Mark died again.He was getting tired of this. Mark Stone stood over his body, just staring at it. He looked at the bullet hole in his temple, now oozing blood, turning his light, red, curly hair into a a dark, rusty colored mess. He then turned his gaze to the gun in his left hand, a simple service pistol he stole from his friend that was a police officer. He sighed, and waited for it to happen. T...

Inside me are sleeping demons.Silently, they are dreaming.But say the word, and they awake.Mad as hell, my mind they take.Inside me is my own hell.Where a hundred hopes have fell.Now, broken down, they are crushed.All the whispers of hope are hushed.Inside me is a broken heart.pierced by a fiery dart.Soon, I suppose, my heart will heal.Untill then, what do I feel?Inside me is a fighting soul,It bu...

Nick Silver refused to panic. The shirt he ripped off just a few moments earlier was already wrapped around his bloody arm. When nick jumped over the barbed wire fence, he shredded his arm in the process. While running, he skillfully turned his jail shirt into a makeshift bandage. Nimble fingers and a calm mind is what shaped him into the clever killer he is today. Although he prid...