Albino Child

Twenty

"S can be rather manipulative and their motivation is mainly to be the best, gain material wealth and to know everything- they will do anything to gain the upper hand and similar to A, gathers dirt on people to convince others to do their bidding;" my face broke into a lean smile as I grimaced about the fact including myself but carried on reciting, "S does not mind resorting to force thus, unlike A, will do things individualistically to prevent snitching or betrayal- A tends to prefer to create strong alliances that he utilised without the pawns realising the full on effect of their actions; both however, are rather cold and emotionless, will use the most efficient methods ignoring any morals to achieve maximum effectiveness. The calculated route will the one to prevail after all, both are not prepared to sacrifice themselves or put themselves in danger, preferring to manipulate from the background like a puppet-master; this does mean that they will use decoys, this brings us onto one of S's many skills: S has the ability to create extremely precise wax creations- the models are very real-appearing: eyes are glassy and clouded just like real eyeballs, the irises are painted with fine brushes- colours resonating with the iridology charts that dapple the sanitized-white walls- there are rims of deep colour echoing the acne on a models, the clothes are often real and are hand-sewn for elaborate couture- S created this child princess once and the dress is actually lined with vintage Chantilly lace, there are real aubergine sea-water pearls embedded into the jewellery and the lips are rouged with one-week-old blood of a hare. With that type of intricate attention to detail, you can easily tell that S will not skimp out on quality. Oh, also remember that that S is skilled with their blunt knife, they know much about human anatomy and will not hesitate to threaten with painful torture and sadistic death, the extensive knowledge about the human body does allow for ease in murder, the knowledge aids them in their silencing- often of the trapped birds they lure with their charm. S enjoys using their attractive qualities to draw and tempt them to their home, indulging in deep desires through the night: often going through the 'Rope' procedure which involves drawing them into a haunted romantic setting in the deep nature of the close-by forested area, proceeding to take the ties of person and laughing as they dirty the soul with crimson lust of the poor birds, drawing grazes all-over the limp body as the sedated figure is broken under the gory finger of S. Not letting their victim to leave without being left with a remembrance action, one should always beware- always keep an eye on the knife unless you want it to become your oesophagus."

"So, S is a dangerous opposition that one should be wary of," I began as I smirked- they seen like the type I could use as a useful asset, perhaps they would join me in the strategy, "But, do they listen to reason?"

Frowning, I began to scan the documents, there were many cut-outs of magazines, newspapers and polaroids that collaged multiple pages- they all seemed to be about mass murder, torture cults and sadistic events that portrayed S as being a ruthless killer, I am not surprised though, as far as I knew, N had painted S as a figure of immense hatred, one without morals and a person who was borderline insane; however, considering that there were no accounts of the police, detectives or the government being able to capture this criminal, not surprising though, society would never be able to capture such an atrocious wolf, especially one with a carefully crafted sheep cover, S was one of us, of course they would be able to hide and stay alive. Writing resumed after the photo-montage, the handwriting was slanted and the ink was not the former crimson, it had changed to reveal a deep purple, it was rich and dark- resembling blackberry juice- the cursive was neat and almost too perfect; the paragraph to this next part was labelled 'Type 2: Manipulative', I was well aware of the subcategories of psychopathy, so far S had expressed characteristics of type one, the classic and overall high-scoring psycho so to have the second aspect used as the label to this part was somewhat intriguing.

"S is ruthless, offer information for the right price and the deal is sealed but beware, S is never hesitant to cut off fellow crew-members nor wary of backstabbing you if you slip up- there is no morals or ethics within their core, they are a shell of any form of central principles, everything is based off whims, emotions or calculated plans which form a strategy that is a void of ruling standards- S will be the one to try and trip you up so they can take control, S is power-hungry. S is a dominating character that at first seems to merely be an egotistical pretentious brat with a cold, calculating yet empty expression but, once again, watch out because you may be there to strike a deal but may end up succumbing to S's charm," I drawled out in frantic analytical scanning, "Outward beauty yet sadistic intentions, fascinating... Highly fascinating. 'S will never be honest, they will seem so till the point it is believable what they are sane and completely normal but inwardly they are the most twisted of us all, they will never hesitate to joke around with killing others; they smile a lot and giggle, seeming like an ordinary being however, that is far from correct, unlike most of us, S can easily cover up their issues, they will never tell anyone that they have situations or problems that would shatter most. S becomes bored and despises most people, especially P- it even got to the point S created her into a subject of a creative moment:

'I'm so tired,

Of the people hard-wired,

Who complain about their lives,

Repeating many times,

It's the same old story,

And it ain't even gory,

Then they tell me 'bout the harm,

'Bout the writing on their arm.

Drinking misery away,

As all the people say:

Oh you freaky child,

You're kinda cray-cray,

Oh and your face,

I'd hide it in shame,

Oh I'm not giving you hate,

I'm just opening a new gate,

For the truth to escalate,

I'm just prepping you,

For the main act,

Which involves your digestive tract.'

S complained that the poetry was not of their standard and threw this in the bin so perhaps it did not capture the true opinion of P?" I recited, the poetry was less than bad- the rhyming was skilful but the actual content and standard was pathetic and I sneered at the worthless attempt.

"However, I am sure I have exactly what is necessary in my home, I am sure that 'it' would suffice."

I grinned in satisfaction, my lips turning pale at the amount they were stretched, the slit folding back to reveal sharp needle-type sharp canines.