The Games of Alastor

Chapter TwentyFive

I thought about what I just did. Not knowing if I'll regret it later. I didn't feel any weirder now that I am technically immortal. Well, immortal without a soul. I finished my cigarette. I grinded it out on the ashtray on my nightstand. Sighing, stood up. I was about to walk out then Saskias dagger caught my eyes. It almost hurt me physically. I decided using the thing that killed my sister would be the best thing to use.

Grabbing the blade, I went back to Adron. His eyes were narrowed like he was trying to not show fear. I knew it was just bravado.

"Welp, good news," I said. "You can never die."

He trembled, "Wha- what?"

"You heard me. You can never die. You can feel the worst pain in history, have your guts spilled, head cracked open, but every day, you'll just be reformed," I explained, in a more upbeat tone. 

"Your joking, right?"

"Is that something I would be joking about?" I asked, tilting my head.

He held his breath in sheer fear. Adron seemed to put together the puzzle pieces that his tormenting will never end. Neither will mine.

Without another thought I pulled out the sewing scissors in his leg and threw them to the ground. He grunted at the pain. I unsheathed Saskias dagger and didn't hesitate.

In the middle of his stomach I made an inch deep incision. As soon as I touched the blade to his skin thick red blood came oozing out. I can't tell you what it sounded like over Adron screamed but Saskia had the knife sharpened so it cut through skin like warm bread with a heated knife.

I brought the cut down six more inches. I didn't stop there. I reached my head through the cut, not bothering for gloves. HIV can kiss my ass. Adron scream was like a shotgun going off right in your ear. I could tell he wanted to yell at me to stop, but couldn't through the pain.

Warm claret blood cascaded through the cut and automatically covered my hand. The squishing sounds it made was the part that got under my skin. Pun intended.

Adron was screaming louder than any man could have without tearing his throat. I knew my intentions. I felt around his stomach and found his small intestines. Before this son of a bitch killed Saskia I helped her study which helped find my way around the human body.

I tugged on the organ as hard as I could.

Adron mangened to scream even louder, "YOU'RE NOT A HUMAN BEING!!"

Catching me off guard, I froze. I smiled slightly. He must have noticed. Him seeing me smiling, holding his intestines he started sobbing. I kept going. The organs felt warm and slimey. I learned that organs dont smell of anything but blood unless there's some disease.

I pulled on his intestines, bringing them as far out as I could I cut them in one swift movement with the dagger.

The sound was like someone cutting bacon. I don't think there are words to describe Adron screaming bloody murder.

Take a second and imagine what this would feel like. You can't, can you? Some people's minds have never experienced something like this. Most people have never feel what real pain feels like. Mental? Sure. Pain like having your organs being ripped out of your body? No.

Now just imagine it in the mind of the killer. The mindset that people have to have to kill is crazy. The lengths people will go. The will power it takes.

Hi.

Holding a string full of body fluids and organs I looked Adron in the eyes. He could read the insanity in my eyes, he knew every day was going to get worse. And he regretted every part of it.

I lifted up his organs to his mouth. "Eat it."

A.N. Isn't it funny how us humans use pain as punishment?