"Before I kill you,would you mind... answering my question?", the man in black,tightened his latex gloves; looked at his victim for a minute and then brought about something from his coat pocket. A white piece of paper with an ink blot pattern on it,"Tell me,what do you see?".
The press had named him the Ink Blot killer,but the man in black had never cared for names,he had always cared about his victims though,watching and learning their every move;day in and day out right up till he killed them. The bed-lamp was shattered in places but was illuminating enough for the man in black to see his disoriented victim trying to come to his senses,trying hard to answer the riddle of this madman before he could torture him more;death was imminent and the victim was waiting for it,the circus of pain was grueling,he wanted the last act to end.
"Looks....looks like a..butterfly..,"the victim whimpered,"..or a moth maybe...I don't know..",the oozing blood tricked down his chin,his skin was turning crimson by the minute,in a few it would turn pale.
"A butterfly...interesting..",the madman sat back,lost in thought and then he smiled,"funny though the last six people I killed all told the same thing...funny but interesting."
The victim had no clue of what was going to happen next,his body and mind was giving up on him,when out of nowhere the madman plunged his knife into the victim's right knee,and the undeniable horror of the moment sank back in,though there was a will to shout,the strength to make an effort had left long back.
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The madman came close,sniffed him and said,"Ah..fear still persists,but hope..I see no traces of it..just like your butterfly...wandering around..wandering around..",his voice grew rigid,"...lost in this edifice,entangled in this web of chaos..sponsored buy religion,power,politics..this filth..sponsored by people like you...creating so many butterflies..dreams..that then get lost in time..."he breathed hard,touched the victims forehead,maneuvered the knife on it and continued,"..butterflies...O!...they are dead..all of them..their wings withered down in hatred..",
The knife was right at the center of the victim's forehead now,"...this structure of lies that you have built,these so called rules and laws...are all blind to suffering..they do not see these butterflies...alive..they see them dead..just like me,the blind eyes of this edifice..they see them dead." The victim gulped and in a flash,the knife came screaming down with force and wrath combined,penetrating the skin,the skull and hitting dead on to the target;and as death was creeping in fast,the victim's brain registered its final information of blood slowly splattering onto the madman's face forming a pattern of a butterfly and the voice echoing,"look what your beliefs have created...look closely."