LYSSOPHOBIA

7 - Multiple Murderer

My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly, slowly swallow me whole.

I held so much darkness in me that even closing my eyes doesn't make any difference at all. I stop thinking to hear the voices clearly, their cries, grieves, the last words between life and death and I hate to admit but I like it even more when they beg. Some days I wonder what it would be like without the voices but some days even the silence haunts me too. And I stop wondering.

"He's known by the name Ogre. He was exclusively popular for using a chainsaw in executing police officers and robbing banks."

I don't bother taking someone's life if it meant for the sanitation of the society. People like these are rats and it sick me living in the same ground with them. 

I'm not totally useless. I can be used as bad example. I'm the one every parents have warned of. I kill, I shackle people away from impurities and happiness. I'm good at doing ugly things and life have become my playground.

"Colin will come with you."

"I have no reason to be accompanied."

"Ogre is a Multiple Murderer."

"So do I." I don't hesitate to admit that I'm also a Multiple Murderer. The authority print posters, cases, news reports about me. Pragmatic accounts and unrequited depictions about me I didn't even know how to put up myself. I would't blame them, I've seen worse.

"Alright." He sigh. "The payment--"

"I don't need it." I've earned enough to sustain utilities and personal needs.

Ras Powley is the oldest in Cast Dispatcher and is taking the responsibility to lead the group, but I never intend in joining them. I don't know. I guess I like to think being socially unstable has an advantageous.

By midnight, I was steady on the perfect spot waiting for this Ogre to show up. Ras gave me details about him just enough for me to learn his background. 783 seconds before my enemy appeared.

Truth it is, he was holding a chainsaw and a light stick of cigarette intertwine on one hand. He is oblivious to his surrounding and he looked like he just came from an after party to a nice steamy bar. He's tipsy.

I pull out my sword and at speed for a run. My mind is empty, all I could ponder is unleashing blood from his neck. His cruel small eyes met mine as he stance in one quick move.

"It's not very nice to attack without my permission." He sneered on his cigarette. He lumbered forward and aim his chainsaw at me.

I compensate, drawing upon my reserve agility, I kick him on the side. His nostrils inflated like air bags but I waste no time to plant the tip of the Katana and pluck one eyeball. Surely, blood welcomes me with refreshing scent.

"For a little girl like you, you dare to do this to me? Have you not realize who you're dealing with?"

He screamed and manage to swing his chainsaw but it was a foul move. He fails to control his posture.

I raised my boot at once on his face as I prepare the creak bones on my right arm to swivel. My sword touch the flesh on his neck as I cut deeper, shoving another layer.

For a Multiple Murderer, he's quite easy to slay.