::BANG:: ::gun drops to the carpeted floor like a weight; steam sizzling from the muzzle. Followed by three drops of dark tainted blood::
 ::red fumes smog through the air, with in my room::
 ::two more shots rang out, BANG!...BANG!, the corpse falls from his blood spattered chair to the soft flooring:: rolling over his weapon i near closer
look through my back sights of my Walther P99,::BANG!::
amounts, pints of blood seep into the fresh carpet, stinging the ground like a virus, bleaching everything in sight with red.
as i drag the disfaced body to a near by linen closet i spot a note in the right upper pocket of his newly ironed suit coat. it reads,"U 607 p0wned n00b!"
I quickly look down to see his jacket sitting on the "blood" covered ground. He was gone. I kick the jacket open with my "blood" stain boots
i kneeled down to the red tainted floor to pet it behind the left ear. I felt something and pulled at it. It was a notes reading, "On the third meow there will be a bang, on the second there will be a bam, on the third there will be a.....
"what could there be on the third meow???"
::BANG!::
::eyesight went blurry then black, i was dead, lying in my own blood and brain::
::and the kitten laughed::
::end::