Prologue

TRIGGER WARNING: Smut, murder, terrible language, insanely graphic, mention of rape, etc.

Basically me murdering all the people I hate.

"You stood by and did /nothing/ while your /friends/ bullied me," the spleen fell to the floor. "You put me last," the stomach and last of the digestive system came out by Bri's hand. "you made fun of me for having a mental illness," the liver fell with a disgusting splash. "I tried and tried and tried," Bri pulled out the smaller organs that were much smaller than her hand, "yet," she tugged at his lungs, "I was never good enough." Variable #7's world faded to black as Bri removed his heart and smashed it with her hands.