I had to get out of that classroom as soon as the bell could have allowed meā¦ I had spent four painfully dull hours in a lecture for business finances. Why the hell I took that class is a mystery to me - itās not as if I am so ignorant that I couldnāt successfully run Sullivan Corp. With my well trained business savvy. Nothing I thought would cool me down better than practicing my forms down at the training groundsā¦ Practicing my forms always brings me a sense of peace - however I was hardly at any sort of peaceā¦ Something kept scratching at the back of my mind - a tugging at the memory of the classā¦ what was it, what was itā¦ ahā¦ yes, thatās itā¦ The lanky little hybrid bastard at my other side reeked of moth balls. But no, there was something moreā¦ Perhaps it was the professor who was so hideously deformed with age - his knarled fingers and self righteous attitudeā¦ I loathed himā¦ I could smell the succulent juices that pumped though his veins that looked like bulging ropes under his frail skinā¦ I began to make more agitated slashes at the dummy with my wooden sword, however I became perfectly horrified as my minds eye turned the training doll into the antique pompous old cur that wasted his time breathingā¦ Slash, SLASH! Cut that ignorant self satisfied look off of his leathery old face! But wait - what am I doing? What is this beautiful feeling that stems from such hideous violence? Noā¦ I rememberā¦ I remember what I did to those huntersā¦ it is slowly becoming clear to me nowā¦
When I killed them, it wasnāt just the feeling of taking their life that thrilled meā¦ it was the idea that I destroyed not just everything they are, but everything they would have been. I took from them every chance they would ever have, every love they would ever know, everythingā¦ not just their breathā¦ And the suffering doesnāt end there; itās all like a giant spiderweb..! I saw their faces, the faces of his friends as they watchedā¦ horrifiedā¦. disgustedā¦ everyone around that person suffers as wellā¦ I thought to myself; Iāll end his life slowly, painfullyā¦ Iāll drag my blade across the feeble meager skin that so weakly protects his bonesā¦ each inch farther down the blade glides, the pressure will gradually increase and deepen the cut. At first it struck me as odd, before he began to bleed I glimpsed as the skin as it was separated. It was a faint purple and pink, like the colour of skinless raw chicken. It was so beautiful - matching the hue of his pale skin - it almost made me sad when the red covered it up. But that sadness disappeared as the sickeningly sweet perfume of imminent death thickened the air like a warm cloud of steamā¦ I smiled at him, and he rewarded me with a pitiful look of dread, his eyes filled with the apprehension of what I was going to do to him. I was so pleased to see one of my pets analyzing the situation so wellā¦ I couldnāt help myself, shoving the blade only a centimeter deeper into his skin. He screamedā¦ I reversed the direction of my blade, pushing it back up the previous line I had made - retracing it. The blood flowed in a much darker hue, so rich, his exasperated screams ringed a melodic tune. The cut I had inflicted ran from his chest down to his navel - and navel back up to his chest. I pulled the blade out and licked up the intoxicating residue from the edge. There were tears streaming down his pathetic face, spit and blood dripping from his twisted lips. He beggedā¦ begged and pleaded for me to stop. Oh how I loved the exhausted pleas that sounded like an animal whimperingā¦ I let out a heavy sigh and ran my hand soothingly down his sopping cheek. I hushed himā¦ I told him āitās all going to be okay nowā¦ I promise you, youāre suffering wonāt last much longer now. No more tearsā¦ā I brought my hands back down to the cut, only about two inches deep. It was so beautiful, how the blood ran down his side and painted his skinā¦ I lightly stroked my fingers down the red line, the man shaking and crying under the evil touchā¦ such a soft and supple touchā¦ I shifted my hands sideways and dug my fingers slowly into his flesh and wedged them in nice and deepā¦ I pulled and I pulledā¦ dividing and separating violently the tender meatā¦ The hunter released blood curdling screeches until I had successfully pulled apart every inch of the protective layers of muscle and tissue, left to gaze at the raw beauty of yellow bones and pumping organs peeking out through the window I had carved. As the sinew ripped in sounded like tearing wet fabricā¦ I could tell his breathing was shallow without hearing itā¦ knowing how fast his heart was beating without feeling itā¦ I didnāt have to, I could see it all displayed elegantly before me. My fingers trailed down the peeking ribsā¦ they were so warm. I brought my head down and displayed my fangs, piercing the skin of his neck and sucking up the warm liquid. That sickeningly sweet drug that dragged out from his veins to course through mineā¦ it was then I began to realize just what humans were; jangling skeletons snared in flesh and ragsā¦ Whatās this? Is there nothing left? How hungry I must beā¦ No breath escaped his lips anymore. I brought myself back up and gazed down at the gaping hole. His heart was nothing but a shriveled up ball of leatherā¦ His eyes were cold and glazed over, a look of pure terror and suffering still plastered on his lifeless mask. I heard something to my left. Splashingā¦ Oh how quaint, I made the one with broken legs vomitā¦ I guess the other one is dead already. No matter, I at least still have one more pet to play withā¦
Thatās it, oh ~ my that. Is. It..!
