The Scarlet Portrait

The Lost Art Of Murder

The thing about me is I am not in danger but I am danger.  Growing up around violence, I have only ever been comfortable with violence. But violence isn't always about killing someone, it about destroying them and having them to beg for death as a mercy. Killing someone only puts them out of this misery called life but I like to watch them burn in their own personal hell and then not give them the gift called death.Only those who haven't been scarred yet think that life is the gift of this world whereas the truth remains death is the gift of this world. The gift of death is what I keep away from people.

You musn't play with death, my dear. It isn't civil

You musn't play with death, my dear. It isn't civil

You musn't play with death, my dear. It isn't civil

You musn't play with death, my dear. It isn't civil

I was shaken back to the reality as the voices in my head grew louder. Even though it was all a distant memory, I could feel chills hearing her voice again. It was as if she was trying to stop me today. 

I didn't want to stop, I don't stop.

I am unstoppable.

I need to think about something else. 

Vincere aut mori

Vincere aut mori

Vincere aut mori

Vincere aut mori

I don't get distracted by much. I had to pull myself back together with my own thoughts. The only thing I learned early on in life is  - Vincere aut mori which means you either conquer or you die.

It was time. I was prepared. There was only one voice in my head. She was no longer there. It is really a day to conquer it all. It would take a few hours but it shall all work out. Everything was already laid out and planned and he doesn't even have a clue.

4 hours later

He was breathing heavily, "Why did you have to do this?"

I just laughed as the Tchaikovsky played in the background - 

"Why did you have to do this?" He screamed this time

I left my wine glass on the table and walked towards him-

"You will figure that out on your own. But meanwhile I have a surprise for you."

I flicked over a ring. 

"Heather..This is hers. What have you done?"

"Nothing yet, I just took her ring."

"Where is she?"

I looked at the clock at the end of the hallway just as it ticked twelve. I looked towards the doorway and there she was Heather. 

"Heather." A smile creeped on his face

I wasn't here to watch their romantic union, I was here to destroy him and what better destroys a man than watching his lover die. To be oh so helpless to watch her bleed. But I wasn't giving Heather any misery instead I was just putting her out of her misery. I was giving her the best gift of the world- the gift of death. 

I slit her throat in one swift motion and in one minute everything became still for Heather, she was finally given the gift, the gift of death. She bleed and he watched. While she got the gift, he got the to live with the curse. The curse of remembering this every day and night. 

"You have no heart. How could you do that? Do you not care at all?" He asked almost breathless as tears poured from his helpless eyes

"Do I get any points for caring? No right, So respectfully I don't care." 

"You're a fucking psychopath" 

As I finished my wine and ran the same bloody knife across his shirt I smiled looking him in the eyes. "I prefer Creative"

"Why did you do this? What did Heather do to you?"

"Nothing, she did nothing."

"So why did you do it?"

"For you. Her I gifted with death but you are now cursed with those memories."

"So now you kill me?"

"No"

I said walking away.

I looked back one last time. "Well why I did this is something you'll have plenty of time to think about in here"

"What if I kill you?"

I smiled. "It's good to dream. You surely can if you ever get out of here. This is my home. No. This is my kingdom and everyone plays by my rules."

"I will end you."

"NO. You need me. You are in misery. You shall crave death. You shall beg for it. You cannot kill yourself here, I have made sure of that. The only person who can is me and it is to me that you shall beg."

I said closing the doors as I heard sobs. I felt satisfied at the sound of his sobs.

2 hours later

As I changed and lay in my bed. I felt happy. I was one step closer to getting it all done. It wasn't a crazy day or anything it was just a very eventful day. I scratched Elton Gibbins off the list. I wasn't all done with him yet but his destruction had begun the rest he shall bring upon himself. But it wasn't like I would forget him. I remember them all and I remember all of it.

After All when you are into the lost art of murder, you remember it all because it is all so rare to be this murderous. 

1 hour later

As I lay staring into the nothingness of the ceiling, it all started coming back again.

You musn't play with death, my dear. It isn't civil

You musn't play with death, my dear. It isn't civil

You musn't play with death, my dear. It isn't civil

You musn't play with death, my dear. It isn't civil

The voices were back. She was back. I ran and ran until I reached the dungeon again staring him in the eyes again.

"What are you.. "

Before he could finish the sentence, I finished him. And once I did she was gone. I wanted to make him suffer but more than I wanted her gone. Because I wasn't going to be a puppet on the string to her words.

I am a weapon and weapons don't weep they just destroy.