He enjoyed it
He really enjoyed it. He enjoyed seeing the blood, he enjoyed seeing the pain. The pain that he could see in their faces or hear in their screams. He most of al loved seeing the life go out of the human dying by his hand.
Of course he sometimes showed some mercy and killed them quick and painless, but it had to be bloody, he could then take pleasure in seeing the blood shattered around. He always made a mess and left it like that, he would never touch that filthy blood but seeing it and smelling the odour of it was enough.
He let the sand around him absorb the smell so it was always there. To remind him of his existence, yes this was what he lived for, taking the life of others. He lived only to kill, that was the meaning of his life so why not enjoy it at the same time.
Seeing the blood splattered around or running down someone's face was hypnotising. He had never been able to cause damage to himself, never been able to se blood trickle down his own body, maybe that was why blood was so fascinating for him.
The same with the pain, he wondered often how it felt, how that physical pain felt. He knew al to well the inner pain, the pain that never left and never would leave. He had gotten used to it.
Al in short, he enjoyed killing.
He could see the horror in the man's face as the sand approached him. The pleading in his eyes, the cries begging him not to do it. What had the man actually done? Nothing really, he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
That didn't make any difference, he had been on a search looking for easy flesh to chop. He had found what he was looking for and didn't plan on backing out just because of a few words or tears. He himself had also cried, had that helped him, had that gotten him anywhere, NO. Then why would this man from a few words think he would live. Pathetic.
The screams got loader when the sand started to crush the mans legs, he was not in the mood to show mercy today. He would do this slowly, enjoying it to the fullest. Of course he would rather kill something actually worth killing, this human was way to filthy to be called worthy, but he had to do, for now.
The sand crushed the mans body parts, one by one. Pure torture. Tears and screams came out of the man, as did the red beautiful fluid that blended with the sand. He looked intense at it, stopping the crushing for a while just to take in the sight of the blood
Even though nobody could se it, behind the mask of sand was an evil smile spread across his face, this was utter delight.
Soon the screams died out, when the body was dead so was soon also the man. Not dead but not alive. The last breath of the man came out, the last air that would leave is body. At this the sand wrapped around him, covered him completely. Taking the body up in the air, he held his hand up towards the coffin of sand and then shut the hand into a fist.
Blood was flying everywhere, the sand held it away from him. He could se it cover the ground, the trees, the small playground some meters away.
That had al been just to get out the last bit of the blood still within the man, just to squeeze everything out. The sand drew itself away from the crumbled pieces of flesh that was the remaining of the man, not human any more. And the smell was strong.
This had been what he needed for now, he had enjoyed it. Sad that it ended so quickly, but humans were easy to kill.
Even though he had once again lived up to his meaning of existents this wasn't anything worthy to remember, this was just for fun. Yes, he had enjoyed it.
