Reason? It will be fun... and for my one curiosity
A/N: ... Laziness and other stuff... just pure laziness. I pretty sure no one remembers me from a year or two ago... still, dark piece and all that. Not for the faint of heart.
Disclaimer: The characters the story is based on are not mine. Only the story itself is mine. This applies for the rest of the story.
They have destroyed everything he has worked for. Everything he had, everything he needed to sustain a stable life. It was all gone. They have defiled him and his humanity. Well, no not his humanity, that has been lost a long time ago. Still driven beyond sanity, driven below the depths of hell. All that he had valued, all that he had loved... all for naught, as he lives and ages, not able to be young ever again. They had done everything to torture him, to have him injured. He cannot even remember the last time he had enjoyed his pets company. Or rather what was left of them. He could not remember the last time he had company, or even eaten a full meal. But they had not taken two things, his curiosity and his anger. He will have them pay, with every last drop of their blood. They will pay, with their sanity, their privilege to die, and their privilege to be happy. He can already imagine the blood he will spill, that will be spent, not out of anger but out of curiosity. All that was left of him was curiosity, the only thing keeping him going, everyday in routine. His plan would not fail, and even if it did, revenge would already be taken. He smiled, not the last one, but the first without emotion. Pleasure was gone already, all that was left was curiosity. He stalked back into the shadow as he spots his first victim.
Harris was having fun, enjoying himself, from his last job. It was a weird job, killing some birds, along with trashing some weirdo's stache of hearts with some other mercenaries. But the pay was good, and he would be able to retire at the age of 32. He focused at the women in front of him giving him a dance, a very enticing dance. He had been having a fun time at the club, staying there for hours. Needless to say, hunger had struck him. Grumbling, he walked out of the club, back into his apartment. It was a decent night, not too cold, not too warm. Walking in thought about what to eat, he had heard footsteps behind him. Looking back, all he saw was a needle and a man with glasses.
Chuckling, he had his first victim. Still, he was not satisfied. This experiment needed more people, more test subjects. They all deserved to be experimented. Dragging the man back to the warehouse, he had thought about what to do. Who would be next? What will he do? All of this was exciting him to no end.
A/N: Not as dark as is yet to come. A bit short, still need to warm up. Didn't write for so long. So yeah, continuing series. It should be really fun for me to write. This is basically pent up anger to people in the real world. And I will be back for more. Don't take that for 100% true statement... also if you still remember the old story I use to do, if you want me to continue it please tell me.