BrightWin Collection

Nocturnes 1

Warning : Disturbing

In a small house just outside of Pai, Thailand, there was a man tied to his living room chair. He had been stripped naked with his legs secured apart wide. It was all the better for Bright to relieve him of his testicles to replace his eyes with them.

Bright worked in silence. Unlike others of his kind, he worked efficiently and noiselessly without the narcissistic penchant to chat up his victim. There wasn't anything Bright wanted to talk to this man about anyway, his brand of madness one that Bright only had a deep seat disgust for. No cut of meat would be taken from him. One did not eat rancid meat.

It was from this silence that Bright was able to pinpoint the exact moment when the two of them were no longer alone. Bright paused in his work, still having one more testicle to go, turning to study the shadows that gathered on the other side of the poorly lit room. His victim lived alone and had done so his entire life, the universe merciful in some small ways, not many but a few. There was company there in that darkness, a presence that watched them both with interest and intent.

"May I help you?" Bright politely asked the shade.

"Perhaps you can enlighten me as to why you feel the need to torture and I presume, end Mr. Third?" the darkness said, sounding more curious than condemning, a touch miffed but yet slightly amused in tone. The obscurity spoke in a low voice of a man who had been cut in line but was willing to be diplomatic about it.

"Besides the fact he is molester, rapist, and more recently, murderer of small children?" Bright mused, tapping his scalpel against his blood covered gloved hand. The topic of conversation was very much awake, Bright had made sure of that when he started, and was trying to seek help from this new person of interest. He was beginning to make Bright regret not gagging him. Begging was only worth listening to for so long, the noise becoming tiring and repetitive after a while. A small, non lethal cut to Mr. Third's vocal chords alleviated that particular issue. "He also does not feel the need to apologize when he runs into strangers and makes them drop their shopping."

"You're killing him because he was rude?" the voice was definitely amused now. Bright was beginning to regret the use of low light on his part and his flair for the dramatic. It deepened the shadows, making them more opaque. There was enough illumination though for him to notice the glints of metal as the other killer shifted. He was obviously armed and had come here for a reason.

"May I ask what business you had with him? Though I wager I can make a reasonable guess." Bright asked as he turned his back to Mr. Third. The bound man was of no consequence, not while there was a true threat moving in the dark behind him. It was a truly unique experience for Bright not to be the deadliest predator in the room.

"You mean besides the fact he is molester, rapist, and more recently, murderer of small children?" the shadow man snorted. His eyes adjusting more the longer he stared into the dark, Bright could make out the dull outline of a man only a touch smaller than himself, but built more compact. He made little to no sound when he did move and the scents coming off of him was an earthen mixture of canines, motor oil, and cheap cologne, the type of which that came in a white bottle with a ship upon it. "Carry on."

Bright fought back the urge to smile as he was pleasantly surprised, the other killer making no move to hinder or threaten him, seemingly more content to stay out of the light and watch Bright work. "I have every intention to." he said slowly, Mr. Third's desperate attempts at communication coming out as wet clicking. It amazed Bright that this pitiful waste of skin for a human being was still trying to ask for help.

"Well, don't let me stop you. I think in his final moments, Mr. Third should fully experience the realization that not one but two psychopaths came for him tonight. It might put Hell into better perspective for him." the shadow man shrugged, Bright hearing the movement of his clothing, multiple layers of it from the sounds of shifting cotton. "Are you planning on keeping him alive to the end?"