A Dime A Dozen

Same (1-1)

"Same, same, same." The man spoke as his boots smacked the ground with intensity. He was getting frustrated, so much, that he wanted to do his victims to know. But no he couldn't, he had to be smarter than that. Couldn't go around showing people his face. He smacked his head continuously with his palm. "Same! Same! Same!" He began pacing around the dark, barely lit room. "SAME! SAME! SAME!" He began to shout. His three victims sat before him. Two men and one woman.

One man, with dark black hair, crystal blue eyes, wearing a tux. The other, with dark black hair, ocean colored blue eyes, wearing your normal sweat clothes. The woman had faint black hair, with deep sapphire eyes, wearing a night dress.

He was frustrated to no end by this. They all looked the same, wore the same, and talked the same. SAME, SAME, SAME!!

Man number two, sat quiet, determined not to show fear. Man number one however was scared, clearly. And the woman wept and cried, looking to find a way out. Noise! That was a mistake. She jumped up, running towards the door, hitting her shoulder against it, for her hands were tied. But this caught our man's attention, which was short. He struggled, but grabbed a bat, inching behind her as she struggled. "SAME!" He screamed, repeatedly smashing the bat against her skull, shattering it. Man number one shook in his place, while Two looked away, huffing. Noise. Our man walked back, feeling for Two. "Same." He spoke, smashing Two's skull next. Blood gushed all over One and he feared his life now, more than ever. "Please! Please don't!" One cried. Noise? Man dropped his bat. He tilted his head now. What?! Man knelt down to One's voice level. "Same?" Man spoke grabbing One by the chin. "What?...same?" One tensed up. Man's grip got tighter. "Same?!" One shook like a feather. "No! I'm not same!" One realized now, 'same' was said when he killed. Obviously he wouldn't agree to be same right?

Man removed his glove. Gently placing it on One's cheek. Man went silent, thinking. He removed his cloth from his face, and looked One in what was believed his eye. So Man untied him. "W...it....h...er." He walked off into another room. One looked around. I gotta get the hell out of here! One thought to himself looking for an escape. His back snooping for a key to the door that was looked on the other side. Finding it, he ran. Noise! But Man came back, displeased. "SAME! SAME! SAME!" He ran beating One to death with his bare hands, letting whatever that was in it, drop to the center.

Man walked to the corner sitting in a old rocking chair, grabbing at a picture of a woman, with black hair, blue eyes, wearing black in white. "Same...." He whispered, then slowly getting up. One's body knocked over a vase, shattering it. NOISE!! Man threw the framed picture against a wall, shattering even that. Man began to crawl, grabbed a silver diamond object from the center, placing it in a wine colored box that he removed from his right pocket. "A....D..i..me  a....d..ozen ." He spoke unclearly, popping some Puritan's Pride Lutein into his mouth.