blood! Haha, when I think of the way you boasted when we offered to take part, `We'll definitely come with you, we still have to settle accounts with her` ..." Now the boys really laughed. She just stared into space. But then a smile could be seen on her face that unsettled Vio and the others.The uncertainty could now be heard in Vios voice: "What are you grinning so stupidly, you probably haven't had enough yet, huh?" Then the boys struck. They got the hint. "So, Vio, now you can ..."


"Thank you, Chris, but I would have been able to cope with this zero number!". Now the empty gaze turned to Vio and the smile broadened as Vio approached with the knife. To hide her uncertainty, Vio quickly walked over to her and roughly yanked her head up by the hair. The smile on her face didn't change, and the expression on her eyes stayed the same. Confused, Vio let the knife whiz through the air, so that the silvery sheen on the blade seemed to pull silver threads through the air as well. The knife went down and slashed the skin of the already battered arms and made a slit in the face itself, from which blood slowly oozed. Vio noticed that her victim didn't seem to mind and hit him in the face, the expression on the face remained the same.Vio kicked her in the side, in the back, but she didn't seem to notice the desecration. Vio turned around unwillingly and said to Chris: "She hasn't had enough yet ... Teach her not to be told on us ..." and went back to her new friends. The boys beat their unwilling victim in a growing frenzy; kicked even when it was on the ground and only gulps of breath showed that it was still alive. When the victim only moved while breathing, Violet said that her new friends should settle their bills once. Pushed by their group, they kicked their ex-girlfriend in the ribs. The victim's oldest friend even went a step further, borrowed Violet's knife and made a daring cut, but missed her real target, the arm, and slashed half the side of her ex-girlfriend. She jumped back, startled, when the blood splashed up and wet her already blood-red hands with the warm, fresh blood.With eyes wide with horror, she now stood there in the rain and looked at the girl, who was now lying in his own puddle of blood with a battered body on the puddle-strewn paving stones, and with whom she had previously spent so many wonderful hours. Satisfied, Violet took the knife back and took out a handkerchief, with which she wiped the blood-smeared blade with cruel care and said: "Now it really looks better than before! ..." But this time only a few boys laughed, theirs Laughter forced sounded unnatural and soon died away. Violet's new friends first looked at Violet, and when her ex-girlfriend suddenly began to laugh softly, she looked at Violet. Confused, they looked at the girl, whose puddle of blood kept expanding and rivulets of humiliation began to form in the ground. Yes, she laughed, a laugh that was soft at first, but then louder. Violet raised an eyebrow and fixed her opponent.She went over to this one more time and kicked her in the side. The laughter, instead of dying, grew louder until it turned into a cough and a gush of blood came out of her mouth.


Her eyes were empty, and she kept the smile on her last breath while she still thought: Well, if everything really were as simple as in DBZ, I would have just killed my enemies. If dreams were hidden truths, I wouldn't be here now, and all suffering would have come to an end.


The fall of the rain increased as the blood oozing from the body like life mingled with it.






So, hopefully by now you know how important comments are. You could rebuild the ff-writers through your comments, but if you don't, depression will come up (at least for me) and the writers will think their stories are just terribly bad (which is the case with me anyway). If you want me to stop writing ff, just write and I'll do it.Oh, Nikouki and I came up with something else to get comments so that we can improve our writing style based on the criticism. If you manage to accumulate 5 comments on your comment account, then you are allowed to express a wish that we will try to fulfill.


You're probably thinking: how can you beg for comments like that?


The answer is very simple: we want to improve. Many Thanks.


Jeys


PS: If someone has problems with my outlook on life, then they should write me. But I think, even if I should do some wrong now (I am sorry for that), that some of these views are justified. An example: the money. If there were no money, the banker's son, for example, would still be alive now.