killer's choice | {zeke/parker/killer}
Mar 27, 2021 23:13:33 GMT -5
Post by cluekiller on Mar 27, 2021 23:13:33 GMT -5
I have accepted who I am now.
A killer, a monster, a psychotic maniac. I have my reasons, but that does not change my identity or how the world sees me. Nobody cares about my justification. Unfortunately for them, I stopped caring about what people think of me a long time ago. There is a vacant space where that conscience once resided. Dead space. I was supposed to replace it with positive outlooks and healthy coping mechanisms. Now I only feel restlessness and bloodlust. Waiting to play another game made my skin itch.
They think their rules will stop me. The buddy system, what a joke. I will prove to them how determined I am. A bull in a china shop, I'll break every last one of them.
I eagerly wait for the two to open their eyes. They will find themselves strapped to wooden chairs, hands and feet bound by chains, facing one another as Naomi and Cleo once did. A familiar rush of giddiness consumes me. It makes my heart feel light as a feather, yet it pounds like a drum in my ears. I have learned to crave this feeling over time. I know it won't last forever.
There is an end to this story, but it is not tonight.
"Your expressions never get old. So confused and scared," I mock, grabbing a tool from the table behind me. I turn to let them see it, gently tapping the head of the hammer against my gloved palm. I am weary of building contraptions, tying ropes, and lifting heavy objects. Tonight will be some good old fashioned brute force. Simple, yet effective.
"This is where Cleo died. She was hanging from a noose right over there." I point to the other side of the room. This time I scrubbed the floor clean, though the only blood to be found was Naomi's. I had sewn her lips shut to show the world that it wouldn't make a difference.
My eyes bounce between them, but they cannot see it behind my mask. To them, I stand completely still for a moment before I point to Zeke. "We're going to play a game, and you get to go first. Think hard about what you want," I say, pacing in front of them. "I'm going to break Parker's bones. Should I break her hand, or break her foot? Choose wisely. You have thirty seconds."
I fold my hands behind my back and stand in front of Zeke. "If you choose nothing, then I'll break one of yours. My choice."