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An explosion rushed in from the kitchen. The first thing Charlie saw was the rivers of blood coming from their arm. They felt an excruciating amount of pain and made a disgruntled noise as they saw a sharp peice of glass, drenched in red airsing from a deep wound. Charlie collapsed and rested their head on a wall as the room started to spin. They could feel blood gradually dripping down from a cut on their lip.
"Dammit," a voice muttered. "Now I got to end you myself." Charlie looked up to see a figure, though the the loss of blood made their vision blurred. Their right then gave out causing them to slip onto the floor.
"Good thing I brought this!" Charlie was about to speak when the silhouette slit their throat. Blood spewed all over the floor, the adjacent wall, and onto the figure's smiling face. Their left hand shot up to cover the gash. They looked down at their shaking hand, now painted red.
"See, I did it perfectly! Enough to cause a massive amount a pain, but not too much that it would kill you!" The shadow smiled, "Cause I like to end with a final blow!"
They felt an unbearable burning pain in their stomach. They could hear fluids squelching as the figure took the knife out. The smell of their blood spilling out of their body made them want to puke. They could taste the metallic liquid running up their throat, then trickling down from their slit. Charlie's vision started to blacken as it was getting harder to breathe. Their body twitched as they felt like they hadn't slept in days. Trying desperately to keep their eyes open. Until they just couldn't.