I Need More

Unexpected Events

The shaking Finn lay in his chair, still tucked in his straight jacket. The Swede had begun feeding him, while Tino would only turn his head before food was shoveled into his mouth. He wanted so badly to spit it out, but more food was shoved into his mouth before he could do so.

His heart clenched at the forceful eating, while his heart tightened at the stress of the scenario. "I just want... to walk around, Ber.." he mumbled quietly, looking at the Swedish man with the most pitiful eyes one had ever seen. Like an abused dog, his eyes shone with something that was almost irresistible. A glint that couldn't seem more defeated.

Berwald was able to catch something though. A mere act that Tino was trying to use in his favor. A simple trick that normally people would fall victim to, effected Berwald nonetheless.

The overhead speaker resonated a familiar voice, calling Berwald to the mess hall, and it was urgent. He left Tino behind, which clawed at his heart for some reason, and then retreating towards the mess hall. There lie a scene, one that he had never witnessed before. Doctors surrounded in one huddle, trying desperately to restrain a person down, while those who were too weak tended to the patients whose doctors stepped in to restrain someone.

They called his name instantly, ordering him into action. So many doctors having to restrain one person, the mere thought made him intrigued, but terrified him as well. The man held against the bench of a table it was...

Mathias?

The man had a fire in his eyes, an unnatural glint that shown with pure hatred, and a pinch of insanity. A smug grin was forced onto his features whilst low cackles left his chapped lips.

Berwald held his wrists and pushed him against the unforgiving wood, which splintered into his skull. Chuckles filled the Swedes ears, unbearably prominent to any other noise in the entire building. It was then, only then, when Matthias was taken to be drugged, and potentially tortured.

It may have been extreme, to say the least, if it were normal circumstances. The bloodied corpse that lay on the ground, however, proved that it was anything but normal circumstances.

All doctors and psychiatrists were ordered to forget about the subject, to not mention it to their patients even if they asked, and to resume their original tasks. Berwald was incapable of doing so, learning that he had the inability to forget the events that had taken place. Tino distracted him however.

Tino had relaxed himself, but found the wall much more interesting than the questions that were continuously directed towards him.

"Excuse me, am I bothering you." A low voice interrupted the Finns train of thought, drawing him back into reality. His eyes scanned over Berwald that sat in front of him. "What.. do you want?" He spat,, leaning forward into the chair to shorten the distance that still remained large in between the two. "I'm busy, don't disturb m-"

"I apologize but what was I interrupting?"

Tino felt himself huff in annoyance, his head tilted to the side and responding. "I was thinking about the things that I did, the amazing feeling through my fingers, the expressions of my victims lifeless corpses, all of it. I regret nothing. I loved each and every second."

This set Berwald off edge. He gripped Tinos shoulders and let his face become mere inches from the Finnish mans features. "You think this is justified because of mere entertainment? You wanted a real life, and you probably still do, and yet, when you're given a chance, you begin killing others. You want an easy life? Well here's news for you, the way you're going you will never leave this place. Begin having some self control Tino, I know you can. I know that in that crowded mind, filled with horrible images, there is still that down-to-Earth Finn that people used to know."

That I used to know.

That I now love.

Mathias POV

His eyes shown with a panic that had never been seen before by any living creature. He felt his entire body shake, his soul being devoured by subconscious desires that he had tried so hard to conceal. He now wanted to proclaim others lives for the sake of his own. He had convinced himself that ending others lives would make his longer. A man driven by fear, the fear of death, and letting it consume him. A predicament that can be easily avoided, but once you fall into the bottomless pit, there is no way out. Miracles mean nothing when one falls deeper and deeper into fear each passing second.

There is no mercy for one who can't find a way to show any mercy themselves. His personality was barbaric, and when you become someone you're not, you will eventually snap. He was informed that the man he had harmed was on the verge of death, and was very likely to be dead the next day.

A second branch of emotion was added to make his soul more unstable; guilt. This guilt that consumed him, that drove him to the edge of the cliff and all it took was a jump.

And then the cycle would start all over again.

Once he took that jump, once he commuted that deadly thought, he would be falling through a second vortex. The pain of regret, and yet the satisfaction stabbed him with blazing contradictions.

The war wasn't over in his mindset. It was only intermission. It was only until he saw a man walk in, the thinnest frame with the coldest eyes, did he lose that guilt. He lost each shade of guilt that darkened his eyes, and only replaced with the bloodlust that was presented boldly in the presence of this man.

"You idiot, what did you think you were doing, that man was killed because of your idiocy. Did that satisfy you?"

Mathias didnt hesitate for a mere second. The joy was obviously shown through a low rumbling growl in his throat. "I didn't get the chance to be satisfied, I still want more. I still want to rip those apart, the innocents that would graciously offer their lives for me. For my life to go on, tainted with the blood of a million men, and still continuing to live on because of the iron sifting through my fingers. I can reconstruct my body with the tarnished soul of the damned. And the feeling of satisfaction each moment of the beautifully long life I will lead."

Lukas Bondevik slammed his fists on both arms of the chair that the Danish man rests in. "And what exactly will help that? You think putting others before yourself will change anything in your pathetic, small life? Get a grip on yourself, don't be so arrogant as to believe that you deserve a longer life than any other of our idiotic species, because you don't. You are no god."

A slow chuckle resonated out of the Danes throat. "Well, I guess I'm just the arrogant bastard you believe me to be. I don't want to stand on the same pedestal as mortals do. We share such a ridiculous fate, attempting to cover the inevitable death with such words of an imbecile, with such actions that only give you something to occupy yourself with while waiting for death. You do absolutely nothing to stop it!!' He ended, his voice cackling and echoing throughout the entire room. "Dont make me sick."

"Well I guess you should get used to the nausea, because I will be the most sickening person if it takes you not to be such a thick-skulled bastard who does not understand the limits of humanity or humans himself."

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A/N:

Holy mother Teresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz, I am so sorry for not updating (for those who were anticipating something new). But here's a long chapter to feed your hungry eyes, have a good day/night/unicorn party.

~Unknown~