The Scene Before That - The Killer
He could still see the blood.
It was ridiculous, of course. The water had washed away the blood. There was no more blood.
But he could still see the blood, and he could still hear their screams.
There had been a lot of screaming. All of them, they had all screamed. Screamed for mercy, screamed for his blood, screamed in pain.
So many screams…
And he had listened, and he had enjoyed them all.
He stared at himself in the mirror. A line had been crossed. He knew it. He had listened to their screams, and he had enjoyed them. He had wanted to kill them. There was no mistake. There was no loss of control. He had been in control. He had wanted them to die. He had killed them.
He was a killer. He couldn't go back. There was no going back.
"I am a killer", he said to the mirror, and he saw the darkness swirling behind his eyes triumphantly. The darkness thought it had won. The darkness was complacent. It knew that the line had been crossed, and it thought that it had finally made him into what it had always wanted him to be. It thought there was no way he could fight back, nothing more that could be done.
But it was wrong.
Carefully, and deliberately, he stood up, reached for the dagger, and walked over to the bed.
There was one more thing that could be done. And after that, there would be no more fighting at all.
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He could still see the blood.
It was ridiculous, of course. The water had washed away the blood. There was no more blood.
But he could still see the blood, and he could still hear their screams.
There had been a lot of screaming. All of them, they had all screamed. Screamed for mercy, screamed for his blood, screamed in pain.
So many screams…
And he had listened, and he had enjoyed them all.
He stared at himself in the mirror. A line had been crossed. He knew it. He had listened to their screams, and he had enjoyed them. He had wanted to kill them. There was no mistake. There was no loss of control. He had been in control. He had wanted them to die. He had killed them.
He was a killer. He couldn't go back. There was no going back.
"I am a killer", he said to the mirror, and he saw the darkness swirling behind his eyes triumphantly. The darkness thought it had won. The darkness was complacent. It knew that the line had been crossed, and it thought that it had finally made him into what it had always wanted him to be. It thought there was no way he could fight back, nothing more that could be done.
But it was wrong.
Carefully, and deliberately, he stood up, reached for the dagger, and walked over to the bed.
There was one more thing that could be done. And after that, there would be no more fighting at all.
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