(‼️BLOOD/GORE WARNING‼️)
[Killer POV]The last survivor. You had killed everyone, almost everyone; just one person stands in your way from the end of your slaughter.
You chased him endlessly, slash after slash, stab after stab, until he was dead; or at least you believe md he was. The timer didn't hit zero. It froze at 0:01 and cracked. You noticed his “lifeless” body began to sprout wings, or at least what you thought was; they didn’t seem in the condition to fly. But the wings seemed rather forceful... Ripping out of his back, causing blood to splatter. (which wasn’t blood; instead black liquid.)
He slowly stood up before falling back to his knees, the black “blood” dripping down his back as he began to laugh. The laugh grew to a maniacal extent as he stood up, gripping his black liquid-stained dagger painfully tight.
He turned to look at you with a sadistic smile one his face as he began to speak, breathing heavily as his body twitched unnaturally.
“Shadows die twice, asshole...” He spoke with a shaky voice, still chuckling darkly. He suddenly began to run at you with a crazed smile, laughed sadistically. “I’LL WATCH YOUR BLOOD POUR!” He yelled as he ran towards you with undeniable bloodlust.
He didn't cate if he lived or died at this point. He only wanted to see your blood spill as he worshiped his Precious Spawn.