There was nothing outside the door not a person nor an animal. The only sound was that of distant cars passing and the moon was ever bright that night. Stephen changed into the outfit he wore every night beforehand. The sheath clipped onto the belt rings on his left side and after he placed it his grin returned to his face. He disappeared in his doorway, as no more but a faint shadow and within the next hour, he appeared at the docks. He stole a boat and spoke.
"I shall be relieving you of this. You don't mind -"
He turned around and looked down to a bloody human carcass in the bottom of the boat.
"do you?"
After disembarking into the deeper waters. A hidden facility came into view and satisfaction was glowing over Stephen's sadistic expression. The facility was shrouded in a thin fog and was composed of grey concrete and steel. There was no indication of what it was used for, not even a name. This nameless facility stood silent in tranquillity although on the inside it had secret uses and purposes. As the boat slowed for impact with the shoreline Stephen jumped to the land that lay meters away. The moonlight was dim as the moon had been hidden by the fog. Stephen looked above to the facility above him.
Stephen reached rock after rock and started climbing the edge. Guardsmen were patrolling the walls and there was the feel of maliciousness in the air. The aroma of death and the short lived moments of security the armed guards felt were soon to change as Stephen cloaked himself from the vision of man. Echoes of whispers surrounded the men as they reached for their firearms.
"Who's there?"
One of the guards demanded and the sound of resonant metal echoed nearby. Swift and bleakly did the other man fall as his blood stained the remaining guard's white dress shirt. A sheath freed the blade and the last man divided at the waist.
"A shame"
Stephen stepped in the blood and spoke as his form took shape. He looked to the two bodies and then to the camera lens. He walked toward an open gateway seemingly interested on the inside. As the shadow of evil, Stephen glimpsed someone he believed of equal value to himself in the interior. He sensed a diclonius not far from him. Someone other than himself, someone he hoped he could share sinister and evil hope. Someone he could deem an equal enemy and challenge.
As Stephen proceeded deeper he followed his instinct to a room supposed to be locked by a heavy blast door. Instead it lay open and a trail of blood and red footsteps were visible from the shadows leading outward toward him. he trailed the blood like a hound, leading his being to the source. A closing blast door and a nude woman wearing a helm on the other side. Stephen ran but the door closed before he could reach it. Stephen was furious, he cut at the steel until a loud gunshot was heard. Organized footsteps halted before arriving behind Stephen.
"Hands up or we shoot"
Stephen turned his head slowly and on his face lay a deathly grin with a wide murderous glare. He then turned completely and laughed loudly before cuffing his face in his hands.
"Kill me will you?"
Stephen disappeared and the same whispers sounded from every direction; hiding his footsteps. Laughter sounded and several of the guards lost the arm that held the triggers. Others were separated at the waist. Soon only one remained, he was unarmed and wearing a dark suit. That man spoke.
"You -"
The man swallowed like he choked on words coveted in fear.
"You must be a diclonius".
Stephen reappeared and laughed violently.
"Diclonius? If so -"
"where are my horns?"
Stephen pointed to his head
Stephen laughed violently once more and spoke after relaxing his tone to the same sinister one he used often before. He walked closer and spoke as he passed.
"I am as human as you are! Or -"
He faced the man and spoke from behind
"Am I?"
Leaving the man puzzled and unable to resolve the happening and bloodshed Stephen left the base and disappeared until morning; where he awoke on the floor half way through his doorway. His hair was messy and unorganized. It was nearly midday and the sun shined freely. He began his daily process of undressing, hiding his clothes and blade in the closet he always did. Then shortly after he reached for the fresh new clothes in his drawer underneath the main compartment. to prepare for the coming afternoon he cleaned his hair and combed it with his fingers.
He could smell his own sour odour and turned on the breaker box and the lights switch on. Then shortly after he walked into his bathroom and showered. He scanned his body for any new scars, bruises or injuries he would have sustained at night, as if he was aware of what happens to himself. After he left the room Stephen looked to the sun out his window and registered his beliefs on the night to come.