"What did you say?" The homunculus timidly lookef at him in the eye. He always said that he was different from all his creations.
He was bolder, smarter, gifted. He tried opening his mouth but as soon as he did so, he felt a shiver down his spine. Why must he fear?
"It is impossible, master. I cannot do such request." The master lifts an eyebrow. The homunculus did not back down.
"You [ dare ] defy me ? Your creator ? The one that raised you, fed you, everything you know ?"
"-That was not my intention, master!" He raised his voice.
"I...I was told that such acts were inhuman." He muttered.
[ And were you a human? No master. It should be an easy task for you, is it not ? Yes master. Good. See it to be done before midnight ]
The boy walked under the rain with minimal clothing. With only a blunt blade at hand he began dissecting the remnants of his kin. Humans, homunculus, animals, rich nor poor. They seemed to end up here no matter their social status when they were alive.
They all have a special warmth inside them, and something creeping under their skin. It wriggles through them, eating their flesh. The boy picked them up and separated them from each other. Many tried to crawl on his skin.
His body is cold.
He continued for another ten hours.