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22 Vienice Aramon

Warning: Graphic scene ahead

_Vienice Aramon_

    He was going to be punished for this, he thought. They were never going to let him go now- not after this. Not after he had killed more people- he was going to be tortured forever. None of it was going to end.

    He felt a panic swirl in his gut at these thoughts. He wanted to throw up- but not because he had... ingested them. Oddly enough it was the dread and panic that had his stomach churning. In his head, he knew what he had done was sick. He knew you were not to... eat... people. The biting was okay for self defence, but he had gone beyond that. A beast with a hunger had arose out of him and it had taken control.

    He wondered if this is what happened back in Vangerbore. So why could he remember now? He wanted to forget again. He wanted the memory to leave him- wanted to forget the things he had done to those men. They deserved to die for being sick people but they had not deserved to be eaten by a monster.

    That is what he was. A monster. He was sick and deranged for what he had done. He believed the words thrown at him his entire life now. He was an abomination. He was of the devil. Perhaps he was the devil himself incarnate. None of this made sense without that face.

    None of this seemed real.

He had killed those men in such a horrid way... and after he had... fed... he had found that his wounds were partially healed. He could walk, though still with pain, and his fingers were more movable now, and slightly healed. However, his most shocking realization was the clarity that had followed the deaths of these men. His head no longer throbbed and blinded his vision, he could breath without pain, and speaking was much easier- though his voice was still quiet. He was not sure that was a physical thing however. Perhaps it was of the mind.

    The robe man had seemed pleased with what Vienice had done to these men. He had appeared dazzled by the show. Vienice had figured the man had never actually left when the guards told him to. Had the man been connected somehow to his outburst? It didn't seem likely. This was probably what had happened back in Vangerbore and the robed man had not been there before.

He thought back to what the man had said before. He had mentioned taking Vienice after he was to be burned- but now the boy wasn't so sure he would ever see that fate. Surely they would keep him here forever now that he proved that he was a monster. The robed man was the only one who saw what had happened though... would he tell?

    Vienice sat back onto his bum and stared at the bodies before him, staining the dirty floor with their blood. It smelled like death in here, but Vienice could not find it in him to be disgusted by any of it. He looked down at his bloody and beaten hands, frowning to himself. Not all of the blood on his hands was his anymore. His hand moved closer to his lips, coming to rest aching fingers there.

    He knew it was wrong but he felt compelled to open his mouth and taste it. It was when he felt this way that he realized he was shaking. His eyes shifted to the door as it opened slowly and the robed man stepped into the room, scanning the scene before himself until his eyes came to rest on Vienice.

    "Have I interrupted?" He asked in a casual manner, as if there were not three brutally murdered men littering the room.

    Vienice's hand fell from his lips and he shook his head slowly, unsure of what words to say.

    The man's eyes scanned the room once more before it seemed as though they were lighting up. "This is," He paused looking for the word. "Quite brilliant," He finished with a satisfied smile.

    "Brilliant?" Vienice repeated in a quiet voice.     "Why? What would you call it? Slaughter?"

Vienice gave the man an odd look. "Yes..."