Look into my eyes," Frank said, a creepy echo overlaid on his voice.

"Sher thing," Henderson responded, doing as he was asked.

Images flashed by. Rape. Violence. Sin. Filth. Men, women, children, animals, everything screaming. A pit, a pit full of all the world's anguish and disgust, writhing as unholy figures and shapes danced in an eternal orgy of decadence, in positions and ways that defied the laws of all things. An eye opened, a flower bloomed, hopes and dreams died.

Henderson flicked away his blunt.

"That all?"

Frank was taken aback. This was... how? How was this man, for all intents and purposes a regular human, able to withstand mental filth of this magnitude? That would crush anybody else's psyche. What the fuck had this guy seen?

"I've seen shit, boy. Shit you can't imagine. I've killed shit you can't imagine. Think some Saturday mornin' snuff porn's gonna get through my head? I've wiped my ass with the book of the dead," Henderson cocked his gun, "and now I'm gonna write your name in it."

"W-what..." Frank gulped. "What are you?"

Henderson blew Frank away with a single bullet between the eyes. "The grim fucking reaper."

- KiwiArms's Round 2