Welcome to the Realm of Red

The music is loud
The lights are low
Red has control of this crowd
And death is always painfully slow

When you walk through the door
You see a circle of them
In the center of the group, on his knees on the floor
Is a boy from your school, and you've always hated him

A tall adolescent with hair of fire
Stands over him with a little league bat
You know his time will soon expire
But the only thing you do is move closer, you wish to see that

The boy on the floor with tears on his face
Begs for his life, but the beating begins
The crimson-black blood splatters all over the place
Then the fire one, who is Red, stops, but this isn't where it ends

He drops the bat and looks at the broken teen
The bloodied victim is on the ground, already so close to losing his life
But close isn't good enough, and you'll see what I mean
Red smiles, bringing from his pocket a switchblade knife

He bends down and yanks the boy up some by his hair
"Please," the boy sputters with blood from his mouth, "I don't deserve to be dead."
Red smiles, licking blood from his lips, "Sorry, but death, as life, isn't always fair."
Several screams from the boy and cheers from the crowd, and the corpse falls without its head

Red licks the blood off his blade
Then lets the skull drop to the ground
Red says to three of the crowd, "Memory of him will soon fade,
But 'til then hide the body where it can't be found."

Some days later, in your private spot
The crowd gathers again
This time in the sunlight hot
And a new death is about to begin

You see, you told about what happened that night
And Red found out
This will be your last murder-fight
And no one will help, no matter how much you scream and shout

Red decides he doesn't have that much time to kill
He aims his rifle toward your chest
Wanting to see how much blood will spill
You know this about Red:  he likes blood the best

You close your eyes
You wait for the brief pain
Red simply states, "It's time for you to die."
Then it all goes black when the gun goes bang...