Dragoned in Half

Countdowns-Morbius

Life is pain

There is no pain in death

I am the destroyer, the deliverer

I choose who lives and who dies

I am no God

I am a messenger of evil

There is no such thing as happily ever after

There is death,

There are no emotions

Its just me and my knives

They need me as I need them

They are all I will ever have

My mantra leaves my mouth smoothly just as it does every morning. Staring at my reflection there is no expression on my face. The scars tell their own story just as the demon that stares back out of my eyes. As I stare I don't even blink. What would be the point?

Once my morning routine is done I do the essentials. The water I use as I wash myself would melt off the skin of others. No matter how hot it gets I will never be clean. I will never be pure. There is nothing in this life that I haven't taken for myself. I know that today will be a day like any other day. A day that I kill. A day that I come home to wash away the blood on my hands. Just like every other night, the souls of the innocent will scream inside my head.

The neatness of my closet brings me joy. I whip the towel off of my hips and grab a pair of pants. I only own one kind. Ten sets of the same kind. There are pockets for all my weapons. There is nothing else needed. I cover my scarred chest with a black t-shirt. The fabric pulls tight across my skin and allows me the mobility I need to catch my prey. Not that its challenging.

I enjoy the quiet of my room as I start in on my knives. The Tungsten steel alloy of the blades gleams in my eyes as I cherish the reflects. The sharpest part of the blade gleams a bright yellow where I infused it with my scales. I sharpen it against another just like it and the sound is music to my ears. Sparks fly between the blades as they clash.

This is the one thing I am always meticulous about. My weapons have to be in perfect order. If not then it could mean my life. I may not have much of one but I know that I serve a purpose. Just as I sheath the last one in my neatly ordered belt, I see the light flash above my door. I rise to my feet eager for something to do.

Seeing that light flash could only mean one thing. All hands are on deck. That light flashing means that there is work to be done. More bodies to be brought in. Another mission for me to run. I brief second of surprise hits me when I open the metal door to my room. I had expected to see the Doctors other little foot soldiers running around. Instead however it's the white coats as they rush to their labs. It must be something good if he has them assembling this early.  I watch as one of them heads into the room where my favorite prisoner rots.

I try not to think of who else is currently occupying that cell with him. My mind has continued to stray in that direction way more than I would like. As the door opens and the white coat slips in, I get a whiff of her scent. Its almost like it hits right in the gut. I lean my back against the wall trying not to let it falter my steps. I had no idea that a smell could do so much to someone.

A part of me wants to go toward that smell but I know that I cant. Revealing the nature of what she is to me could end up making things a lot worse for her. She is already going to have to endure so much here in these labs. I don't need to add extra on to it. Besides, they have been in there alone all night together. Who knows what has happened between them or what has been said. It would only be right if she ended up hating me at the end of all this. Being my mate doesn't have to have anything to do with it.