'The voice never seemed to come from just one direction. It emanated from the air itself, taking on its own living quality, cornering her, immobilizing her better than the painful layers of duct tape.' Yep, just another workday for everyone's favorite self-deifying, sniper-wielding serial killer.
Rated: T - English - Horror/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 972 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Published: 6/12/2012 - Complete