The Sighting of Genocide

The Description of the Area:
The area, was now surrounded in cities, people walking from place to place. Women and men walking traveling to one destination to another. Loud sounds booming across the area as cars zoom through the streets paying no mind to the trafic lights. Coming to a halt comes one taxi cab, stopping in front of a little white hair boy. The taxi driver gets out, to see if the boy was alright, the child just simply smiled. Then within the last seconds the taxi driver was seen smeered across the front of the windshield wipers. His body torn in half, on the childs face drips red blood pouring to the ground. He would lift up his right hand licking it clean. People now seeing the dead taxi driver everyone comes to a stop to rush to the scene. Police cars now heading to the scene, the child no where to be found. As everyone rushes into that one area, it would soon be the last, sight and visual placing they would ever have.

Genocide's New Awakening:
A child walks over to the people surrounding the bloody taxi-cab. His hands flailing about as he looked at a female, as if saying 'up up' this was normally a child reference for a person to pick them up. The female would look down at the child as she was in shock. She would ask who he belonged to before picking him up, the women had picked him up, then just like that his eyes glew a demonic red, it must have been a fast ending seeing how in one second he was picked up the next she had been lying on the ground, body scrambled. The boy now vanishing from the scene, watches a far to see their reaction, smiling and clapping caused him to want more of this killing. He would, smile this time giggling, as the others looked at him from looking away from the dead corpses. He would then get that glint in his eyes, bite his finger, causing it to bleed and suckked up the blood spitting it at the police officer, as he snapped his fingers, the childs blood exploaded onto another person, freaking out the officer now dead. The child continued to snap his fingers, as his blood transfered from one dead body to the next. Laughing as he continued to snap his fingers, watching one by one the dead corpses flying all over the place. He would lift up his head after they all died. He would get this sudden urge in his stomach, this told him he was hungry. He walks over to the bodies one by one placing his hand on the dead and ripped up corpses, the bodies sucked into his hand leaving nothing but the clothes and the blood spattered across the ground. Genocide was back and he was ready to kill. With an insane look he giggled, then looked around spotting a butterfly, he would chase it around the streets laughing, till he caught it, like the humans he killed the butterfly would not last very long.

Shane having to listen to his MP3 player and bumping his head a bit, the Taxi driver of course beeping, throwing vulgar in italian. Shane taps the Taxi Driver, taking out some euros. "Grazie per il passaggio, è possibile fermarsi qui, vado a piedi." (Translation: Thanks for the ride, You can stop here, i'll walk.) Shane said, smiling a bit and taking his Guitar case and slinging it over his back as he stepped out of the Taxi, starting to take the walk, seeing the Police Cars past by. "Wonder what that was all about. Must be something real serious happening to get the police going." Shane thought to himself.