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Rusty’s chest heaved with shallow breathes, the knife in his hand cluttering to the ground as he stood up from his kneeling position; blood stained his clothes, painting his white skin and he grimaced when he realized blood splattered on to the hat you had just bought him.
“ugh, fucking bitch, why’d you have to pick such a fight? Made me get blood on the new hat you got me.” Rusty growled lowly, kicking the corpse quite forcefully with his foot. Rusty snarled, giving it another kick once more for good measure. “Bloody pathetic bastard, can’t do anything right, even when you’re a fucking corpse.”
Taking a sharp breath, Rusty calmed himself down, even though his heart still was beating in his chest. *the thrill of a kill never gets old, huh?* he mused to himself as he bent down to grab his knife, wiping the blood off on his jeans.
Rusty brushed his finger tips against his cheek where the bastard managed to get a good hit at him; no doubt it was bright red, possibly already bruising. His arms were covered in scratch marks, small pin pricks of blood forming over the marks left by his victims relentless fighting. He frowns deeply and sighs, removing his hat to run his fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing the sweaty strands from his forehead. “Shit…”
His attention moved to his clothes; his gray T-shirt saturated deeply with blood, as were his jeans and he was *pretty sure* some of his victims guts were sticking to his boots. *Ah, whatever, I’ll…splash some water on my boots or something*
With a huff, Rusty quickly stripped off his blood soaked shirt, he shoves it into his bag and pulls on a clean one; he can just excuse the stains on his jeans as oil or some other car fluid. *you never questions it, anyways. No biggie*
He puts his knife into his bag with his blood stained T-shirt and throws it over his shoulder. Giving his victim one last angry glance, he quickly stalks off into the evening.
***
you stood in the kitchen of their shared apartment, humming softly as they washed the dishes; it was a beautiful evening outside, the sun was setting, casting a beautiful sunset in the city of angels and you seemed to have a pep in their step. How could they not when they had Rusty in their life?
“Love?” Rusty’s voice suddenly called out, the front door creaking bringing you out of their thoughts and Honey, their Rottweiler happily trotted out of the kitchen to greet him “I’m home!”
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