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Knives

Horror

This story centers around Knives, a sadistic killer. Throughout the "episodes" in this book, Knives often contemplates the nature of reality and what sort of meaning it should hold for him. Due to the influence of a voice in his head called Night, K...

Chapter 18

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by Animaesmurf

by Animaesmurf

Chapter 18:

"Well, what's so bad about you?" Light thought cheerfully.

"Light, you idiot." Night sighed, exasperated. "You know as well as I do what's wrong with him. Well, we don't know what's wrong with him but there's nothing RIGHT with him."

"I'm evil, Light." I thought in despair. "That's the only word for it."

"No you're not!" Light exclaimed in a burst of enthusiasm.

"What are you talking about?" I wondered, mildly surprised by his mindless protest.

"Hmm..." Light thought, regaining his senses. "Actually, I don't know where I was going with that."

"I didn't think so." Night thought. "But so what if you're evil. Come to think of it, no one else is really any good either. Is there anyone who is good? What is good? What is-"

"Damn it, Night. Stop making me think." I told him desperately. "I don't know. And I can't right now. Thinking will only hurt me. It's not really PAIN but It's rather unpleasant."

"-Life? What is death? Why doesn't anyone else think? What are we? Why are we like this? How will we die? What happens after that? What makes us so different? What's wrong with us? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Repeating over, and over the question dominating my mind and numbing my senses.

As I awoke from a dreadful half-dream, I found myself rocking back and forth, whispering the words "What's wrong with me?" repeatedly. Surprised to hear my own voice, I tried to silence it. But my lips kept moving, leaving me in a trance-like state.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed silently. "Get out of my head! I can't THINK about that! Let me GO!"

"It's futile." Sneered a shadowy figure across the room.

"What are you?" I wondered, my voice still out of my control.

"Don't you recognize me?" The figure asked, disappointed. "I'm you." It told me. "I'm Evil." It flashed out of my vision for a moment, reappearing next to me. My body still out of my control, I couldn't turn to see it but I could FEEL it. Not breath or warmth but just a sense. Not just a presence but an aura.

Something foul. It frightened me.

"Feed me." It whispered, flickering out of existence.