Joseph
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A young boy who found solace while distributing pain upon animals, grew up on a farm with his father. The father was a strange man, though he was a fine father for his child.
The child's enjoyment of passing pain onto others started when he was tending to his chickens when he was about 7. He found that the chicken coup was broken into by a coyote or some animal of the sort. The animal had killed and eaten the chickens. The blood and feathers were everywhere. The scene sickened the boy as much as it gave him a morbid curiosity for where the red stuff came from.
He went on and cleaned the coup and told his father about the gate of their chickens. A few weeks past and the scene still hadn't left the boy alone. It irked him. He wanted to see it again.
A few more weeks pass and the coup has been filled with new chickens. His father was very keen on making sure this coup wouldn't be broken into again so he had installed locks and more onto the coup.
A month passes. The boy was starting to have urges. To go to the coup and kill one chicken and be done with it. Scratch that itch. And so he did. He waited for night and headed out into the backyard with a butcher knife and hammer that he had found in his father's butcher/slaughter house next to the barn on their property.
Into the coup he crept. The door he shut tightly. Then, he turned the hammer to the chickens. Here was the hard part, most of the chickens had names, and so he would have to choose one he didn't know the name of. There was Joseph, Matthew, Eli, Judas, Abigail, Mary, Margaret, Delilah, Abel, Cain, and Hannah. There was a chick as well, but he and his father were still deciding a name for it. No name, no relationship. The chick will be his victim of his curiosity.
Once the deed had been done, he felt giddy. Adrenaline for a horrid act rushed through him and he just couldn't get enough of this feeling. He felt alive, powerful, and hungry.
The child quickly got rid of the martyr, and put a hole in the fence of the coup. He put the tools away, knowing his father wouldn't notice the blood on them. There was already cow blood on both of his instruments.
Exit dark, enter light of a new day. He waited for his father to go check on the chickens. The father had chalked up that the chick escaped through the fence's hole. The child escaped the blame.
This was the start of a terrible habit, for the poor boy.
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Years later we find a man. An infamous butcher who acts on his primitive urges to kill, eat, procreate, and survive. He knows not what he does, but does to survive. His weak mind can only hope to grasp the concept of reality, for he lives in fantasy. Oh his bloody, bloody fantasy.
He had named himself Joseph. And Joseph had only himself in this world. He had lost his father in his teenage years. And that marked the start of the long dark journey into Joseph's psyche. He started to butcher more than just animals when he was 17, his first victim was the old librarian in his town. He had known the librarian for some time, for he was Joseph's tutor at some point in his life. The librarian provided much pleasure to Joseph when he had hacked his face into a bloody mess.
He often found himself crying out that he had killed his town's librarian, proclaiming it to who that would listen. So, Joseph had sewn his mouth shut to keep himself quiet. He knew other people wouldn't like what had done, though he couldn't really tell why. Though he was indifferent. It made no sense to him so he did not care. He did what he loved so that was all that mattered.
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Apologies, 2 more lunatics are in the works
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