If he were a killer, he would be swift.
He would do it quickly, without hesitation or remorse.
He would spare his faltering humanity the pain of reconciliation. He would be what was needed. More than a bullet; more than a simple blade. A cleaver, the kind that leaves no room for mercy. Blunt and rusted from years of neglect, he would grind them to dust between his embittered jaws, flaying them between his fingers with an intimate brutality.
He would do it quickly. So fast that it would be done before a nerve could fire. But it wouldn't be clean; he was raw, primal fury. He would do to them what he had to. He would make them pay. When it was over, when the blood was all but let, when heads lay free from twitching bodies, lifeless and devoid of the spirit that once animated them, and none could raise a finger against him oh... oh how he would revel in the silence that followed. He would be alone. He would devour their pieces, leaving barely a scrap for the wild dogs and crows to pick at.
He would be the hand of God.
The final arbiter.
Kasper would be a monster.
YOU ARE READING
The Eden Projects (EDITING)
General Fiction"This story has no hero." Set in the distant future, where the government has been overthrown, and a new world power has risen, known only by the Moniker "ARK Corporation." We follow Kasper as he fights to survive in a nightmare where wrong is made...
