Vido
Having known this man for the last several hours, Vido could think of nothing more than seeing him ripped to shreds and the pieces strewn about the yard. The pissant of a creature was sniveling to himself, locked away in the room, idly picking at the last pieces of his nose. He whistled a clammy tune, breathing softly, then shallow, short and whiny. Vido watched him pick at the stub, a grizzled, knotted thing where once twin eyes had gazed through an empty glare, disgusted at the images assaulting him.
Vido looked at his reflection in the mirror. It seemed less empty than he had remembered. As if there was another person there...
Vido looked at his reflection in the mirror. It seemed less empty than he had remembered. As if there was another person there...