I hate to admit it, but Oliver has managed to find a house more remotely situated than mine. Set on a small island that he likely purchased, it is just barely off the coast yet entirely under his jurisdiction. Well I suppose I wasn't expecting any governmental interference anyways. This may work out in my favor if I can slaughter him without a soul knowing.

A private jet takes me, Rin, and about fifty private military contractors to a landing site about a quarter mile away from the mansion. As it descends onto the grassy plain and the doors open, I leap off and offer her my hand like a true gentleman. She, however, brushes past me and takes the stairs. I'll have to get rid of those stairs.

"What a big house, I can see it all the way from here." She exclaims.

I glance around. The terrain is fair, but the path is uphill and riddled with brambles and stones.

"It's going to be a bit of a walk. Want me to carry you?" I offer.

Flustered, she quickly strides away. "It's fine!"

In her haste, my clumsy doll stumbles over a tree root. I swoop in and wrap an arm around her waist in an instant, catching and lifting her off the ground. Her soft body easily molds into mine, and I pull both arms over her torso to press her onto me. The familiar sweet scent of her shampoo wafts through the air and I bring my face to her ear.

"Are you injured? Be a bit more careful." I murmur.

Now fully flushed with color, she struggles out of my embrace and speeds up to shake off her embarrassment. How cute. But anyone or anything other than me causing potential injury to me lover is simple unforgiveable. I light a match and toss it onto the tree, setting it on fire. It begins to spread to its surroundings with increasing speed. I sprint forward at full speed and grab her hand, pulling us both safely out of the forest just in time.

The flames blaze brightly and burn away all life forms in the forest, and smoke rises from the ashes. What was once lush and green when we came is now charred and black. The brat can consider this as a warning for the demolition I shall soon inflict upon him.

His guards soon come charging out to face us, but I leave small fry like this for my underlings. Gunshots ring the air, blood sprays lightly from all directions, and the cries of men resound. Like music to my ears. Rin and I walk forward in the midst of it, unaffected.

"T-This is horrible! I can't believe you just burned down- and these people- dying- this is bad..." She gasps, pressing her shaking hands against her face.

It appears the bravado she displayed before is cracking as we venture further into the chaos. But soon she will see how much fun this is. I will show her the joy of watching the pain and agony of insects and enemies. Together we will indulge in the sweet pleasure of ripping skin apart like paper and reducing human vermin into piles of flesh. I may even let her join me in carving out Oliver's organs and force-feeding them back in his mouth. This will be very fun.

I clasp her trembling hands and bring them down from her face and say, "Don't fear it, embrace it."

Her eyes begin welling with tears and she gulps. "That's insane! How could I ever enjoy watching such things?"

"It's the same feeling as killing an annoying mosquito or bashing in the head of a cockroach. Of course, it will be much more satisfying when we butcher Oliver."

She opens her mouth and closes it, then goes silent.

Eventually, we reach the front entrance of the house. The heavy wooden doors swing open barely a second after my foot touches the porch. So the mini-tyrant is paying attention to us closely. I would expect no less from that scheming rat. Wary of traps, I roll a few stones into the entryway. After a few moments, nothing happens and I walk in. The doors slam shut again after Rin enters.

An eerie emptiness settles into the house and I wonder if anyone is in it. It's possible that this mansion is merely a prop meant to trap and distract us, while the bastard is hiding somewhere else. Still, Oliver is the type that prefers grandiose confrontations rather than secretive guerilla tactics. Blindly exploring the mansion won't be of much help if he's watching our every move. Perhaps I should just stand here until the dimwit loses patience and shows himself.

"Hey Len, what if your sister isn't even here? Maybe Oliver is plotting something." Rin worries.

"He definitely is, but that idiot surely wouldn't disappoint us after all that dramatic build-up." I reassure her.

Just as I expected, an effeminate voice cuts into the room and a figure emerges from the top of the staircase. "You know me so well, Len-pyon! I'm flattered that you two came all the way here just to see me! Shall I prepare some tea and refreshments?"

Bumbling fool. I point my rifle at him and shoot several rounds of bullets. They fly into flesh and leave gaping, bloody holes.

"How rude!" Oliver cries, and tosses aside an unfortunate servant used as a human shield. "Now I'm rather agitated."

"Cut to the chase already! Where's Lenka-san?" Rin shouts.

How startling. I didn't expect her to be so bold and audacious in front of Oliver, especially after seeing her panic earlier. My lover continues to surprise me with new layers to her character.

"Such impatience. Why she's right here." Oliver calls.

A girl with long blonde hair, azure eyes, and fair skin slowly steps out from a room behind him. A hollow sadness mars her beautiful features. My sister.

Sharp pains pierce my chest and my knees give out. It hurts...it hurts so much. I finally see my cherished sister after all this time. I missed her. I missed our simple happiness together. I thought she was dead for so long. For so long I lived with the anguish of losing her. Does she even know how much I was hurting? What happened to her? Why did she abandon me like this? Did she not even consider opening herself up to me? Was I not good enough? Why is she with Oliver? Why? Why? Why?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!

"Hahahahaha! Oh how long I've waited for this day! I should take a picture! Is everything finally crashing down for our cute little prince?!" Oliver screeches.

"You shut your damned mouth!" Rin retorts. A faint twinge of happiness at her concern glows then fades.

"Awww do you care about him? Well I have news for you, you idiotic prisoner. Len is deeply twisted to the very core. He's vile and corrupted by a massive evil harbored inside him. He'll snap at any moment now. Just give UP on his sorry ass already!"

That bastard.

The piece of shit grabs my sister and fondles her against him. The sight is sickening and rage flares in me. Why isn't she resisting? She's motionless, blank.

Oliver gloats "Guess what? Lenka came to me out of fear of hurting her baby brother and I chained her in that very room! I raped her every day, drugged her, screamed at her, until she became an empty shell. At night, when her second personality arose, we went on killing sprees together. We hunted down and murdered your mother, well, Lenka murdered her mother with her own two hands. How does it feel, knowing that the kind Lenka is practically brain-dead and all that's left is her dark side, completely loyal to me?"

She...He...mom...I can't...I hate him! Lenka! My sister! He tainted her and ruined her and manipulated her and-! Why is everything so messed up? Why can't I ever just be happy? Why is this happening? Am I truly a monster born from hell to deserve all this? Sometimes I just want to...My vision blurs with tears and my lungs constrict. I can't breathe. I barely register Rin's touch. She's saying something, comforting me. I just want to dissolve into her arms. But...onee-chan...I want to run to her.

"The only twisted person here is you! Do you even hear yourself talking, you demon?!" Rin snaps, placing her hand on her gun.

His eyes darken and he growls "That's quite enough out of you."

With lightening speed, he hurls a small throwing dagger at her.

I dive forward with all my might, but my legs won't work. My beloved yelps with pain as heavy crimson blossoms against her snow white muslin, falling gracefully to the floor. How. DARE. He.

"RIN!" I yell, but there's no response.

Everything. Everything is his fault. Kill. I must kill him. If I kill him then everything will be over. I can go back to my life. I can be happy again. We can be happy again. I just need to kill him.

My heart pounds with adrenaline and heat pulsates through my veins. A mixture of redness and tears take over my vision. My feet are moving on their own. The cold, hard handle of my dagger presses hard against my palm. I'm running. Now leaping through the air and making impact on something.

The dagger meets with resistance and warm, sticky blood sprays like a mist over my hands and face. I can hear screams. Multiple screams. There are hands on my body shoving me away. They are nowhere near strong enough to contain me as I am now. He must die. I'll kill him. I'll tear him to pieces. He deserves this. I deserve this.

Over and over again, I stab.

It's euphoric. Brief flashes of ecstasy penetrate the violent, swirling storm of emotions exploding out of me. This is the moment I've dreamed of. But the joy is ephemeral, and I feel the anguish returning to me. It's not enough. I'm still not satisfied. This wrath and torment I've bore inside of me is rising out of proportion.

"LEN!"

A panicked, shrill shriek pierces the air and disrupts my rhythmic slices. Is that Rin's voice? I...can't tell. The sound of my pounding heart throbs in my eardrums and muffles my surroundings. My chest screams with a wrenching pain, splitting apart my ribcage and violently contracting with every labored pant. I want this agony to go away. I'll pour all my emotions into this gruesome, mangled corpse in front of me as its flesh squelches with each stab.

I'm scorching, burning with fury and misery. The white-hot flame sears through my limbs and leaves my mind in a feverish stupor. Perspiration mounts and I can feel my body crying out in enervation despite the growing fire. My control has broken, the thin seal of restraint shattered. There's no going back now. No stopping.

BANG

A gunshot rings through the air.