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Musings

"Like I said, you people are the reason why people like me exist. You feed off of our torment, our anger, our frustration, our pain. You turn it against us and use it to get your own sick pleasure. It scares me to think that there are so many of you. I'll never be able to purge your kind from the planet. Oh, I can try, but it doesn't really make a difference in the end. In the end, I'll be all alone, and no one will miss me. But I can at least take comfort in the fact that I will have helped make the world a better place."

The chaotic thoughts of a madman took shape, finding their twisted way past his lips and into the dark room. Screaming and groaning provided a soundtrack to his monologue, and the unearthly creaking of a house settling into its foundations punctuated each sentence. A light step paced back and forth, sending small animals scurrying away into the safety of the corners. And dim eyes glared out of a gaunt, sleepless face.

"You know, I don't feel the least iota of pity for you. Your kind exist only to ridicule others, to skulk around in groups and destroy the minds of your victims. Then your victims finally get revenge. Really, you create the killers. You created this killer, too. It's your own damn fault you're here. I'm just completing the chain."

The subject of this speech was taped to a silvery autopsy table in the middle of the room, a single light shining directly into the creature's eyes. There had been no rope on hand, so black duct tape had to suffice. Just tight enough to cut off circulation, the restraints were obviously taking a toll on it. Already the arms and legs were turning purple, the blood slowly coming to a stop in the veins.

"Now, then, to business. I've stalled long enough. It won't be any fun if you can't feel anything."

A ghastly smile lit up the face of a tall, emaciated male. He slowly reached for a scalpel, savoring the look of terror in his victim's lidless eyes. One careful incision on the arm let a small ooze of thick scarlet escape onto the table, and the man winced. Another, and another, and suddenly the silver was stained red. Muscles showed through the red, and there was another smile from the killer.

"Well, well. You've kept in shape. Hoping to impress your vile little females? I suppose you don't need to now, so I can go ahead and take these."

The victim screamed, and his attacker carefully placed something on a tray nearby. More incisions, more scarlet. The screaming was getting annoying. Suddenly the sound cracked into a gurgle, choking off the cry of pain as another something was removed. After that, the victim was silent.

"Good, you've finally stopped making noise. That leaves me free to talk. Hopefully you've started to see the error of your ways. Oh, I won't let you go; it would be mean to let you live like this. I'm obliged to end your pain. However, I won't until you show some sign of repentance. And don't bother saying that you're sorry. I know you don't mean it."

The victim gave a gurgle and strained against the tape, but his lifeless arms and legs failed to obey his commands. A quiet laugh came from the madman, and he exchanged the scalpel for something more destructive.

"Ooh, a hammer! I didn't even know I had this down here! Let's see what this thing can do."

He raised the weapon, hefting it in his hands, feeling the weight of it. Just as he started to bring it back down, a door somewhere higher up opened. There was a quick, light step on the stairs, and another door very close by opened. A sigh, and the madman let the hammer fall to his side.

"Nny? Nny? Oh, there you are. It's time for dinner. I made tacos."

A small child poked her head through the doorway, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. The black hair that had trailed behind her during her descent finally caught up to her, draping over her shoulders. She rolled her eyes and stepped into the room, being careful to avoid the tools and animals strewn across the floor.

"Mon Dieu, Nny. You're covered in blood! Wash up before you eat, oui? I don't want you tracking that all over the kitchen."

The victim moaned a plea for the girl to help him, but she just smiled and shook her head. The sight of those cold eyes chilled him more than anything the man called Nny had said.

"Je regrette, mon ami. I know you deserve this. Don't expect pity from me." She turned back to Nny. "Just kill him already. I'm not reheating the food. I expect you upstairs and at the table in ten minutes."

The victim made another noise, and the girl threw a dagger into his head.

"Now look what you made me do." She retrieved the knife, then glared at Nny. "Ten minutes, Nny."

"Of course." He watched his daughter leave, then turned back to his victim.

"Damn. I'll have to crush your skull now. Not much left."

He sighed, then killed him. Annie was always ruining his fun. The body went into a storage room with the others, and Nny trudged back upstairs, wondering how he was going to get the blood off of his shirt. He really liked that shirt.

"Eh, who cares. Annie's probably got something for it. Good kid, Antoinette. She's growing up to be a nice girl. Now what am I going to do with that cheerleader?"

Author's note: eh, i was bored and felt like writing something. hope it was interesting. i haven't written a jthm fic for awhile, so whatever. i can't find anything intelligent to say. not enough sugar in my system, i guess. whatever. please review or something. im gonna go sleep now.

raven, your friendly neptunian menace