It’s been months since my last kill. Years since I tortured a motherfucker.
The hunger has never gone the fuck away, but I’ve been doing my best to keep that shit under control.
And yet, after all that time, I’m stuck facing a fucking predicament thanks to this stupid fucking proxy that I have tied up here.
I knew they’d come after my ass eventually, especially since the Tailor decided to start reappearing, but I guess I wasn't expecting them to send a dipshit teenager to do the job.
That’s right, they sent a 17 year old. I’m kinda fucking offended that they apparently thought the work experience youth intern could handle me on his own. I mean, I know that there are plenty of kids involved in this mess, and all he was supposed to do was break into my apartment and leave some spooky shit around to “scare” me, but still, this is the kind of fuckery you pull with people who JUST got dragged into this hell, not someone who has been in it as long as I have. I came home to find the door open and little shit spray-painting the operator symbol on the wall like it was 2012.
“Oh fuck… I… uh… shit!” He blurted before pulling out a little pocketknife and charging towards me. I don’t think he was attacking so much as he was trying to fucking escape, but either way, I quickly sidestepped and stuck out a leg, tripping his ass. He tried to get up but a kick to the head put him back down. Taking his knife, I went to the door, looked out to make sure there weren’t any nosy cunts around, then closed and locked it.
As you hamsterflaps can probably tell, we’ve had the chance to chat a little bit since then, which is how I know his age and what he was doing here. He also told me his proxy handle: “Doombringer”. Fucking “Doombringer”. You should have seen his fucking face when I laughed and asked him if “Shadow the Hedgehog” was already taken.
“I thought it sounded cool”, he muttered, which made me laugh even harder. I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on him for that though. Edgy as it may be, at least it’s not something completely retarded… like KnitWolf.
Anyway, I need to decide what the fuck I’m going to do with him.
I could keep my no-murder streak going and let him walk away... I’m not stupid. I wasn’t going along thinking I’d never have to kill a bitch again, but… do I need to kill this one? He’s a fucking kid, so if he knows where I am, the other proxies probably do too. He probably doesn’t have anything to tell them that they don’t already know. On the other hand, if I let the little prick go, he might be trouble later. Just because Doomsy doesn’t know how to handle himself now, doesn’t mean he’ll always be that way, so I should probably save myself some trouble and kill him. This should be an easy choice, just like that fucker who tried to mug me. I don’t know why I’m struggling with this.
Shit… Either way, I’m going to have to move again, and this puckersucker fucked up my chances of ever getting the damage deposit back.
Hehe… I guess that means I don’t have to worry too much about making a mess with him. I could probably take this idiot apart and it wouldn’t make much difference. Maybe he knows some useful shit. He already pissed himself in fear when he woke up and realized the situation he was in, so it probably wouldn’t be hard to make him squeal… Even if he doesn’t, it would be so satisfying to cut him up, to squeeze the life out of his fucking neck. I could dunk him in the tub a few times- then watch him squirm until the bubbles stop. It’s been so long and it’s just one….
No. No. He’s still a kid… just like Laura was. No kid deserves the kind of shit she went through. Isn’t that what I said before?
Maybe killing his stupid ass before he suffers more would be merciful then! He broke into my fucking home and came at me with a knife, whatever his intentions were! He chose his fucking path!
Oh god, I sound like the Wolf…
I… I think I’m going to call in sick to work tomorrow. Maybe for the next couple of days while I figure this shit out.
Shit I don't know. Your reasoning for killing him is sound, hell it doesn't even matter since I'm sure the idiot will end up dying anyway if he was dumb enough to just randomly charge at you with a pocket knife of all things.
ReplyDeleteI've never been in this situation, where I felt bad for an idiot being an idiot. The only time I hesitated was during the... well you know. But that isn't applicable, I didn't feel bad for her, I felt bad for her kid.
But if that situation in your opinion is somehow similar to this, then take it from me, it's not worth it. I still see his teary eyes whenever I close mine.
I'm sorry that you fell back on the radar, that sucks, but you're an experienced ass kicker, I'm sure you'll manage. Also, Doombringer? For real?
ReplyDeleteAs to your issue and I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you or anything, I'm nowhere near qualified. But I think the main question is, why did you stop killing? The way you describe it makes it sound like an addiction that you're trying to kick, which means you're trying to make a positive change in your life. So it really should come down to your reasoning for stopping, are you indeed trying to kick this "addiction"? If so, then questions of practicality and what if's shouldn't bear any weight, in order to kick an addiction is to stop indulging in said addiction, full stop.
On a personal level, I'd rather you let him live, he might be as much a victim as you once were. But like Malik said plenty of times before, I've no experience in this shit, let alone taking someone's life, the idea itself seems unfathomable to me.
So if you disregard what I said here, then I understand. In the end, you and only you know best.
Good luck!
If you're struggling that much with it, then it's probably best to let him go, but if you do decide to kill him, please make it quick. There's no reason to drag that shit out.
ReplyDelete