the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

definition of evil

--The girl was very young, around 9 or 10, how could she possibly be a gang member let alone someone who knew information? The girl perked up at the sight of us, obviously uneasy and scared but still innocently hopeful that the worst was not to come.

"You look like a pirate," she said to me in a joyful tone. I smiled with guilt.

"Thanks."

"You look like a pirate dog."

"What? Fuck you," I hissed.

"No, no," she exclaimed. "We have a dog who lost an eye so we put an adhesive eye patch on him and yours reminded me of that. His name is Scruffy."

I winced at how naive and innocent she was. She had a dog named Scruffy. I had a cat back home named Maris Stella and I couldn't imagine being separated from her, I wondered if she missed her dog.

"She's a gang member?" Amon asked the question that was distinctly on my mind. Gashtar cocked his head.

"She's Rasdar's daughter, so she's pretty much a gang member by my standards." My stomach dropped even further. Rasdar had a family and we were going to kill him. How would this little girl be affected if her father died? At the death of my father I was devastated, but mature enough to grieve and function at the same time. (Although immature enough to blame his death on Amon that one time?) As a child they're unable to comprehend loss and separate it from themselves. My face became pale.

"She can't possibly know anything," I insisted.

"Rasdar was very close to his daughter so she accompanied him wherever he went. She must know of his multiple whereabouts. We kidnapped her from one of them, only the mother was there and we killed her."

I swallowed hard again. How stomach wrenchingly horrible. Gashtar stepped into a corner and then wheeled out a cart filled with tools of torture, knives, scalpels, needles, wrenches, scissors, branding equipment. I felt like throwing up.

"So physical pain?" he recalled. "Where do we start?"

"I can't do this," I said. "I can't do this to her." Gashtar's stare intensified.

"If you don't do this I'm going to torture you and your boy toy, in fact since I hate you the most I'll make you watch me pull his eyeball out first."

Oh god.Trembling I approached the girl, who immediately became frightened at the look of the tools. She started crying. Her eyes were wide and spilling with tears. I grabbed a pair of pliers and slowly pinched them around the fingernail of her index finger. Oh God, Oh God. I started crying too - Jesus I'm such a pussy.

"I can't do this." Gashtar pulled a knife from his belt and towered over me with menace.

"Do it right now or I'm gouging out both of your eyes."Amon's eyes widened and his mouth parted as he desperately thought of something to do. Ghouls from the outside began to cluster around the outside of the room - we were trapped.

"Where the fuck are the locations of your father?" Gashtar screamed at her. She was wailing so hard I wondered if she could even reply. I retracted the pliers and started sobbing into Amon's chest. Gashtar grabbed me by the hair and turned me around.

"Fucking do it!" he screamed at me. Shaking so fucking hard I put the pliers back on her fingernail, squeezed my eyes shut and yanked with all my strength. The nail slid out with a horrible tug, the girl shrieked, her voice sharp and and screeching with agony, desperation and betrayal. I let the nail drop and repeated the procedure, oh my fucking God. I couldn't take it, her screams were so horrible and the blood coalescing at her fingertips was too much to bear.

"She isn't talking," Gashtar snarled. "Do something else."

Tears dribbled down my face almost with ferocity, my stomach was doing turns and I felt almost light headed. Obediently I put the pliers back and retrieved another torture apparatus - a scalpel. I positioned it in front of her face, her screams filling the room with terror.

"If you don't talk, I'm going to have to use this," I sobbed. The girl continued wailing. I hesitated - I couldn't fucking do this. Gashtar suddenly grew angry at my reluctance.

"Fucking do it already!" he screamed, punching me in the back vindictively. His blow was sudden and powerful, making me jerk forward with force. To my complete horror the scalpel became buried in her throat.