My right eye twitched at the question he had dared to ask.

"Wh-why? That's all you have to say?" I hissed, my anger rising.

"Th-they... you don't have any reason to avenge them... I've seen your records, medical records too... you shouldn't have any reason to avenge them!!"

Flashbacks started to flush into my mind, disturbing my rage. I refused to give in to the bastard who took everything away from me.

I clenched my first, the urge to smash up his face becoming overwhelming.

"You have no fucking clue what I had to go through when they died. Why the hell do you think you have any right to speak of them?"

I pulled back my fist, now hard as a rock, and rocketed it at his face.

"You know absolutely nothing, you bastard!!"

A crack could be heard, echoing throughout the bottom floor of the abandoned mansion.

Borderline Personality Disorder.

Those three words have stitched themselves into my mind, haunting me for years. Doctor and therapist appointments, all resulting in the same diagnosis. BPD.

In my head, I never had a clear image of my parents, or any of my family. It was always a mix. They could appear nice and caring one day. Then abusive the next.

At school, kids would call my narcissistic and a sociopath. Getting beat was a daily routine. And neglect was something that was expected like a holiday.

The portraits that hung on our walls were the only things that could set my mind straight. They would help me distinguish right from wrong, and help me decide the fate of this man.

And...

That's the reason why I am so desperate, so thirsty to see the unfortunate end of this sinner.

I smiled as I closed the blinds, the mayor of Vocapolis waking up.

On my right and left were two chairs, one with a grown woman, and the other a girl in her teens.

"Wh-what is this?!"

I chuckled to myself as he took in his new surroundings. He was now in a secluded room with a window in it and small holes along the edge of the glass to allow sound to travel between the rooms. It was the perfect set up.

I peeked in between one of the blinds, and nearly burst laughing when I saw him struggling in his chair, trying to ascape. This was my home, no one could escape.

"So, are you ready to atone?" I asked, walking over to the teenage girl, who was starting to awake as well.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

He screamed and yelled empty threats, trying to get me to stop what I was doing. He had no idea what scene was about to unfold in this room.

"You've been horrible to my family for too long. Now, I shall do the exact same thing to you."

I heard a gasp, and then stammering in his voice.

"N-no... stop it!! Not that!!"

I grabbed a chain off the table nearby and started to wrap it around the arm of the girl, and then she snapped awake. When I tightened it, she screamed as the links pinched her skin, her entire body trying to escape its restraints.

Then, I ripped off the duct tape that was placed over her mouth.

"AAH!!"

I yanked and pulled in the chains, fueling the fear and hurt that the girl felt, and fueling my amusement. The man in the other room yelled at me, telling me to leave her alone. But the fun had only just begun!

With a hard tug, I heard flesh rip.

A large gash was made on her upper arm as blood began to create a puddle beneath her chair. I unwrapped the chain off her arm, and then repeated the process with her other.

The mother was finally awake at this point, and could see the peril her daughter was in.

"Hahaha!!"

I grabbed a large machete from the table and put down the chain. With the large chuck of flesh ripped off the skin, I easily started to cut off her flesh from her bones, the blood now forming a sea at my feet. Mortified, her mother passed out as one arm was completely rid of flesh, and the girl passed out as well. Or was dead.

"Damn you Yohio!! I'm gonna kill you!!"

He obvious struggling and continuous empty threats only made me laugh louder as his daughter's arms were only bone, the flesh in a bucket. She had to be dead by now.

I grabbed a cold bottle of water and started to dump it on his wife, and then slapped her until she woke up.

When she regained consciousness, I pulled out a small dagger from the sheath at my hip, and started to cut her slowly across the collarbone. Blood oozed from the cut and the red fluid slid down her chest and stained her clothes. When I made it about halfway through the cut, I ripped off the tape.

"AAAAH!!!"

Her scream was even louder than her daughter's, and her scream got even louder when her blood was added to the enourmous puddle beneath me.

As for the mayor, he constantly pleaded for me to let her go, but I laughed at his torment. I wasn't going to stop. He never stopped when I pleaded on my knees.

I started another cut from the top of her left shoulder and the blade slithered down her arm to the top of her wrist. I did so with the other as well, more blood dripping from her body and her scream becoming more desperate and hideous.

Then, I did the same to her legs. Muscle and bone became visible as I cut into the tanned skin of her thighs. She started to lose volume in her scream as I made it to her ankle.

"For gods sake."

I started to slap her across the face again, trying to keep her awake. Each slap brought her back, and her scream got louder. Even louder than before. I grinned.

As I continued to cut her more and more, her eyes started to grow dull. Her skin was tinted red as she ran out of blood, and at one point, she stopped screaming and squirming altogether.

"No... Yohio... Why..."

There is still more for you, you fucking idiot!

I started to cut off her flesh and fill the large bucket with that as well, making sure the sounds of her flesh being cut and thrown were very audible.

It took several hours, but soon the skeletons that were once two girls was all that remained. I had several buckets full of their flesh and organs, and most of the blood on the floor. No matter. I could easily just scoop it up with a cup and add that to the stash.

"Yohio... why did you... how did you..."

Out of irritation, I grabbed a bone from each skeleton, and I walked into the mayor's room, holding both of them in hand.

"You can figure out what I did."

I tossed them on the floor to lay in front of him. Mortified, he finally shut up.

With a comforting silence, I grabbed the buckets and started to haul them to the kitchen, where they would be put in a large freezer.

I hope he likes candy and soup.

End of chapter three.

Ah, yes. The violence and gore. Sorry if this chapter took a while, I was starting other FanFictions and eighth grade has been pretty crazy for me.

By the way, if you read the chapter title, I would like to clear something up. That is NOT a typo. It's referencing to one of the five senses, and audition is the terminology for hearing. Thus, this chapter is about dulling hearing. If you start to connect the dots as this FanFiction progresses, you'll see where this is going and why I chose the five senses as a part of this series.

Please forgive me if there are any typos or if chapters take forever, I have two other FanFictions that are currently in progress. If you wish to, check them out.

Thank you readers for reading Chapter three of The Distortionist!