips were so rosy pink; it was as if some beast was chewing and gnawing on her, she was making these terrible groans and cries.

She needed to die, she was weak, and she was so pathetic; she was a pitiful excuse for a creature, she needed to die now. There was only one way to make sure that she would die: A cold-blooded murder. The bloodless murder. A method that would cause her to die as soon as possible. The way to kill a creature such as that: It was her that was the weak one, and she needed to die now. She needed to perish.

I walked over to her, and knelt down to where we made eye-contact. I could feel her burning hatred for me through the air. Her chest was rising and falling with her breaths, and I could see her pores standing out on her skin. She was trying her best to stay alive, and she could feel the strength within her. She was determined. She was struggling. She was sure of herself to see this through. But, my eyes burned and enraged her. She began to scream. She screamed in horror, she screamed in pain and suffering.

I wrapped my hands around her neck, her soft neck - She was so warm, and I pressed down hard against her neck, and her screams were silenced. Her breathing began to grow weaker, her body became lifeless, and her eyes began to close. Her body went limp, and her body crumbled to the ground.

I stood up, and stared down at the body. I couldn't be satisfied with what I did. There was no satisfaction. She deserved to die, and she deserved to die by my hand. I was the only one who would win this game. The only one that would be triumphant. The only one that would finish the job.

I would never stop, I would never relent, and I would never let her live to witness her death.

And it was all worth it in the end, because as soon as I finished her off - A black fog formed beneath my feet, reminiscent of the same black fog that brought me here.

I had done it, I won my trial - By blood and gore, I won. Halleluiah~!