Amethyst Ice
Prologue-
We all know that Sanderson is evil…but just how evil is he when nobody notices him in the first place?
"Edward, this obsession you have for power…it's driving you mad," the doctor explained. He blinked once, bringing the cigarette to his mouth and took a drag from it.
"…So what?" He muttered, softly blowing smoke.
"…According to your records, you're 'emotionally unstable,' and when you're not heavily medicated, you tend to be 'cruel and unforgiving when provoked'."
"…So?" Sanderson asked, stubbing out the rest of his cigarette in the ashtray nearby.
"You use physical attachments in place of any emotional ones." A cruel sneer slowly appeared on the young pixie's face as he stretched out his body very cat-like.
"Physical attachments are better than anything emotional, Doc. More pleasure for me…more pain for everyone else." Dr. Studwell sighed, leaning back into his chair. He glanced over his glasses at the young man that sat so casually, flopped over the armrest of his concentration couch. A young man so beautiful, stunning, yes, but monstrously selfish, and vain to the point of extreme narcissism and becoming an undoubtedly sadistic individual.
"Edward," Dr. Studwell sighed again, getting out his notebook and pen. "Let's try this again. Why don't YOU tell me what you think the problem is?"
"Well that might be hard, considering that I refuse to believe that there's a problem." he smartly replied.
"You hurt people for a hobby." The doctor looked at him squarely.
"I used to believe it was because you couldn't place physical pain upon them that you compensated for emotionally. But now, I don't think anything would hold you back if you went for physical violence. I hoped that you would shed this obsession, but you haven't. You've only honed your skills at it. Why do you enjoy hurting people Edward?" The handsome face fell cold throughout the doctor's description, haunting amethyst eyes demanding silence. Like the soulless inside of a devil.
"I'm not hurting them, Doc," the younger man replied, relaxing slightly.
"It's all a matter of how you choose to see it. I think of it as a little education about life. People expect to live a perfect world, but in truth there is nothing out there…wolves instead of rabbits…black instead of white…they're absolutely blind to the horror waiting for them in the real world…and that's where I come in…I shove them into the face of reality and watch their souls break as they realize there is nothing for them to live for. And those who refuse to believe…I make them break until there is nothing left but the empty shell that they call emotions. You say that I'm a heartless monster fucking with the minds of people, when really I'm just showing them what it means to live."
"Perhaps…or perhaps it's the other way around." The young pixie's face went colder, all expression leaving.
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe you're jealous of them Edward. Maybe, deep down, you dream of experiencing what you can't."
"Impossible." He spat.
"Maybe that's why you do it. Maybe that's why you give them pain. Maybe that's why you make them hurt. You do it because it's something you can never have. You give those people feelings, Edward."
"…I think that's quite enough for today, don't you agree doctor?" Sanderson got to his feet, looking somewhat paler and less calm.
"Yes," the doctor sighed, nodding his head.
"If you'll excuse me...I've got an important errand to do…"