Dislocated

Chapter 1 - Master

"It's desire, the desire to kill that fills you".
Better than any Sex you could ever experience, it's the feeling of warm blood splattering all over your body and seeing how your victim screams in agony.
It's pleasure beyond human believe, that's what my master told me.

It's been 10 years since I killed him with my very own hands, I'm sure he would be proud to hear I follow his philosophy so precisely.
Secretly I wish for Sex all the time even though my master told me I wouldn't need to taint my body with sexual desire.
It's a sin that's going to corrupt my mind and love is the worst drug of them all.
Despite hearing his echo so clear in my head, sometimes it becomes hard to shake of those feelings.
Drowning in blood, my mind shifted to another place, a better place I will once reach when I'm experienced enough to train my own apprentice.

My master found me as I was barely able to hold a knife and feel something like a desperate intent to stay alive at all costs.
It was in the mountains when the seasons changed and it become cold, he saw the potential in me and tried to kill me.
Soaked in a puddle of my own blood, he took me in and treated my wounds so that I became incepted to him.
I had no one other than him so I completely depended on my master and sooner or later he started teaching me about his philosophy.
The only god I need to vow to is dead itself and a man who doesn't fear dead can never cope with murder.
His training was to sensitize me in  feeling intense angst and achieving a sense of perform a raw cut.
He would let me kill once in a while and I became numb to the feeling of guilt.
The first murder I performed though, it's such a vivid memory even to this day.
It was a middle aged man walking through the streets, he was drunk and spouting nonsense.
My master didn't knew that I recognized this man, he would often visit the bar I frequent at, children like me were allowed to drink in this village isolated by walls of rocks.
This was my first mistake, to never kill anyone you know since it will become an unnecessary burden to bear later on.
Visiting the bar & seeing the streets I grew up on filling with blood was an unbelievable thought and it got me excited and scared at the same time.
I stared down on his lifeless body and my head started rattling, my second mistake.
Don't think too much into it, just feel the heat of the moment or your mind will become overwhelmed and you'll be unable to move on.
And lastly my third mistake, I felt the urge to scream, partly of joy and partly of extreme grief.
I was unable to move & my knees were shaking.
It's useless to scream and become as feared as to neglect the feeling of surviving.
We fled and afterwards he cut my legs so I wouldn't run away from my responsibility, during that time I was able to escape the trap set by my inner demons.
My master taught me well though with strong force, he cleaned my dirty soul from this world.
In return I cleaned his body from this world, it was my last gift and the only one I needed to grant him, so he told me.
He never believed in material goods so we never exchanged gifts or anything else not needed to survive.
I truly loved my master.