I'm Hell, I'm Death, I'm…

Thus story: Johnny kills people, takes Devil and Eric captive. Plans on killing them, will he? Well, we will find out. Reviews are loved.

Chapter 10: Good-bye Beautiful

I entered the room that Devi was in. (I totally forgot to look at he knives and notice one was missing and then see that one of Devi's hands were free.) I looked down at Devi. She looked so gorgeous. I longed for her to be mine. Something was odd though, she should have been up by now. I looked around the room. There was a chord and a large container of embalming fluid and there were large glass containers used to preserve things and filled with preserve.

I walked to Devi's side. I longed to feel the touch of her soft looking lips. I leaned down, slowly.

I pressed my lips against hers. My eyes were closed so I didn't see the knife she held come flying at me. But I heard the movement and tried to doge. Half of my face got a cut on it. Devi's knife was in my skin and out. Her eyes open, watching me. I looked down at her, holding the cut on my face.

I gave a hiss, "That wasn't very nice!" I then picked up a hatchet and cut off her arm. She screamed as I did so.

I quickly picked up a few needles filled with anesthetics. And pain killers. I tapped them a few times and then injected them into her, "It's to stop the pain."

She refused to say anything. But, I covered up to her shoulder with some gauze to help stop the bleeding. I looked down at her as I said, "You won't feel a thing."

I picked up Devi's arm and set it on the worktable that was on the other side of the room. I cut her hand from the arm and took it back over to one of the jars. There were 6 of them. I reached her and with the hatchet, I cut off her other hand. She gave a whimper, but I knew she couldn't fell anything. I took out one of the jars, and put her 2 hands into it.

She asked, "Why?" Her voice was low. Kind of drunk sounding really. I said, thinking right for once, "So you won't touch the evil of this world, or give passion to it."

I walked back over to her. I cut off her ears and put them into the second jar, "Why?" She asked.

"So you won't heart he evil, or the screams of this world." I made a cut down her chest and pulled the skin back. And even though her body and life were slowly dieing, I knew what she was saying, I could hear her in my head.

I took out her urethra. I put it in a jar, she asked, 'why?'

"So that you won't desire lust." I answered calmly.

I took out her lungs, put them in a jar. She made gurgling sounds as blood came seeping out of her mouth. 'Why?'

"So that you won't inhale the evil of this world." I smiled calmly at her.

I got out a needle and began to sew her lips shut. I heard the question.

"So that you can't talk to the evils of this world," I answered her.

Then, I took out her eyes and carefully placed them into the second from last jar, 'Why.' It was like, no longer a question, but a demand. Either way, I was going to answer her though, even though I kind of knew she couldn't hear me right now.

"So that you won't see the evils of this world." I could feel a tear sting at my eye. Then, I took out the last thing, her heart. I put it in the last jar. For some odd reason though, I didn't hear the question, or demand.

I sewed up her body, so the rest of her guts weren't all over. I covered her with a cloth too. I then looked at her, her face. She looked like she was crying. I knew that to be impossible because she was dead.

Blood streamed down her face. That's when I realized it. The voice, from the wall, it WAS Devi's voice! I slowly but clearly heard her say, "I love you." And then I heard her say with me, "Take out my heart, so I won't love." I began to cry.

Please…

Please rip out my heart,

So I won't love the evil of this world.

Sew shut my lips,

So that I won't talk to evil.

Tear out my eyes,

So I can't cry, or cry for the evil.

Take out my lungs,

So I can't inhale the evil of this world.

Take out my lust regions,

So I won't desire passion or lust for evil, or give birth to it.

Cut off my hands,

So I can't give passion or lust.

Tape shut my ears, or cut them off,

So I can't hear the screams of the evil.

And then,

Buried six feet under,

So I can be rid of this world of hate and evil.

That was an awesome chapter don't you all think? I love this one the most. It was a definite love note for me. I think this one has the most motivation to want to go and write a tragedy, don't you all think? Well, I provoke it. Don't want to leave any of you others there in the obis of utter loneliness. Well anyway, I want to hear your comments, but no asshole comments please, I don't like flamers like some of you others do. Haha, I make joke. Well, I think there are 2 more chapters to this story left, see you next time. Bye.

-TheLustofkilling

Depth of hatred,

Come to thee,

Thy know how much,

Thou longs for thee.

So come,

And come on your crimson wings,

Of love, or hate,

And do something to me.