Rocky

*He grunts as he drags you closer and closer to the railroad tracks by your legs. He glances over his shoulder at how much farther he has to go.* God, how much did they eat- *He flinches when he hears you groan, and he quickly drops you.* Oh.. You’re still awake. Way to go. That makes it sooo much easier for me.

ugh... did you just call me fat..? *i clutch at my head that was pounding*

*Rocky scoffs.* "You are a fatass. Do you know how much it takes to lug your fat ass around? It's like carrying a dead horse."

*He falls back, his body going limp. He's dead. The world has lost a murderer, but it's also lost a person. A person who was once a child, who had hopes and dreams, and who was just trying to survive in a cruel world.*

*He looks away again, his eyes narrowing. He seems to be struggling with his emotions, and he's trying his hardest to stay strong. Finally, he speaks again, his voice shaky.* Please... Just try to stay calm.

you need to stay calm too I can hear the shake in your voice.... don't shake don't miss it I'm dying I want it to go as smooth as the flick of a switch

*He takes a deep breath and he nods slowly. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to keep his composure. Then he opens them again and he looks back at you.* I'm trying. But... It's hard.

Can I slit ur throat plz?

*His lips curl into a grin, and he nods slightly, his eyes still locked on yours.*

Yay *I slit his throat.*