AN: just to say….this is a really, really dark story, but casting that aside, please read and review!

"Inu-yasha, kill off the dog, why don't you?" Kagura asked me, her eyes glazed unfalteringly at the nasty little creature on the ground. I hated dogs and their like, but it's funny how people always tend to say "pet make you better people." As far as I know, I had a damned dog when I was a kid and the only thing I was interested in doing to it was slicing it in half to see its insides. Before I could do this though, my stupid father turned it into the RSPCA. Damned bastard took away all the fun from me. Oh well, I guess what's got to be done has got to be done, now where's that spade of mine? I hadn't used it in quite a long time, the little critter needed a beating for annoying me to death.

"Inu-yasha, when are you going to kill the damned thing?" Kagura asked me impatiently, "or have you gotten soft all of a sudden and can't do it? Lazy ass you are, that's probably what's been done."

"No, I am not getting soft, and stop talking to me in that kind of voice! You know what would happen to you if you did, don't you?" I was infuriated at her actions! Did the woman actually think that she could talk to me like that? I'm starting to think that I had spoiled these little minions of mine, perhaps I should make them go through training too, make them see what seven hells was like. It would be fun to watch, the sheer torture written purely on their tightly embroidered faces. I could laugh by just picturing it.

"Yes, Inu-yasha." I heard Kagura talking from behind me, she bowed down her head and walked outside of the door. I hated it when women did that, I don't know what the hell they're thinking and for all I know, they're plotting to kill me. I'm not saying I feel guilty here, because I'm never guilty. It's a person's own fault for wanting to feel that way, and I shouldn't be the one to be blamed because of that. Besides, I enjoy toying with emotions, being the downright bastard I am.

Anyway, whatever intention I still had before of killing the dog had now been grossly manipulated into utter laziness. I couldn't be bothered to spend time and beat the crap out of it or kick it around until it died, or something like that, so I chucked the thing out of the window. God I hated it when that happened, the only thing the dog did was howl and scream and holler until it finally reached the ground where it died its measly death. Oh well, just another thing the world got rid of thanks to me.

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Today's agenda was pretty much open for anything. In the morning, the soldiers had already been dispatched on their daily patrol. Sometimes they brought back 2 or 3 prisoners that were later to be executed, but on rare occasions, 10 men and women would be caught. For some reason, there was never children, but I guess I'd rather wait for them to be adults who deserved execution wholly good, rather than kids who only partially deserved it. Besides, adult crimes seemed to lavish in this district more than others, they were easier to catch.

I had decided that today I would visit the prison chamber, go check out that Higurashi chick, or whatever her name was. She was probably some old hag or something that didn't want her husband cheating on her with the 28 year old secretary. I knew these cases, wife turns up on the spot, delivers some kind of parcel with a bomb in it, and BOOM, it goes off and kills the whole building with it. I know these cases because I was in one.

You see, my father was a womanizer, always looking for a way to get the younger chicks first and dump the older ones on the street. Me and my brother, actually, half brother, were children born out of wedlock. We also had a different mother. Basically what happened is that my bro's mother came in and handed to my father's secretary a parcel, of which he opened right on the spot, killing the woman, and a couple of other people at the same time. Too bad old pops wasn't in it, he was out trying to seduce my mother back into living with him. One hell of a bastard, ain't he? Like father, like son.

So, when I finally reached the prison, I turned the lights on, which caused the people to arise in shock. The cells looked like caskets on them, which was ironical, because soon, they would be inside a casket; dead.

"All right!" I said, clapping my hands, "execution time!" I wish I had a video recorder to take account of the gasps and screams that were plaguing the basement, "Just joking." I said, because I had gotten bored of their denial-like reactions of theirs. The weird thing was, that just when I said they had a little longer to live, they were down right happy; I don't get these people, they're going to die a grizzly death anyway, so why rejoice in the little time they have left? Keh, they're idiocy surprises even me.

"You sick, sick bastard!" I heard a voice crying out from in front of me. Now whose could it belong to? I know it was a woman's, but even a woman wouldn't be stupid enough to interrupt me in the midst of my walking. I quickly noted her on top of my 'executed first' list.

"Do you have any idea of what torture you put these people to?! For God's sake! This man here only stole a loaf of bread from the bakery because he was homeless! Release him! He doesn't even deserve to be here!"

"And what makes you think you have to right to say what he deserves or not?"

"What makes you think that? If he really was wrong then God would punish him later on! You don't need to do these kind of things to people! It's sick and immoral!"

"Listen here, bitch, you don't say what I can do, and what I cannot do. I'm cleansing the world here from people like you, and I jolly well think that I'm doing quite a good job of it. Now put your face near the walls so I can see who you are, unless you want to die of course."

"I don't care if I die or not! Just release these people! I'll die 20, 100 times if you want just for you to let these people go!"

In fact, I was quite surprised at this woman. Not scared of dying, was she? Quite interesting, actually, very interesting. She probably had suffered some accident in her life that involved the deaths of other people close to her. But who am I to say all this nonsense, I'm definitely not a psychological analyst.

"Now, now, what do we have here," I asked while tracing my fingers on her smooth skin. What I saw of her made me think quite a bit, something which I never do. I remembered her from somewhere, those eyes, that hair…I knew her…but I don't know from where. Before I could find out the answer, she slapped my hand away and glared at me like I was some kind of monster.

"I swear, I swear to God, that one day, you'll pay for what you've done! I don't know how, I don't know when, but I just know, that one day you're going to regret for the rest of your sorry-ass life about this little 'Horizon Six' crap of yours!"

"Hmm, you must be that Higurashi girl, am I right?"

"I don't even think you deserve to know my name!"

"This is going to be a fun 7 months, Higurashi, a fun 7 months." 7 months until the execution, 7 months symbolizing the 7 deadly sins.

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AN: ok…sorry 'bout the shortness of the chapter, and I don't know why I updated ^__^ lol, anyway, jya! Please please please review!