A/N: Hey guys! I'm on spring break this week, so that's why I'm churning out all the stories. I've never written a first-person fic before and don't usually write about Grissom. This is meant to show his dark side a little, but please read the entire thing - don't give up half way. It really needs to be read twice. I hope I don't offend anyone - just a crazy thought in my mind. Enjoy and review!
He had it coming.
The bastard was struggling now to get away, but I kept a firm grip on him, holding him down. I'd seen so many of his kind just living their lives in the most despicable way. Just living without any purpose; no goals; feeding off of whatever others left him; taking what wasn't his. His life was pointless and the world would be better without him.
I'm not normally a vengeful or angry man, but I had to do it. His life had to end. One too many times he'd pissed me off – him and all of his kind. It had been a rough week at work and I had to take it out on somebody. Why did he matter? No one would care of there was one less scumbag in this world.
I held down his body and took out my knife. He didn't make any noise, but squirmed beneath my fingers, trying to free himself. I held my knife up, the blade gleaming in the morning sunlight, my grip strong and firm. After a moment's pause, I brought the knife down hard and heard the blade cut through the flesh. I felt strangely excited at the texture, the toughness, and the sound of stainless steel on the flesh. I took the blade out and brought it down on my victim again in a similar manner. He still didn't make a sound – those of his kind often didn't, though the pain must be unbearable. The feeling seemed to be addictive and suddenly I couldn't stop myself. Over and over, I brought the blade down, piercing the skin easily each time. Everything that had happened in work the week; my lack of a personal life; my unrealized need for Sara; all of the pain surfaced and was finally able to show its ugly head as I pounded at the victim again and again.
Finally, after a minute or so, I found that I had enough. I threw the knife down on the dock and wiped the sweat from my brow, and finally sat down, exhausted from the excursion. As I rested, I looked down at my victim, lying motionless there on the wood. I felt no guilt whatsoever. The bastard had it coming. But now I realized I definitely couldn't eat him, he was so battered.
I picked up my fishing poll and took my seat again on my lounge chair just by the edge of the dock. I glanced down again at the fish I had just killed. Now I finally had some fresh bait to fish with. I carefully hooked on a little piece of the sacrificed fish and cast the bait into the lake. Grissom sighed, enjoying the calm, tranquil atmosphere of the lake and actually liking his time away from work enjoying his new pastime. He quietly thanked his little friend and hummed to himself as the quiet calmed him. Grissom felt a little bad for the fish, but hey – he was a fish. He had it coming.