Post by Lyaera Amavaintria on Feb 5, 2013 21:16:34 GMT -5
So, hell knows what was going on in my head when I wrote this. Don't read it if you have a weak stomach.
"Don't scream . . .
"Don't scream . . .
. . . I may just have to kill you."
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My deepest darkest fear? What do I fear? Do I fear death? Do I feel the dark? Do I fear spiders? The truth is... I have none. Many would call me a liar... but in truth, I fear nothing... I feel nothing. Fear... we use it so often. Fear; noun - an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Emotion; noun - a natural instinctive state of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. Any of the particular feelings that characterize such a state of mind, such as joy, anger, love, hate, horror, etc.
Joy; unnecessary. Anger; refreshing. Love; overrated. Hate; necessary. Horror; delightful.
So much I don't understand and yet I understand it all the very same. Emotion. Emptiness. Death. Life. A tear that falls... but why? Happy? Or sad? Why does the tear fall? Why does it meet its end when it falls? Nothing lasts forever, everything is never-ending. I breathe in, then I breathe out. Why does the air escape me only to return?
I stand here alone, I await in the shadows. Kalm is most quiet at night, not noisy... so much noise, I hate noise. Would one prefer to kill another where it can be so easily heard but not seen? Or seen but not heard? What difference does it make? The person still dies. "Die... die... die..." I repeat the words again and again, almost as if loving the sound of my own voice, the soft mono tone gives the word no emotion, no feeling... Death is not an emotion.
"Kill... kill... kill..." I repeat a different word, but with the same outcome as dying, I sound possessed but yet the word gives me comfort. I am here at half past two at night, doing what I usually do, it is not my sport nor my hobby, but something I must do... something I always do. I have been waiting in the shadows for an hour, holding one of my darling puppets to my bosom, my beloved Dia... she is unstable, she is beautiful... so... beautiful, her raven black hair matching my own... oh, how I brush it until it is silken, so very beautiful. She is my child.
I wait and wait. She has not yet returned, I have kept my eye on her for quite some time now... tonight will be her last. She is a whore, she is a desperate man's caller, their bitch, their toy... she has no place here, she is filthy. "Dirty... vile... eliminate... kill... kill... kill..." I whisper the words in an unsteady tone, I remind myself what I must do, I will not leave until this is over. It has to be done. I cannot move. I must stay. She will be claimed... death will have her! She must die. She must die. She must die! Kill... kill... kill...
She will die.
I've waited for one hour and thirty minutes, she will come out very soon, I look across the center of the village at the house I stand opposite against... there she will exit, I see her silhouette through the windows, performing an act on her caller. Such acts create pleasure for humans? Pleasure? Pain? What is the difference? Pain; noun - physical, mental, or emotional suffering or discomfort caused by illness, injury or distress. Pleasure; verb - to give sexual enjoyment or satisfaction.
Humans disgust me, their ways are most unnecassary. I suddenly break from my thoughts, finally they have finished and I see the young woman leave her caller's home while buttoning up her shirt, I grimanced in disgust but then began to promenade silently as I follow. My bare feet against the cold and wet paving makes my numb body tingle for a slight moment, sending me a wave of relief and comfort. My beautifully hand-made kimono dragging along behind me as I feel my beloved Dia shaking and jerking with violent excitement against my hip as I place her in my obi safely.
My blood red lips soon curve into a smile, beautiful yet sinister. I know what will happen, Dia knows what will happen... this pathetic girl of eighteen does not. Her blonde hair is tied up with a pink band though her hairstyle is imperfect, she had tied it up in a rush thus making her look unattractive. She appeared quite flustered when she left her caller's home, who just so happened to be in his later fourties... disgusting humans.
My topaz left and ruby right eyes dart down to her behind, her skirt is unnecessarily short and it appeared that she had left her underwear with her caller, something I've noticed her to do quite often. Sickening. She takes a shortcut through a dark and dank alleyway, a move most unwise on her side of the chessboard as the alleyway has no end but one that is dead.
She's realised one of many of her mistakes upon noticing the wall and turns, only for her body to jolt and her dirty mouth to produce a gasp. There I stand, she is looking straight at me but I remain still. "H-Hello...?" she lets out a relieved sigh, she lets her guard down... believing herself to be safe, what a fool. "You frightened me, I thought you were-... nevermind..." she is attempting to talk to me, why do humans talk at such unnecassary times? Are they oblivious to the danger that is straight in front of them? Or idiotic?
I give her no response which then cause a small bead of sweat to form on her brow, she is nervous... I can tell, her fear washes over me in waves, my anticipation building up inside me. But I remain where I am, I do not move, I stand there still and silent, she is studying my features, the moon always does tend to make my pale skin radiant and pristine, my red lips painted to perfection and my eyes continue to burn into her like a lifeless doll. "Are... you real?" she asks me but again I do not respond nor move, my eyes have been focussed on her shadow all this time, I think she saw my lips twitched into another twisted smile.
I see it... something small climbing up her back, something so beautiful... something unstable... "So... beautiful..." the girl appears hypnotised now, though I do not take this filthy creature's words as a compliment, she is not fit to. A soft and menacing chuckle forms in the depths of my throat as I whisper my favourite words; "Kill... kill... kill... kill..."
The girl seems confused for a moment, opening her mouth to speak but all that came out at that sudden moments were gurgles and splutters as blood spurt from her disgusting mouth. Around her neck had been a sharp and deadly wire used to cut deep into her throat, she had no time to register her own death before falling to the ground with my beloved Dia upon her back. I walk over and crouch down to where the dead whore now lay, picking up my beloved pet and wiping away any filth before stroking her darling face with care.
I place her in the front of my obi sash so that she may watch me at work, from the leather garter strapped to my thigh which contained various bladed tools, I took from it first a scalpel and drew a line on the victims arm, a trail of blood then trickled out and I placed my finger against it, collecting a small droplet and inspected it closely to the light. It was rich in colour, a lovely poppy red, the colour would do fine but I would have to do tests on it later to check for any diseases. From my bag I took out a medium sized jar and placed it near the wrist of the girl before then piercing as many veins I could see in this terrible lighting and quite soon the blood spurted out and filled my jar almost immediately.
I closed my jar and placed it back inside the bag. Then I went onto her torse, stripping her of her shirt and leaving her top half exposed, taking my scalpel once more I drew a line from between her breast and down to her stomach before then ripping open her torso in order to see what lay within. It was a sight that again made me tingle and Dia shake violently with excitement, I used no gloves for this as I so loved the feeling of warmth blood and guts against my smooth silken skin.
I felt around for five minutes until coming across something tough, I gripped slightly before realising I have my hand on the girl's ribs, they would do nicely. I would only need three so I applied much needed pressure on her left side until I eventually heard that sweet yet sickening crack and before long I began to rip and pull at them until they so gruesomely left the girl's body, they were rather bloody but I would clean them later as I then wrapped them in a black silk and placed them in my bag. I checked her teeth but they were in terrible condition and would do me no good, so then I went onto her eyes. One was rather healthy whilst the other looked as if it was infected, that wouldn't do so I only extracted the one.
Lastly, it came to the hair, good in colour, perfect condition, strong, and healthy. "I think with this, Dia... dear Eris will finally be repaired..." I spoke soothingly to my dear pet as I then began to shave the girl's head from the scalp with a different tool. After a fair long hour, I was finished and no longer required this girl. I placed Dia back down, telling her that she knew what to do and responded with a crazed enthusiastic nod as I then began to walk away from the scene.
As I approached home I felt my darling Dia climbing up and onto my shoulder as the area we had just been in burst into flames. I turned my head slightly and smiled my usual twisted and child-like smile, the flames soon began to die down and like always there was another death and another sad soul that would not be missed, no evidence, no witness, just the way it always was...
I then took Dia and myself inside, my home filled with various porcelain dolls and music boxes on the shelves along with puppets hanging from the cieling, cushions and fine silken materials scattered along the floor in the Living Room with but two couches, a fireplace and coffee table. It was quite oriental but also looked as if a child resided here.
Exhausted, I let my body fall onto my favourite couch as I curled up with Dia hugged to my bosom. I lay there staring at the black cieling, nothing on my mind in particular... I would place my new materials in storage shortly, but right now...
A spider caught my attention.
Joy; unnecessary. Anger; refreshing. Love; overrated. Hate; necessary. Horror; delightful.
So much I don't understand and yet I understand it all the very same. Emotion. Emptiness. Death. Life. A tear that falls... but why? Happy? Or sad? Why does the tear fall? Why does it meet its end when it falls? Nothing lasts forever, everything is never-ending. I breathe in, then I breathe out. Why does the air escape me only to return?
I stand here alone, I await in the shadows. Kalm is most quiet at night, not noisy... so much noise, I hate noise. Would one prefer to kill another where it can be so easily heard but not seen? Or seen but not heard? What difference does it make? The person still dies. "Die... die... die..." I repeat the words again and again, almost as if loving the sound of my own voice, the soft mono tone gives the word no emotion, no feeling... Death is not an emotion.
"Kill... kill... kill..." I repeat a different word, but with the same outcome as dying, I sound possessed but yet the word gives me comfort. I am here at half past two at night, doing what I usually do, it is not my sport nor my hobby, but something I must do... something I always do. I have been waiting in the shadows for an hour, holding one of my darling puppets to my bosom, my beloved Dia... she is unstable, she is beautiful... so... beautiful, her raven black hair matching my own... oh, how I brush it until it is silken, so very beautiful. She is my child.
I wait and wait. She has not yet returned, I have kept my eye on her for quite some time now... tonight will be her last. She is a whore, she is a desperate man's caller, their bitch, their toy... she has no place here, she is filthy. "Dirty... vile... eliminate... kill... kill... kill..." I whisper the words in an unsteady tone, I remind myself what I must do, I will not leave until this is over. It has to be done. I cannot move. I must stay. She will be claimed... death will have her! She must die. She must die. She must die! Kill... kill... kill...
She will die.
I've waited for one hour and thirty minutes, she will come out very soon, I look across the center of the village at the house I stand opposite against... there she will exit, I see her silhouette through the windows, performing an act on her caller. Such acts create pleasure for humans? Pleasure? Pain? What is the difference? Pain; noun - physical, mental, or emotional suffering or discomfort caused by illness, injury or distress. Pleasure; verb - to give sexual enjoyment or satisfaction.
Humans disgust me, their ways are most unnecassary. I suddenly break from my thoughts, finally they have finished and I see the young woman leave her caller's home while buttoning up her shirt, I grimanced in disgust but then began to promenade silently as I follow. My bare feet against the cold and wet paving makes my numb body tingle for a slight moment, sending me a wave of relief and comfort. My beautifully hand-made kimono dragging along behind me as I feel my beloved Dia shaking and jerking with violent excitement against my hip as I place her in my obi safely.
My blood red lips soon curve into a smile, beautiful yet sinister. I know what will happen, Dia knows what will happen... this pathetic girl of eighteen does not. Her blonde hair is tied up with a pink band though her hairstyle is imperfect, she had tied it up in a rush thus making her look unattractive. She appeared quite flustered when she left her caller's home, who just so happened to be in his later fourties... disgusting humans.
My topaz left and ruby right eyes dart down to her behind, her skirt is unnecessarily short and it appeared that she had left her underwear with her caller, something I've noticed her to do quite often. Sickening. She takes a shortcut through a dark and dank alleyway, a move most unwise on her side of the chessboard as the alleyway has no end but one that is dead.
She's realised one of many of her mistakes upon noticing the wall and turns, only for her body to jolt and her dirty mouth to produce a gasp. There I stand, she is looking straight at me but I remain still. "H-Hello...?" she lets out a relieved sigh, she lets her guard down... believing herself to be safe, what a fool. "You frightened me, I thought you were-... nevermind..." she is attempting to talk to me, why do humans talk at such unnecassary times? Are they oblivious to the danger that is straight in front of them? Or idiotic?
I give her no response which then cause a small bead of sweat to form on her brow, she is nervous... I can tell, her fear washes over me in waves, my anticipation building up inside me. But I remain where I am, I do not move, I stand there still and silent, she is studying my features, the moon always does tend to make my pale skin radiant and pristine, my red lips painted to perfection and my eyes continue to burn into her like a lifeless doll. "Are... you real?" she asks me but again I do not respond nor move, my eyes have been focussed on her shadow all this time, I think she saw my lips twitched into another twisted smile.
I see it... something small climbing up her back, something so beautiful... something unstable... "So... beautiful..." the girl appears hypnotised now, though I do not take this filthy creature's words as a compliment, she is not fit to. A soft and menacing chuckle forms in the depths of my throat as I whisper my favourite words; "Kill... kill... kill... kill..."
The girl seems confused for a moment, opening her mouth to speak but all that came out at that sudden moments were gurgles and splutters as blood spurt from her disgusting mouth. Around her neck had been a sharp and deadly wire used to cut deep into her throat, she had no time to register her own death before falling to the ground with my beloved Dia upon her back. I walk over and crouch down to where the dead whore now lay, picking up my beloved pet and wiping away any filth before stroking her darling face with care.
I place her in the front of my obi sash so that she may watch me at work, from the leather garter strapped to my thigh which contained various bladed tools, I took from it first a scalpel and drew a line on the victims arm, a trail of blood then trickled out and I placed my finger against it, collecting a small droplet and inspected it closely to the light. It was rich in colour, a lovely poppy red, the colour would do fine but I would have to do tests on it later to check for any diseases. From my bag I took out a medium sized jar and placed it near the wrist of the girl before then piercing as many veins I could see in this terrible lighting and quite soon the blood spurted out and filled my jar almost immediately.
I closed my jar and placed it back inside the bag. Then I went onto her torse, stripping her of her shirt and leaving her top half exposed, taking my scalpel once more I drew a line from between her breast and down to her stomach before then ripping open her torso in order to see what lay within. It was a sight that again made me tingle and Dia shake violently with excitement, I used no gloves for this as I so loved the feeling of warmth blood and guts against my smooth silken skin.
I felt around for five minutes until coming across something tough, I gripped slightly before realising I have my hand on the girl's ribs, they would do nicely. I would only need three so I applied much needed pressure on her left side until I eventually heard that sweet yet sickening crack and before long I began to rip and pull at them until they so gruesomely left the girl's body, they were rather bloody but I would clean them later as I then wrapped them in a black silk and placed them in my bag. I checked her teeth but they were in terrible condition and would do me no good, so then I went onto her eyes. One was rather healthy whilst the other looked as if it was infected, that wouldn't do so I only extracted the one.
Lastly, it came to the hair, good in colour, perfect condition, strong, and healthy. "I think with this, Dia... dear Eris will finally be repaired..." I spoke soothingly to my dear pet as I then began to shave the girl's head from the scalp with a different tool. After a fair long hour, I was finished and no longer required this girl. I placed Dia back down, telling her that she knew what to do and responded with a crazed enthusiastic nod as I then began to walk away from the scene.
As I approached home I felt my darling Dia climbing up and onto my shoulder as the area we had just been in burst into flames. I turned my head slightly and smiled my usual twisted and child-like smile, the flames soon began to die down and like always there was another death and another sad soul that would not be missed, no evidence, no witness, just the way it always was...
I then took Dia and myself inside, my home filled with various porcelain dolls and music boxes on the shelves along with puppets hanging from the cieling, cushions and fine silken materials scattered along the floor in the Living Room with but two couches, a fireplace and coffee table. It was quite oriental but also looked as if a child resided here.
Exhausted, I let my body fall onto my favourite couch as I curled up with Dia hugged to my bosom. I lay there staring at the black cieling, nothing on my mind in particular... I would place my new materials in storage shortly, but right now...
A spider caught my attention.
