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Considerate decimation (Feitan)

Insanity. n. mental illness of such a severe nature that a person cannot distinguish fantasy from reality, cannot conduct her/his affairs due to psychosis or is subject to uncontrollable impulsive behavior.

-Violence and gore (hardcore)
-Short animal abuse
-Pr*stitution and predators

(New writing style, informal 1st person. Longer than my other stories but hopefully worth it~
Also- Fei speaks like in sub, not choppy.)

Let's have a criminal's course together.
And yes~ this will have a second part as a lemon.
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My name is Y/N and I am a human hunter.

My job description isn't well known or understood- if it is described as anything else besides brutal, sadistic and subjective murder. I've not once regretted or thought twice about murder. I don't simply kill mindlessly though, I only kill bad people.

Now.
My definition of bad might differ from your own. I don't care about humans— humans, children, women, men- whatever you want to call those creatures.
Bad does not necessarily mean evil to me.

Out of good heart, if I could warn anyone of any one thing, it would be that if they ever dare touch an animal in a manner I dislike, I shall see to their maddeningly painful death.

On this quiet end of the day, a group of men made their way through ruins and narrowed streets.

Unaware of me, they went on with their immoral gestures here and there, none quite as grand as I would have desired to find. A cigarette here, a bottle of alcohol there. Nothing surprising ; we're in Japan after all. Paid prostitutes walked by their sides, hands or arms over their shoulders or grasping their arms in flirtatious ways, encouraging the delinquents whenever they'd throw a bottle at some rats running away.

That was one warning.

Dusk was fading  as I scrutinized them and I bit my lips in eagerness as I stared at the men harassing the very women who'd walked with them a bunch of minutes ago.

Two warnings.

Once they'd disposed of the sluts, cats replaced rats and I grit my teeth when they threw their cigarettes at them. Suddenly taking a greater interest in them, the jerks went closer and one of them attempted to take a cat in his hands. The moment the cat scratched him, he released it and kicked it against the wall. Picking his cigarette's lighter, he approached the limping cat and went to do what a horrible person would: burn it alive while holding it with his boot.

I crouched on a rooftop, angrily scanning them with a barely contained rage, careful- or perhaps scared- of anyone who might see me do what I was about to do. When the sun's rays fell behind the buildings, I jumped to another rooftop and up ahead of them before jumping down.

I was close enough for them to see me but far enough so that they wouldn't catch me. I called out to my inexistant pet in a moan-like voice to distract them from their current prey and to me.

« Kitty, where are you? Kiittyyy~?»

Many days beforehand had passed and I had cautiously watched them. Their dislikes, their likes, their deeds- bad and rarely—- never good.

With my goal in mind, I wore a pastel (f/c) dress, my hair tied behind my head with a grand satin bow at the bottom of my hair along with a pair of white square heels to cancel the noise. By description, I could seem young, but no one could mistake my silhouette for a child's.
Though pedophilia might be in my « possible requirement's to kill» list, mindful fuckers still exist here and there and wouldn't go that far on the 'disgusting scale', simply by lack of interest.