Prologue

"Maybe for a while..." whispered the less then enthusiastic young man as he approached the cold sub-basement of his home.

The other human in the room quickly shot his head up in surprise at the sound of that faint voice. Hard metal chained him to the wall and though his vision was blurred he saw many shining blades some rusted; many bloodied.

For a past few days the room had been intensely quiet, other then heavy breathing. The victim lost any hope he had and silenced his pleading. Knowing he was close to death, his final hour approaching quickly, he wanted to scream many things at the one who did this to him but he couldn't muster together the strength to even make a whisper.

Heavy boots clicked against the cheap titles in a way that would send shivers down the spine of a demon. "Maybe... For a while." The man repeated, he sounded as if he was in a daze. He wasn't speaking anyone, or, no one that could be seen.

Stopping not far from the victim chained to the wall he stood for what could have seemed like an entreaty. Staring at nothing in particular, seeming unaware of the dyeing man in the room. A single drop of red liquid hitting the floor snapped him into reality. He raised his hand not far from his face to see the blood soaked knife he looked at it with disinterest.

With a sudden movement he faced the new victim, this one was silent, his victims were never silent until they were dead. Screaming for there lives, for forgiveness. They're all just like worms; disgusting, wiggly, little creatures with no intent but to eat the dirt of the earth.

He lightly stepped closer to his victim, he hadn't planed on killing him today, but he suffering so much and he seemed like a pleasant person.

"Dear kind sir..." The killer spoke in a strangely optimistic way, bowing slightly. "How are you feeling this lovely day?" His voice suddenly changed into something horrendously twisted, and much more suited to the occasion. The victim gave a very distrustful look back. From a place unknown came an awful grinding of metal and gears. This made the victim sweat, despite the cold. The killer stood straight and smiled. "Don't mind that." He said as it got louder and louder until it stopped suddenly.