Why is blood red?

"Why is blood red?" You may find you asking yourself this question as you watch a scarlet waterfall cascade around your knees as the stab wound opens further. Your throat closes up as you struggle to breathe. Your vision starts to go black at the edges, and before you know it, you can't see. The only sounds you hear are your own screams. Then you stop thinking clearly and your heart stops. Then, well, he leaves you for the crows.

The masked killer watched in satisfaction is the blue wolf tried desparately to cover the abrasion her stomach, like a door. The sandpaper was gritty, but not quite enough. It took over half and hour to make a puncture with visible blood. His black eyes searched her as she looked at him with pleading in her eyes. He looked backnat her,his stare not wavering and laughed, a cold, cruel laugh.

Her delicate paws were stained scarlet, and as her body crashed to the floor, she looked too delicate, as if she'd shater as she hit the floor. But when the masked killer picked up her body, and dragged it to the field, she was stil intact. He dropped her, her arm landing over her forehead like she was posing for a painting. Her screams still echoed in his ears as he recalled that wonderful night.

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