“Boredom is a terrible thing, one that gets thousands killed a year…well I can’t back that up, but it is the reason you are going die right now. Though don’t think it is the only reason you’re going to die tonight, as there was an element of luck as well. Not to mention you had the appearance of one that should die…and by that I mean you look like someone who I would dislike.”

Rambling on the man shook with delight as he stood basking in the afterglow of carnage. Below him lay a faintly breathing girl, around the age of twelve, with lacerations covering her gaunt broken body. Her thin brown hair seeming to disappear as it spread across the golden brown wood flooring that lay in every room of this mysterious house.

The pair was in an unknown house, one that the man thought would make for an interesting place to commit a murder and the girl…well she had no part in the selection or fact that she was with the man at all. She met the man while walking home from the supermarket one evening, before she was knocked out and awoke in a trunk before being taken into this building. After which she was beaten to her current state as the man talked to her in a kind tone.

“Now-now I never got your name…but then again I never told you the story about how I killed and raped your parent did I? Well these events slip my mind sometimes you see, but I was out and about when I saw it. A fresh sack of meat walking about, so I went up to it and stabbed it until it died. Oh-yeah and I mean sexually as well. That was some good times~”

The man had a way with expressing emotion with his face, and if his face was a guide to his heart then he truly would have a gentle and carefree heart. But even with a soft smile across his face this man looked to be nothing more than a monster, as his blood soaked hands glided through the air dribbling blood around the room. The man’s hands were truly bloody, as precious red life force poured through the peeled flesh that barely covered them.

“Though I have say you really are skinny, my hands hurt from hitting your bones. Well I guess you learned from the porcupine and adapted the policy of extreme defense. Haha~ but sadly for you I am willing to kill myself to destroy my enemies. So your defense does nothing for you, for I will not be deterred by mere pain…in fact I will pursue you with more vigor then ever!”

The man adapted a pseudo-boxing stance as he tucked his chin in behind his swollen bloody fist and gave a light hop before plunging them into the girl’s bosom as he took a knee. He continued his barrage of strikes as he attempted to break her rib cage, which already lay partially destroyed under his previous barrages. The girl’s internal organs lay in disaster from the repeated beatings and broken ribs, but the man’s soul lay in an even worse shape as it was plagued with boredom for far too long.

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Wild breathes resonated between the pair as one beat the other in a ploy for entertainment, but no enjoyment could be found in the exchange. Only more boredom lay after the carnage, and even when the girl lay broken for good, he still punched. Even when his fingers began to part from his hand, he punched and his smile never ceased. The man only stopped after his arms could no longer be lifted, but that only stopped him for but a few moments before his head took his fist place.

“Slamming one’s head against another’s broken bones is an interesting feeling, one that is hard to explain in words. Truly there must not be such a dizzy inducing action in the world.”

The man’s forehead split and his vision grew dim from dizziness and blood, but even still the man’s boredom never ended. It only grows worse and behind this feeling lay one thought.

Death.

“The act of taking one’s life was often considered scary, for beings naturally feared death in order to better survive. But why must a being survive? In order to reproduce says some, but why must a being reproduce? Why should one care about one’s species? Why would one have loyalty to their species? How about the idea that one must survive in order to live out their part in the game of life, but how can one know their part if there is one and why should I attempt to act it out? Also if we have a part or role in life, then surely fate must exist as if not then is it really a role in life we should worry about? And if fate exist then all actions are pre-determined and therefore all actions are accepted for they were meant to happen anyway, meaning there is no reason to not do anything but everything we don’t do or do was meant to happen anyway so it doesn’t matter. Overall I simply can’t see a reason not to kill myself.”

The man stopped mumbling and heading the corpse of the young girl in order to examine her body.

“You truly are dead aren’t you? A shame I would have loved to chat with you for much longer, but fear not I will accept your rude departure as mere reasoning for why you had to be killed. Anyway as I was saying I can’t see a reason to not kill myself, as I have no reason to not kill myself. Which as we know is the meaning of life, which there is none except entertainment but I can’t seem to find it.”

The man rose to his feet as a shudder ran through his body from the intense pounding he just gave that girl.

“Man~ I am exhausted after that session my lucky goose, damn I wish I got fisted and head like you just did. Hmmm, maybe not the fisting though, after all I would prefer to not be penetrated.”

Blood poured endlessly from his destroyed body as he wobbled aimlessly across the barren room only to collapse onto the wooden floor and daze off into a long sleep.