Till Death Do Us Part

We're all addicted to something that takes the pain away. Except for me, because in my story, I'm not the good guy, I'm the one who makes you suffer.
I don't smoke. I don't cut. I don't love.
I kill, and the rest is just a cover story.


1. Prologue

I held the blade in my hand, watching the skirmish man in front of me struggle to untie the knots I had around his hands.

"Nice try, but that's not coming undone" I whispered in his ear, leaning over the back side of his shoulder.

"Like hell" he shouted, gritting his teeth tightly shut.

"It will all be over soon, don't you worry about a thing" I explained, drawing out each word for emphasis.

"I don't deserve this, you should be in a mental home!" He shouted again, spitting as he did so.

I ignored his snarky comment and walked to the front of the chair I had tied him down to.

"You want to know why you deserve everything your about to get?" I questioned, running my longest finger over the brim of his cheekbone.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" He shouted, trying to bite my finger and coming quite close. I ignored him once more, continuing with my reason.

"You deserve this, because you are a monster, dragging me along with you, and I, I am just a dark passenger, along for the dreadful ride" I sighed, raising the knife, and running my thumb over the sharp edges.

His eyes widened, and I enjoyed the feeling it gave me, holding someone else's life in my own two hands.

I raised the knife to the man's face, placing it down just above his eye, but under his eyebrow. I pressed it down hard enough to give the man pain, but not enough to make a cut. I had to wait for the right moment.

"Deranged! That's what you are!" He yelled wincing from the small amount of pain I enforced on him.

I didn't answer the man, as I raised the pressure of the knife I held, and finally, blood gushed out of the mans face, and he hollered out in anguish. I smiled and tilted my head back as I enjoyed the noise I had caused.

"I just might be," I finally answered the man.

He flared his nostrils up at me, like a bull would do before it charged at its prey. He snarled and tried to lift his hand up to wipe away the blood, but to no such luck, as they were tied down.

"Why are you doing this?" He questioned, sighing and looking up at me. "I never thought it would end this way. Killed by a mear teenager, None the less."

I grabbed a larger and sharper knife off the table behind me, and raised it up to his neck. His eyes widened once again, and he opened his mouth to say something, but I was too quick.

I put all my strength into it, I pressed it down as hard as I could, and ran it along in a quick line. I could feel the knife shaking from the flesh taring in front of me, and I smiled again, as blood oozed down his neck. It trickled along, soaking his cloths, and I looked at his eyes, watching the life drain away in front of me. A tear fell down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly as i turned around and whispered.

"I guess everyone is addicted to something that takes the pain Away."

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