| Skreamer
| Parish
| L8.oct.zool
Junk left trouser leg rolled up and closed his eyes tightly
clenched lips. this procedure have already come to him in the
habit, but despite this, each time before this Jahnke
experienced tremors in his lap. not out of fear not. in
anticipation. rolled up his pants, he took syringe in his right
hand and mechanically injected himself needle in the leg,
vprysnuv murky black liquid. syringe fell out of his hands.
Jahnke rolled his eyes and leaning back in his chair, lit a
cigarette.
- As it is, Junk? Torquay potion? hehe, now it's my turn.
Scratch picked up a syringe and scored from a dirty shabby
pan a little black liquid. repeating the same procedure
that Junck, he handed over a syringe Krauja. - Do not forget to
work cam Krauja! hahahahhh ... - Jahnke and Scratch laughed.
Krauja sharply giggled and picked up a syringe. hand wound with
rope, he firmly tightened it, and took the end of the rope in
his teeth and pulled.
- Now, baby, now! - Krauja slowly, as if savoring, introduced
syringe into a vein and slowly squeezed out all the content
there. - Here Now you can relax and ...
Scratch on the faces and froze Krauja blissful smile. Jahnke
calmly sat in his chair and smoked around it was clear that
it was good.
- Listen, Janke! as you master the potion. next time,
matnastoyatelnitsa, I will give their little girls. This Bayda
catching ...
Krauja suddenly got up and went up to scratch, extending his
hand. Scratch did not immediately realize what had happened,
but in his eyes was obvious that a little more, and all will
become clear ... Scratch took his hand and Krauja rose from the
floor.
- Begin?
Krauja nodded. Leaning slightly back, he suddenly
straightened and hit his head scratch right in the eye. Scratch
staggered, but did not fall. Krauja broke his brow, his eye was
covered with blood.
- Hahaha! Now it's my turn, Krauja! - Scratch and stabbed her
forehead straight into his nose. y Krauja bled.
They held hands and laughed.
- Ha-ha-ha! Come on, Krauja. - Krauja grinned and closed his
eyes and did not looking banged his head. opening his eyes, he
saw the Scratch holds in its hands a couple of teeth knocked
out.
- Hmm ... - Scratch a little corner of his mouth smiled,
revealing the location which recently had teeth, and struck his
chin in Krauja head.
Jahnke silently watched the scene. Finally, he rose from his
chair:
- Shit, that's Parish! - Jahnke spoke calmly and methodically.
He went to the Scratch and Krauja. All their faces were covered
with blood. they laughed, sticking his bloody language.
- Well, boys ... - Janke took them by the backs of their warm
palms. Scratch and Krauja stood on either side of him. - Give!
Jahnke hugged from behind the neck, then lifted his hands
slightly and with all the force their foreheads hit himself on
the temples. All three have fallen.
...
they found three days later. neighbor felt suffocating
smell. break the door did not have to - it was not locked.
Jahnke, Scratch and Krauja found in the middle of the room.
they were embracing each other in a pool of blood. in one
corner stood a dirty ragged pot with a black turbid liquid ...
