Enmu X Muzan

Blood (pt2)

TW: violence

I start walking up to him slowly, with him backing away, getting stopped by the wall behind him. It causes him to let out desparate, fearful pants, getting stronger with every step taking me closer to him.

As I reach him, he starts shaking his head with wide eyes, thinking how he could get out of this, though there's no way. I kneel in front of him as I let out a sigh, lifting his chin to face me. "What should I do with you~?" I ask, this time honestly thinking what could be enough to punish him. "Maybee......if I start here~?" I take out the axe in his leg, him reacting with a smaller groan. I swing it back in the same spot as before, but this time deeper, almost chopping his leg off.

He screams.

I take in every sign of his suffering. His screams, the tears appearing in the corners of his eyes, the twitching of his facial muscles.

"Please...please don't.." he says, as his tears start rolling down.

I repeat the same movement, this time, actually chopping his leg off. He screams even louder, longer, almost unable to stop. "Is it painful~? Do you want me to stop~?" I lean closer to him, moving my hand to his throat, gripping it tightly. "Did you ever care if I was in pain? Did you ever stop when I told you to?" My anger fills me up even more, almost bringing tears in my eyes. "I would've been happier if you just killed me. But what does that matter? Your point was not to make me happy, was it?" I know he wants to tell me I'm right, but is afraid that I'll torture him harder if he says a word. He just looks at me emptyly.

"You did it to see me suffer. So I hope you can understand what I'm feeling right now~ I want you to suffer too~" I tighten my grip on his neck almost entirely closing his airway. He grabs my wrist with both hands, trying to push me off.

It feels the same. It's painful. I unintentionally tighten my grip again. His legs start twitching, he's gasping for air even more desparately, and holds on to my wrist even tighter.

My rage reaches every cell in my body. I let go of his neck, and with a quick twist I grab both his wrists tightly. He lets out small groans of pain, furrowing his eyebrows, his face slightly twitching.

"Is it too tight~?" I ask, as I keep grippning tighter, close to breaking his weak, old bones. "Y-yes-" he says quietly, the words  disappearing in his groans. "Oh, no~ I'm so sorry~" as the words leave my mouth his bones make a loud crack, getting a loud scream out of him.

I let go of him, his hands dropping against the ground. I stand up, and put on a soft smile, then kick his body on the floor.

I kneel back. I grab his jaw, orientating his face in the direction of his wife's dead body.

"That woman hurt me every day" I say pointing at her. "She made me feel horrible about myself, she was the reason I could never believe or like anything about myself even a little bit, but despite all that, you managed to hurt me more." I turn his face back to me, my face adorned with an evil smile.  "And I will make you pay for that~"

I pull the knife from before out of my suite. I can see his eyes widening from fear. I stick it in his stomach, making sure I don't hit any important organs to make him suffer some more.

He screams loudly, squirms in pain, exactly what I wanted to see, but somehow, it doesn't feel as good as I expected.

I pull out then stick the knife back, fast and hard. I repeat it over and over, I don't care where the knife hits him anymore.

He screams for help, begs me to stop, but it still doesn't make me feel better. I give up, and throw the knife away, making a ringing sound as it hits the floor.

I get up and make my way to the axe. Picking it up, a smile sits on my face as I imagine his indistinguishably winging limbs on the floor, lifeless, covered in blood. I let out a sigh of satisfaction, then turn to him, the same evil smile back on my face that I started with. The way he looks at me with fear filling up his eyes, trying to say something, anything that would keep me up, I feel the same ecstasy, finally feeling like me again.

I strike the axe in one of his thighs. He almost cries, exhausted from the pain.
"This is nothing of what you deserve" I say as I go around him, stopping next to his head. I kick his head to the side, facing the wall, and strike a powerful kick on his jaw, which breaks it. He undeniably cries now, but unable to beg for mercy.

I walk back to where I was standing before, to have a perfect view of his desparate cries until I eventually kill him.
"So~ since I don't know which strike will kill you, I'll tell you what I want now~" I say, examining the blade. I strike it back in his thigh after a shorter pause for effect. "I just want to say that I hope you'll get raped in an ally in your next life. Possibly when you're under ten years old, but it doesn't really matter. And that anyone you tell will brush it off by telling you it was just a dream." After saying these words, I can feel my tears burning the back of my eyes, and I don't want the last thing he sees to be me crying because of him again, but I ignore it. "I can't react to a single touch normally because of you. Whenever she touched me, it was hard and violent, and whenever you did, it was rape. And I grew up thinking that was normal." I try my best to keep my tears from falling. I take a deep breath, and put on a smile as I exhale.

"So~ Shall we get started~?" I say as I grab the axe with both hands, then lift it up and strike again. I start with softer strikes, not breaking his bones or chopping limbs off, just causing pain.

I can hear his fearful screams for a while, but it disappears as I get carried away. I don't know how many times I've striked or how strong, I don't know where I hit him and I don't even care. I don't even know if he's dead already. I only know who I'm hitting and why.

Suddenly, I feel a tear burning my cheek. I stop, and take a look. He's dead, obviously. His bones sticking out of his flesh at random places, a few limbs laying next to his body all red, covered in blood, just like me. My legs are bloody, all the way up to my knees, spreading through my entire body. Both my hands are red all over, some drops have gotten on my face and hair too.

I look at his lifeless face, still distinguishably sticking out of the rest.

That was nothing.

My rage spreads into all those different feelings I felt before, and the confusion of what would be the right thing to feel makes me swing the axe again, a last strike in his head, smashing his skull in pieces.

I let go of the axe. I leave it there, sticking out from his brain. I turn around, and force myself to the exit. I stick my eyes to the door and try my best not to fall while walking to my destination. As I reach it, I slide my feet back in my shoes and take on my coat.

I grab the door handle, and step out, walk away, not even sure if I closed it behind me.

I can barely walk properly. It doesn't feel natural. I just want to stop and calm down, but I keep walking.

Left, right, left, right.

I walk into the woods, looking for a spring to clean my clothes in.

I walk deeper and deeper, until I actually find one. I take off my clothes and wash the blood out of them, then lay them on a rock to dry. Until then, I get in to clean myself too and relax. The water is warm, but not too hot. I wash the blood off my face and my hair, then lay my head back and close my eyes. I try to breathe slowly. The true weight of these memories has just fallen on me.