One-shots

Shut up

Writing Prompt;

"Sometime I wonder why I haven't killed you yet. Then I remember you're immortal."

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When you walked into the house during the day it was like any regular house. It had nice furniture, it was nice coloured and had a comfortable tone to it. But just like with any horror movie or story everything happened at night. And this house had secrets. When the dark of the night fell over the magnificent house it turned horrifying. To add more to this it was a special night down in the dungeons of the house. The master of the house didn't usually pay his prisoners a visit unless it was friday night, like tonight, for then it was torture night. It was the master's favourite night of the whole week. He walked down the long stairs leading down to the dungeons. The prisoners knew what would come when they heard the tapping of his shoes. But they also knew they were safe from torture for next couple of weeks, the master had found a new toy to play with instead of just mindless torture on the others. The "toy", so to say was an immortal man who had graced the surface of the earth for thousands and thousands of years and was now in capture of the master. The master was also a very old man but not as old and as the immortal and he didn't exactly look that old. He was a scientist looking for eternal life and so far he only knew how to slow it down. The master looked to be 70 something, he had silver hair, onyx eyes and always dressed up in nice tailored suits. He thought he could get the secret to eternal life from the immortal who looked to be around 20-25. He had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and wore torn out clothing. As the master took the first step in the dungeon there came a chill and it became colder, if that was possible, everyone stopped talking and just watched as he made his way to the immortal. "Hello, my dear." He said in a dark voice. The immortal huffed in response. "Not much for talking today, eh?" The master said as he walked towards one of the walls with many torture devices on. He took a hold of a small knife and turned back to the prisoner. "Well, that won't matter anyways." He laughed walking over to the immortal man again. Slowly dragging the knife over his exposed chest, lightly cutting into the skin. The blue eyed man took a deep breath. The immortal's blood dripping onto the knife. The master licked the droplets of the knife, humming in approval. "Hmm.. maybe if I took your blood and added it to the poison I already take to become an immortal. Maybe it will work better? Don't you think?" The man glared at him. "Or you'll just have to accept that you won't become a mortal and you will die soon enough." The blonde man snapped back at him. A bitter laugh escaped the master's mouth as he continued to cut the knife on his skin.

After hours of torture the old man finally was satisfied for the night and went back to his own room.

A week later he came back to his dungeons, ready for a new torture session but something was different about him. He seemed tired, his sunken eyes and grey hair even more obvious than before. He didn't say anything as he walked straight to the wall with tools. He picked out a bit bigger knife that was a bit rusty and started walking towards one of the prisoners, not the immortal though. They all watched in horror as he started carving in the flesh of the imprisoned soul. "Hey! Old man. I feel betrayed, you're supposed to be torturing me." The younger man tried in a weak attempt in saving his equal but the master ignored him. "Hey. Come on, you're technically cheating on me right now." The silver haired man turned around with a gruff. "Can you never shut up?" He said in a poisonous voice as he staggered tiredly to the immortal. He came in close to his face with the knife help right under his throat. "Sometimes I wonder why I haven't killed you yet.." H slit the other man's throat and watched the blood spurt out. "Then I remember you're immortal." He sighed deeply and walked out of the room.   

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A/N

Sorry this took longer to write. I didn't know where to go with it but I finally finished it. Hope you liked it.

Au revoir little biscuites!