Half of What I Used to Be
Shadow Knight
Chapter 3: Lust
Disclaimer: This is the last disclaimer you'll see me writing for this story. I've been getting so annoyed by these, so here it is: I do not own Ranma 1/2, the story originates from the brilliant mind of Rumiko Takahashi. The anime production. . . I don't know. So there. :P
_NOTE_: NEXT CLUE IS APPEARING! ANSWER TO LAST ONE AT BOTTOM.
~
What a horrible sin I've committed. . . .
Worthy of being thrown into the darkest of hells. . . . .
. . . . But why do I still enjoy it?
~
Ah. . . .what a wonderful dream. . . It was more like a memory really. . . . So nice. . . So deliciously wicked. . .
My hands around that pale neck. . . .wonderful
Those eyes. . . so wide with fear. . . lovely
Blood dripping on my fingers. . . . . fantastic
Oh. . . so very nice. . . . The way the hot blood burned on my skin . . . . enticing my own to boil inside me with excitement. The adrenaline pulsating under my skin, ripping through my muscles with a terrifying force. . . .
Deliciously exquisite.
Opening my eyes, I felt a smile tug at my lips. As silence swept through my room, I remembered the screams that had ripped through the sky last night, slicing through the silence.
I had never heard such a wonderful sound.
As I folded my blanket and slipped into my clothes, I hummed merrily. It was going to be a wonderful day, watching the pain. . . . the suffering. . . .
How very beautiful it would be. . .
As I reached into my pocket, I felt something prickle against my finger. Withdrawing it, I grinned.
Oh my. . . . I mustn't leave that for any prying eyes to see. . .
I smiled as I twisted the smooth handle in my hand. I had better clean off the blood. . . or else it would stain. . . . yes. . . get very. . . very dirty. . . . So much like my hands. . . .
Turning it carefully in my hands, I wiped the layer of crimson away onto a small tissue.
Yes. . . yes. . . . wipe the blood away. . . . Must look clean. . . yes. . . must be very clean. . . .
Smirking, I put it back in my pocket.
I never realized. . . . blades were so much fun. . . . .
~
It was raining again today.
As the cold drops landed on my skin. . . it felt nice. . . So cold and stinging. . . like sharp needles on my skin. This pain. . . it was nice.
Walking down the street, I looked to see the tell tale signs. My eyes flicked about wildly. I think I was beginning to enjoy this. . . . this. . . fear. . .
People glancing about nervously . . . . .
Children clutching their mothers tightly . . . . .
Police prowling the street like rats . . . . . .
Quite a scene indeed. A happy purr rumbled through me briefly, vibrating my frame. This was better than I expected. This fear. . . . so wonderful. . . . so. . . . tasty. . .
I heard small whispers passing by as I walked along the fretting crowds of people, trying to avoid touching them.
". . . . said they found a body. . . ."
" . . . . stabbed and bashed in the skull, what a horrible way to die . . . ."
". . dissected . . like an animal . . .bits of flesh and body parts missing . . ."
". . . they said the rain yesterday rose the body out of the ground. . ."
". . . . buried near the river . . . ."
Slipping a false mask over my grinning face, I strolled further through the crowds. I could feel the fear swelling through the crowd, so close to the bursting point.
Against my chest, I could feel my heart beating wildly against my chest, pounding. . . harder. . . harder. . . .
What a rush! What a feeling! That fear. . that anxiety. . . it was sweet . . . so bittersweet on my lips. . . . It tasted almost like candy. It burned through me like a drug, a dark ecstasy soaring through me, ripping into my every fiber of my being. It was exhilarating! It was. . . . no. . .no!
No, dammit!
Ducking into an alley, I tried to contain the thrill going through me.
I had to stop. . . yes. . . . I couldn't let myself get carried away. . . No I must be good. . . very good. . . . I had to wait. . . . yes. . . I would have to wait. . . Must not let them see me like this. . .
Must not let them see me being bad. . . .
Stretching my cheeks back, my lips pulled into a large grin, thinning across my teeth.
No. . . No one should see me like this. I tucked the knife deeper into my pocket. No. . . I had to be calm. Yes. . . . calm. . . . . I couldn't be naughty.
Not yet at least. . .
In my pocket, I felt my fingers twitch excitedly, taking a life of their own as they played with the knife, curling tightly around the handle. Slowly my hand dragged the knife out of my pocket. . .
No!
Shoving my left hand back into the pocket with my right, I forced it to release the knife. Taking my left hand in my right, I gazed at it. "You're being naughty," I mumbled to my left hand
Squeezed in my right, my left hand jerked in spasmodic movements. After a little bit it stopped and I let it go. "Very good," I purred to myself.
Stepping back into the street, I put my intangible mask back on. I mustn't get carried away. . . . Not like that again. Or they would see I was being very bad. . . .
No. . . I had to contain the lust for this fear. . .
My steps became short and precise as I walked down the street, heading nowhere in particular. It was amusing. . ., I thought with an inward grin, I hadn't been like this before. . . . I had been quite different indeed.
But really. . . .
. . . the taste of fear became addicting.
~
The sun had disappeared behind the clouds now. It was dark.
Wonderful.
Now breathing in the fall's crisp air, I wondered about the streets. Escaping from my room unnoticed was inconceivably easy now. . . .
I had to escape. . . . Out of that hell hole.
Staying there, I would only be surrounded by idiots. So annoying they were. . . . If I hadn't gotten out, I may have lost it and had a little. . . mistake with one of them. . .
Just thinking about running my blade across their necks brought a wicked grin on my face.
Yes. . . so much blood. . . . So beautiful. . . . . The best part was seeing them flounder about, trying to call out as they choke on their own accursed blood. . . .
Very amusing. . .
Suddenly I heard a strangled cry. Fear suddenly latched onto my heart and every one of my nerves stood on end. Quickly looking for cover, I hid behind a car, listening for footsteps.
Hearing none, I stepped out cautiously. . . oh yes. . . very cautiously. . . . For some reason, I felt the cry sounded familiar. Stepping in line with the shadows on the pavement, I crept closer to the source of the voice.
Pressing my back into the shadows, I imagined myself being draped with a cover, a cloak, of darkness. With all the darkness around me, I felt calmed.
My eyes suddenly flicked upward wildly as I heard another muffled yell. There! In the park. . . yes. . . a person. . . .
Creeping stealthily along, I let my drape of shadows cover me. Hopping the small metal fence surrounding the park, I slithered closer, deeper into the park and behind a thick wall of vegetation.
From behind my botched wall of tree branches and shrubs, I saw a figure, crying out as it struck out at a tree. Something metal flashed in its hand. A knife? Small stirrings of fear fluttered in my stomach.
Looking closer, I saw a small hammer. . . . very small. . . but powerful enough to shake leaves from the tree as it smacked against it.
Could be quite harmful. . . .
As a cloud stretched past the moon, small ivory beams flickered through the treetops. Now illuminated I could see a young man. . . yes. . . I recognized him. . . The damn bastard.
His eyes were wide with a mad lunacy. . . . . reminded me of someone, I thought with a grin. He reached back with his hammer and struck at the tree. . no. . . something _on_ the tree. . . . . .
Interesting. . . . Very. . . interesting. . .
I peered closer. There was a. . . .doll. . . .
It was small and made of straw. Protruding from the straw chest was a metal spike. As I watched, I noticed that the pathetic boy was crying. Pearly tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Why?! Why wont you come to me?!," he screamed to no one in particular, clutching his head as if in pain.
With another strangled cry he pounded at the spike, driving it deeper and deeper into the tree. He collapsed against the tree and sobbed.
Pathetic.
A wicked thought suddenly came into mind. . . . Slit his neck. . . . a voice whispered. . . . Cut off that incessant babbling tongue. . . . Make him suffer. . . . slowly. . . .
Grinning at the thoughts, I had to force myself to stop. No. . . . this was out in the open. . . I'd get caught. . . . .
I turned back and watched as he screamed into the ground, grinding his fist into the dirt. His cries were muffled as he sobbed though. . . . Stupid little shit. . .
Quietly, I slipped back onto the street and headed back home, disgusted. If this is what I had to run into, I might as well not sneak out anymore.
They were all damnable. . . idiotic bastards. I hated them all.
~
Hmm. . . I guess this murderer has a little bit of an anger problem, no? Ah well. I'm just glad to get done with this chapter. I'm beginning to get a head ache, so I'll make this short.
If you didn't get the last clue, it is indeed Kasumi who the murderer talked to. I prefer not to reveal anything to you until possibly at the end, but if some of you REALLY couldn't guess, here's the answer. If you have objections to me just letting you know, then tell me. I don't mind one bit.
Also, that little encounter was another clue. If you can't figure it out, then I guess you don't know the Ranma 1/2 series very well. I tried to avoid the person's "head attire" so as to not just blatantly give it away.
Until next time,
Ciao. ^_~
P.S. PRETTY, PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW! Believe me, reading all your guesses, or just criticism and compliments, is quite encouraging and enjoyable. Feel free to speculate. And for those who keep their guesses to themselves, um. . . keep them to yourselves as you please. :P
Shadow Knight
Chapter 3: Lust
Disclaimer: This is the last disclaimer you'll see me writing for this story. I've been getting so annoyed by these, so here it is: I do not own Ranma 1/2, the story originates from the brilliant mind of Rumiko Takahashi. The anime production. . . I don't know. So there. :P
_NOTE_: NEXT CLUE IS APPEARING! ANSWER TO LAST ONE AT BOTTOM.
~
What a horrible sin I've committed. . . .
Worthy of being thrown into the darkest of hells. . . . .
. . . . But why do I still enjoy it?
~
Ah. . . .what a wonderful dream. . . It was more like a memory really. . . . So nice. . . So deliciously wicked. . .
My hands around that pale neck. . . .wonderful
Those eyes. . . so wide with fear. . . lovely
Blood dripping on my fingers. . . . . fantastic
Oh. . . so very nice. . . . The way the hot blood burned on my skin . . . . enticing my own to boil inside me with excitement. The adrenaline pulsating under my skin, ripping through my muscles with a terrifying force. . . .
Deliciously exquisite.
Opening my eyes, I felt a smile tug at my lips. As silence swept through my room, I remembered the screams that had ripped through the sky last night, slicing through the silence.
I had never heard such a wonderful sound.
As I folded my blanket and slipped into my clothes, I hummed merrily. It was going to be a wonderful day, watching the pain. . . . the suffering. . . .
How very beautiful it would be. . .
As I reached into my pocket, I felt something prickle against my finger. Withdrawing it, I grinned.
Oh my. . . . I mustn't leave that for any prying eyes to see. . .
I smiled as I twisted the smooth handle in my hand. I had better clean off the blood. . . or else it would stain. . . . yes. . . get very. . . very dirty. . . . So much like my hands. . . .
Turning it carefully in my hands, I wiped the layer of crimson away onto a small tissue.
Yes. . . yes. . . . wipe the blood away. . . . Must look clean. . . yes. . . must be very clean. . . .
Smirking, I put it back in my pocket.
I never realized. . . . blades were so much fun. . . . .
~
It was raining again today.
As the cold drops landed on my skin. . . it felt nice. . . So cold and stinging. . . like sharp needles on my skin. This pain. . . it was nice.
Walking down the street, I looked to see the tell tale signs. My eyes flicked about wildly. I think I was beginning to enjoy this. . . . this. . . fear. . .
People glancing about nervously . . . . .
Children clutching their mothers tightly . . . . .
Police prowling the street like rats . . . . . .
Quite a scene indeed. A happy purr rumbled through me briefly, vibrating my frame. This was better than I expected. This fear. . . . so wonderful. . . . so. . . . tasty. . .
I heard small whispers passing by as I walked along the fretting crowds of people, trying to avoid touching them.
". . . . said they found a body. . . ."
" . . . . stabbed and bashed in the skull, what a horrible way to die . . . ."
". . dissected . . like an animal . . .bits of flesh and body parts missing . . ."
". . . they said the rain yesterday rose the body out of the ground. . ."
". . . . buried near the river . . . ."
Slipping a false mask over my grinning face, I strolled further through the crowds. I could feel the fear swelling through the crowd, so close to the bursting point.
Against my chest, I could feel my heart beating wildly against my chest, pounding. . . harder. . . harder. . . .
What a rush! What a feeling! That fear. . that anxiety. . . it was sweet . . . so bittersweet on my lips. . . . It tasted almost like candy. It burned through me like a drug, a dark ecstasy soaring through me, ripping into my every fiber of my being. It was exhilarating! It was. . . . no. . .no!
No, dammit!
Ducking into an alley, I tried to contain the thrill going through me.
I had to stop. . . yes. . . . I couldn't let myself get carried away. . . No I must be good. . . very good. . . . I had to wait. . . . yes. . . I would have to wait. . . Must not let them see me like this. . .
Must not let them see me being bad. . . .
Stretching my cheeks back, my lips pulled into a large grin, thinning across my teeth.
No. . . No one should see me like this. I tucked the knife deeper into my pocket. No. . . I had to be calm. Yes. . . . calm. . . . . I couldn't be naughty.
Not yet at least. . .
In my pocket, I felt my fingers twitch excitedly, taking a life of their own as they played with the knife, curling tightly around the handle. Slowly my hand dragged the knife out of my pocket. . .
No!
Shoving my left hand back into the pocket with my right, I forced it to release the knife. Taking my left hand in my right, I gazed at it. "You're being naughty," I mumbled to my left hand
Squeezed in my right, my left hand jerked in spasmodic movements. After a little bit it stopped and I let it go. "Very good," I purred to myself.
Stepping back into the street, I put my intangible mask back on. I mustn't get carried away. . . . Not like that again. Or they would see I was being very bad. . . .
No. . . I had to contain the lust for this fear. . .
My steps became short and precise as I walked down the street, heading nowhere in particular. It was amusing. . ., I thought with an inward grin, I hadn't been like this before. . . . I had been quite different indeed.
But really. . . .
. . . the taste of fear became addicting.
~
The sun had disappeared behind the clouds now. It was dark.
Wonderful.
Now breathing in the fall's crisp air, I wondered about the streets. Escaping from my room unnoticed was inconceivably easy now. . . .
I had to escape. . . . Out of that hell hole.
Staying there, I would only be surrounded by idiots. So annoying they were. . . . If I hadn't gotten out, I may have lost it and had a little. . . mistake with one of them. . .
Just thinking about running my blade across their necks brought a wicked grin on my face.
Yes. . . so much blood. . . . So beautiful. . . . . The best part was seeing them flounder about, trying to call out as they choke on their own accursed blood. . . .
Very amusing. . .
Suddenly I heard a strangled cry. Fear suddenly latched onto my heart and every one of my nerves stood on end. Quickly looking for cover, I hid behind a car, listening for footsteps.
Hearing none, I stepped out cautiously. . . oh yes. . . very cautiously. . . . For some reason, I felt the cry sounded familiar. Stepping in line with the shadows on the pavement, I crept closer to the source of the voice.
Pressing my back into the shadows, I imagined myself being draped with a cover, a cloak, of darkness. With all the darkness around me, I felt calmed.
My eyes suddenly flicked upward wildly as I heard another muffled yell. There! In the park. . . yes. . . a person. . . .
Creeping stealthily along, I let my drape of shadows cover me. Hopping the small metal fence surrounding the park, I slithered closer, deeper into the park and behind a thick wall of vegetation.
From behind my botched wall of tree branches and shrubs, I saw a figure, crying out as it struck out at a tree. Something metal flashed in its hand. A knife? Small stirrings of fear fluttered in my stomach.
Looking closer, I saw a small hammer. . . . very small. . . but powerful enough to shake leaves from the tree as it smacked against it.
Could be quite harmful. . . .
As a cloud stretched past the moon, small ivory beams flickered through the treetops. Now illuminated I could see a young man. . . yes. . . I recognized him. . . The damn bastard.
His eyes were wide with a mad lunacy. . . . . reminded me of someone, I thought with a grin. He reached back with his hammer and struck at the tree. . no. . . something _on_ the tree. . . . . .
Interesting. . . . Very. . . interesting. . .
I peered closer. There was a. . . .doll. . . .
It was small and made of straw. Protruding from the straw chest was a metal spike. As I watched, I noticed that the pathetic boy was crying. Pearly tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Why?! Why wont you come to me?!," he screamed to no one in particular, clutching his head as if in pain.
With another strangled cry he pounded at the spike, driving it deeper and deeper into the tree. He collapsed against the tree and sobbed.
Pathetic.
A wicked thought suddenly came into mind. . . . Slit his neck. . . . a voice whispered. . . . Cut off that incessant babbling tongue. . . . Make him suffer. . . . slowly. . . .
Grinning at the thoughts, I had to force myself to stop. No. . . . this was out in the open. . . I'd get caught. . . . .
I turned back and watched as he screamed into the ground, grinding his fist into the dirt. His cries were muffled as he sobbed though. . . . Stupid little shit. . .
Quietly, I slipped back onto the street and headed back home, disgusted. If this is what I had to run into, I might as well not sneak out anymore.
They were all damnable. . . idiotic bastards. I hated them all.
~
Hmm. . . I guess this murderer has a little bit of an anger problem, no? Ah well. I'm just glad to get done with this chapter. I'm beginning to get a head ache, so I'll make this short.
If you didn't get the last clue, it is indeed Kasumi who the murderer talked to. I prefer not to reveal anything to you until possibly at the end, but if some of you REALLY couldn't guess, here's the answer. If you have objections to me just letting you know, then tell me. I don't mind one bit.
Also, that little encounter was another clue. If you can't figure it out, then I guess you don't know the Ranma 1/2 series very well. I tried to avoid the person's "head attire" so as to not just blatantly give it away.
Until next time,
Ciao. ^_~
P.S. PRETTY, PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW! Believe me, reading all your guesses, or just criticism and compliments, is quite encouraging and enjoyable. Feel free to speculate. And for those who keep their guesses to themselves, um. . . keep them to yourselves as you please. :P