Crow's eyes had an evil glint. The child had taken to the killing quickly. He looked at the floor, littered with lizards, mice, rats, cremlings, a gopher. Blood, multiple shades and colors, stained the carpet. Another step now. A small monkey, maybe twice the size of a big rat. He took it, and gladly. Cookie crumbs, frosting, sprinkles, and chocolate smears surrounded his mouth and decorated his face, and a few spots of blood. Not his. Crow watched as he cut it open, causing it extra pain. Perfect, this was going well. The child would never be the same, never be pleasant, or nice. The child, if released now, would be the school bully, the one thrown in jail at an early age for manslaughter or straight up murder. Yes, it was going exactly as he wanted it to.
@Silva