PigSlaughter

Chapter 1: Anger

''Have you ever let your anger out?'' He turns around asking while smiling. It was weird, was a normal question, maybe the smile or the context were the weird ones. Moon was truly getting creeped out by the grin.

''What do you mean?'' He asked arching his eyebrow.Waiting for the answer felt  like an eternity, as if he froze in time, but in reality the answer came shortly after.

''Come.'' He walked away, Moon being confused and a bit annoyed that he got as an answer  a command. Even so he ends up following him. The unknown guy stopped Infront of a door, he did a short pause and then opened it revealing absolutely nothing. Literal darkness but actually some stairs going down. He hesitated a bit to follow him downstairs, thoughts started clouding his mind, blocking him from taking a decision. He sighs and then steps in. The stairs were made of wood, old wood, you could've tell by the squeaky sounds coming out as they were being stepped on. He couldn't even see the next one, anything at all, it was like he was walking with his eyes closed.

Suddenly his eyes squinted at the flash of light. He was puzzled at first till his blurry eyes finally opened. The other guy switched on the light. It was a basement, there was a lot of dirt and funny smells.Moon looked around but then the guy's voice caught his attention instead.

''Here.'' the guy says, simply as that but doesn't make sense, he wasn't showing or pointing to anything. He was standing still. Now that he looks again he does notice something, a sack.

"A sack?" looked at the sack and then back at the guy like three times. The guy lets a laugh out which caught Moon off guard, he didn't expect a laugh in such moments . This was getting annoying, he kept getting muddled  over and over by this guy.

''Hit it.'' Again. What is this? What's wrong with this guy? He was standing still, barely processing what is going on, he started to feel dizzy and sick.

''What's wrong? Perhaps you want a knife?'' The words made Moon snap totally of his thoughts, made him see clearly and realise what was happening.

''Oh?'' the weird guy smiles. ''So that did got your attention.'' He scoffs. Then he turns around and opens a drawer. Moon realised that he has no idea where he is, he did indeed check his surroundings when he entered the room but yet he still had a feeling that he shouldn't be there.

''What's your name?'' Moon speaks up, the more he thought about stuff  the less it made sense, asking questions only created other questions.

''For you.'' Completely ignoring his question, turns around passing him a knife.

He looks down at it, overwhelmed once again by all kind of thoughts, barely touching the cold object his hand flinches, hesitating for a bit.. but then he does it.. he takes it.

The guy gets out of the way leaving free way to the sack. Moon approaches it, at first he hesitated once again, he walked around it a bit, he couldn't smell anything weird about it, his mind was not thinking straight, nothing made sense, he felt high.

He sighs and hits it once with his fist. No remorse, nothing. Why remorse from hitting a sack ... he snorts at himself, but this time outloud. Then he throws another fist but more stronger, honestly it started getting better. He smiles but doesn't notice it, he looks at the knife he was holding and then at the sack. He rotates it looking at it, it was pretty,it's blade was shinning in the weak yellowish light. This time with zero hesitation he stabs the sack, but doesn't stop he does it again...and again...again. For some reason it felt relaxing, calming his thoughts. The sack was a light brown, old and was horribly stinking but just then it started having dark red spots, he doesn't bat an eye, the sack starts to get weaker and more holes with every stab,blood getting on him, but a hand falls out of the hole. In that moment he takes a step back, he blinks few times, he looks at his hands .. full of blood, is it his? Is it ? is it someone's else? He wasn't thinking  straight  no more, his hands started shaking, he drops the knife that was covered as well in the red liquid. His eyes got bigger and bigger, he felt like going insane or was it pure shock, he never felt it before, a satisfaction, an euphoria combined with pure fear, with disbelief and shock. He raises his eyes off  his hands looking at the arm hanging out of the sack slowly following with his eyes from the tip of the fingers up to the 'source'. It was a body, he immediately froze, then he heard a laugh, wasn't his, his eyes targeted the guy, the one who lead him to this, it was a feeling of anger and fear he felt , the wheeze kept continuing making him uncomfortable like it wasn't ending, he started feeling it and hearing it in his mind too like an echo, it was like he was drunk, dizzy.His heart was like it was pushing his chest, pulsing and stressing him even more .He quickly rubbed his eyes but the hand's blood got in his eyes making him cry in pain.