Chapter Six

Dib sat on the floor for what seemed like an eternity, he tried his best not to stare at the scarlet wall in front of him. He knew he was gluttonous; he was not willing to let himself die to save the many people he would soon execute. It was possible he was just crazy too, if so, it must have been a genetic weakness.

"I suppose being so obstinate is a good trait in this shitty state of affairs." He thought to himself as he softly arose from the floor.

Dib looked around the room; he was mystified by the décor of the place. A weapon hung from nearly every spot on the walls and strange machinery stood about the room, what exactly they were used for was unknown, although Dib could guess.

He new he had to get to work, the people here were suffering so he figured it would be best to murder one of them first. He thought to himself that maybe he was taking this a little too lightly. He was going to murder someone, take the life of someone, he was no better then anyone and therefore he had no right to kill them. He had heard once, one should not kill unless they, themselves are willing to die. He, maybe too quickly, dismissed this thought. He had made up his mind.

Dib rose from the floor and walked near one of the tables in the room; it was filled with knives of every size and shape, from Bagh nakhs to Yoroi tōshis. It was quite a sight to be seen although Dib had too much on his mind to admire them. He picked up a good-sized blade and looked blankly at it as he held it in front of his face just close enough that he could see his refection. Crazed eyes and a grin faced him. He touched his own face with his free hand. He was not grinning.

"What are you waiting for?" Dib quickly turned around to see the source of this unknown voice. He saw no one. He shook his head to clear his mind; it must have been this place, these circumstances that were pushing him to the edge. Pushing him to the edge and throwing him off.

As he walked through the dark hallway, knife in hand. The screaming had gotten duller, before it was ear-piecing now it was simply white noise. Many feeling rushed through Dib's mind but he couldn't focus enough to tell what they might be. He didn't want to have to go through with this, but he didn't seem to have much say in the matter. Regardless of what he seemed to do he felt like he was being pushed forward to what he was going to do and he didn't know why this was. Perhaps once it was all over he could sit down and figure things out.

Once it was over.

It wouldn't be as easy as that, would it?

"Nothing ever is." Once again Dib heard that voice that he didn't know who it belonged to, and once again Dib turned around to see the source and again, he saw nothing. "What was…?" Dib said aloud but stopped once he realised he was that he was talking to himself, that was only something he did as a child. Any childhood innocence he might have still had surely was snatched away by all of this. Possibly is was just maturation or maybe it was this place driving him mad, he didn't know and right now he had bigger things to think about.

After walking about through the dungeon-like hallway Dib decided he would finally enter a room. He turned and faced the closest door to him. He took in a great sigh and reached for the doorknob and he hoped with everything he had the door was locked or anything that would put off having to walk into a room he knew held a victim – his victim. As he turned the knob as slowly as humanly possible that little hope inside him died.

Once the door opened and he walked inside he saw a person hanging on the wall, similarly to how he was not long ago. He felt the pain of the person.

Dib took a few steps closer and examined the individual. It was a thin female, long, greasy chestnut hair covered most of her face due to her hanging her head. She was in pain.

"Please…" She said, faintly, her voice trembling. She looked up slightly; she had large eyes and large lips. Her face was cover in a mixture of sweat, tears and remains of smudged make-up. She might have been beautiful once. "Please…" She said again, with a little bit more strength. "Let me go."

Dib could let her go, maybe he could let all of these people down here go. He could kill Johnny and not these innocent people, but no, he wouldn't do that.

"I have to kill you."

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been updating lately, I have been working on an original story o' mine. I promise I will be updating this little tale much more often. Sorry this is short and a cliffhanger, hope you enjoy nonetheless.