The bastard dserved his own chapter don't you guys think?

- Chapter 5 -

The Bastard You All Love

Art is individualism, and individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating force. There lies its immense value. For what it seeks is to disturb monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.

In this world that's what it is, simply a machine that governs each and decides what you should be doing instead of your greatest passions. Art is the largest form of creativity, there is no right or wrongs in art. Unfortunately, Sibyl has taken people's free will out of the equation to express one's self. Art is now dull; it has become nothing more than an empty shell of its former self.

A machine that determines everything for you from your career right to whom you shall marry, now tell me if that makes any sense. As the younger generation slowly starts taking over, the old ones are either becoming nothing more than lab rats within a box for this system, get eliminated or they simply allow themselves to degrade to fit the ideals of a machine.

We now live in a world where people are no longer necessary, each to a number. You no longer need others, where anyone can be simply replaced like a spare part. This society is like a ranch, the Sybil system is the rancher and the people are the livestock. Obeying every command given to them like a bunch of mindless fauns but I refuse to live this life like that. I want the splendor that this world possesses and everything in it belongs to me to take.

I for one could never allow myself to be degraded by a piece of machinery, oh no now that would be just unacceptable. Sit back in silence and watch this world turn would be too boring when there are so many possibilities to explore. So much canvases to fill and yet the perfect models are so rare these days. They lack the true beauty, anything modified from the original form immediately lost its radiance and are worth nothing.

What a dazzling beauty, the perfect model for my many masterpieces to come… How long I've cultivated my patience for this moment, the moment to have this beauty into my grasp. All of my work has been rewarded with this grace on my table who's slowly starting to wake in my presence.

There is just something about a man that I just can't resist when hearing their muffled sounds that they make as they try to free themselves not long after they've woken up. It has a tone that isn't usually present in their normal voice. Watching them squirm until they realize that no matter how much they struggle they'll never move and it only makes it all the better as their eyes give out a special message to me but his are different, there's something else in his eyes or perhaps those glasses are only concealing what they are trying to say.

His gaze fixed on me as I shift my position towards my precious, taking the thin frames between my thumb and index; they seem so fragile in my hands as I discard them on the small table that stood next to me with the rest of my tools… Fragile frames to match his delicate facial structure and his eyes are such a beautiful shade of green. Even more beautiful than all the others combined, his are just like dazzling emeralds.

His green eyes have always captivated me and yet he has always obstructed them behind such hideous things that do not seem to be of any use at all to him. The glass in the frame has absolutely no strength and thus serving no purpose other than to hide his gorgeous face which is such a shame but only further meaning that this look I'm seeing is only for me.

His hair feels like silk through my fingers just as I had imagined it all those years ago when I'd dreamed of this moment and now he is all mine to touch the loose strands framing his flawless face. His raven hair only helps to make those green orbs stand out ever more while making his smooth light ivory skin look even fairer.

Muffled sounds escape his throat through the fabric gag, shaking his head trying to remove my hand from touching his delicate face as I take hold of it with both hands. His skin feels so smooth and warm under my own skin as I carefully inspect every inch of his face from chin down all the way up to his forehead as he fights to free himself from my grasp.

"Not a single visible pore, you are a perfect model..." I voice out.

No moles, no brown spots or any other type of discoloration of the sort and by a wonderful miracle no scars from that god forsaken job of his. How terrible it would have been if his pretty little face had been damaged. It would have been such a darn shame.

I allow a sigh to slip off my lips as I release his face. "How sad that you do not remember me Nobuchika, I for one have not been able to forget about you." I state as I admire every inch of his facial structure just a bit longer. Still almost hard to believe that I finally have my precious Nobuchika here, how glorious.

The confusion in his eyes are the most amusing as he goes quiet looking around the room with those green orbs of his. Are the memories slowly returning as he searches this room with his eyes I wonder? If he doesn't, that is alright for now. He will come to remember me and forget about everything else for nothing should be more important to him than I.

"The road had been long but I never withered away from making you my last. In my lifetime I have murdered twenty-one human beings, I have committed thousands of burglaries, robberies, larcenies, arsons and, last but not least, I have committed sodomy on more than a thousand male human beings." I state, describing only briefly the things I have marvellously accomplished.

His eyes jolt back towards me as if filled with fear at what I've just told him but that's not the look I want to reflect into those eyes of his but I'll change that in time. Nobuchika will learn that I'm all that he needs, all that he ever needed and there won't be anything else of importance in his eyes. Nobuchika will adore me, he will love me and I will make certain that he will not be able to live without me.

I take the cold metallic scissors off my tool table as I bring them near the fabric of his clothing, cutting the cotton fabric of his jacket slowly just so I do not accidentally damage the soft tissue of his skin as he struggles on the table.

"For all these things I am not in the least bit sorry. I have no desire whatever to reform myself. My only desire is to reform other people who try to reform me and I believe that the only way to reform people is to kill them." I add as I continue cutting the fabric with difficulty due to his constant struggling to free himself but that's alright…

I can't help but smile at his attempt, I know that Nobuchika is intelligent enough to realize that his efforts are simply pointless and yet he still tries none the less as more muffled sounds escape his throat as he yanks on his restraints holding his wrists down to the table.

I take my time cutting one sleeve and then the next until I can simply yank the loose fabric of what remains of his jacket before turning my attention to his dress shirt as one by one I unbutton the small buttons of his shirt all the while he struggles making the process ever so sweet until I can just move away the fabric revealing his bare upper body and just as I had expected, it's pure perfection.

His skin is smooth as velvet with no chest hair, no birthmarks or moles and how lovely that there are no scars either much to my delight. Nobuchika is without a doubt a beauty with no equal and he's all mine.

I finish cutting of the fabric of his shirt, removing its obstruction away of his arms before I reach out for a bottle of alcohol and some cotton balls, pouring the liquid unto them to wipe his inner arms clean where the brachial artery is located as I ignore his squirming on the table.

"I was born with the devil inside me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing…" I tell him as I make sure that I have properly disinfected his arms. I certainly can't have my precious Nobuchika become ill now can I? "I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me ever since." I add, satisfied of my work.

Nobuchika has such a slender, graceful, and delicate figure, even when he was much younger none could compare to his svelte body and with all the years that have passed since then he just bloomed exactly how I had always known he would have.

I have absolutely no intention of allowing my Nobuchika to leave, not after I've worked so hard to have him. I'll have my own thrills with those he works with and the one I truly want dead is rather out of my reach at the moment… With one stone I'll get two birds, only the first bird is mine to keep while the other must terminated, taken completely out of the picture.

"You learn what you need is to kill and take care of the details… It's like changing a tire… The first time you're careful… By the thirtieth time, you can't remember where you left the lug wrench." I further explain as I reach for the first needle soaked in alcohol; taking precious care to carefully wipe it dry before taking a hold of his right arm sticking the needle into his brachial artery as he lets out a few more muffled sounds as blood starts to flow through the tube connected to the needle.

I take a metal clasp and tighten the tube to slow the flow of the blood to a minimum draining speed and I repeat the same thing with the other arm. His blood is of a bright red with a slight dark hue to it. The metallic scent fills my nostrils as I listen to the first drops of blood fall into the glass jar on the floor under the table, such a sweet melody.

"You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You're looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!" I add as his eyes widen in shock before he tries to struggle again but he calms down fast enough, those needles must certainly be painful when he moves like that.

Such a beautiful model for always hiding behind so much layer of clothing and I was simply just dying to see for myself what was hiding under that jacket and dress shirt. A smooth chest and by the looks of it, it does not look like any has grown yet at his age which is most surprising. His stomach is ripped with delicate soft muscles; his chest is hard and yet frail.

His breathing is starting to become more rapid and short as I lick the soft skin of his neck up to his ear. My lips merging with his warm skin as I bite into his flesh; fresh blood meet my tongue as he muffles some sounds as I suck on the escaping blood, the taste is so sweet it's almost intoxicating. His body has tensed up under my touch as his muffled sounds start to sound more as meer whimpers…

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