When I returned, I heard that my company has been taken by another different CEO this time. Apparently, the transfer was quite immediate too. But I didn't really complain. Considering my time of disappearance, it seems fair.

The trio alliance I created was also broken pretty easily. The three heirs didn't last long with their conflicting ideas and suggestions. The desire of greed manipulated them and the news about me made it worse.

Having none to guide them and myself becoming a criminal must have changed them to a different thinking. Something like my style of business must have made me kill thanks to the risks involved. Being the morons they are, they held back their plans that I gave them long before I left and made their own.

Their power has disappeared completely in the business world. Apparently, they have become as low as most companies nowadays.

Not like I can care anymore due to my situation. Rather, I don't think I can even think of helping them at this point when they have gotten that low.

I only live on my own survival after all.

After I arrived, I went into hiding on the places I already knew since I was a kid. That included the hooker's bar that I lived for 1 year. They still accepted me despite the problem I am in, which I am thankful of. It seems like they have already been used to some criminals taking lodging in motels sometime. My help with them then also made themselves think they owe me at least. All they ask is for me not to kill them jokingly and to do the old days. Of course I accepted.

Thus I returned to my old days. I cleaned and helped the troupe on their various troubles in their daily lives. There were even new ones in the group, which they introduced to me. I greeted them lightly like I would to anyone I suppose.

I still cleaned the comfort rooms mostly. My work has been added on one way or another. Cleaning the place itself from innermost to outermost, and helping out the ladies is what probably got added to my load. And by helping out the ladies, I meant sometimes pulling out foams inside their vaginas and helping them clean messes that occur such as blood being spread from wild sex and people being way too violent being taken care of.

I suppose the most screwed up thing I have done is abortion. After knowing my records, the owner decided to have me handle it. I was thought the method to not call a doctor everytime everyone screws up. I was taken aback of course but thinking about what I have done already, I realized that it's just gonna be normal. It's all gonna be normal.

The experience was quite traumatizing despite the path I lived actually. The way it works is that the uterus of the woman opens up a bit and so does the opening to the inside, revealing the under developed child. The thing however is strangely difficult to pull out due to the umbilical cord inside that is stuck to it. And I'm not like the doctors being known for just simply pulling and cutting it out. When I heard about it, the reason mostly for the pain was the pull of the umbilical cord, then the forced push of the thing. I am a man that is different in that mindset. I thought already that maybe the reason why women sometimes die is because of the pain in pregnancy. I always finish things quickly after all. So when I pushed my arm within the four months old uterus, I did a simple and kind thing in my opinion.

The moment I took hold of the thing, I crushed it completely and ripped the umbilical cord from the base using my nails.

The pain was quick for both of them and was thus easier both for the surgeon and the patient. They didn't knew about this of course since I'm the only person always there in the room while at surgery.

Such a cycle of life continued for days, weeks, months.

Before I knew it, my thirst for killing has slowly disappeared and I have lived with them for 8 years.

But of course, everything has an end.

It happened one day.

I was eating my breakfast as usual. My food being mac and cheese. All of them also eating the same thing as me. It was quite a normal and nice day for us. Work is coming and we should just get ready to do what we always do.

Luckily, today I'm not doing surgeries. It's literally in my nightmares so far for years nowadays. Feeling that squishy thing on my head and hearing that slight small squeaking felt like something screaming in my head. I just needed a break.

Today, I'll be having some fun once again. Another girl has fallen to me and wanted to do some "stuff". As the only man in the house, this is quite a beautiful day to me.

But once again, all things must come to an end.

Sirens echoed throughout the compound all of a sudden. People rushing and I can see a faint outline of cars far outside the door.

I jumped immediately and took off the backdoor.

However, just I was about to open it, a hand grabs mine.

"...what are you doing?"

If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

I asked the woman grabbing my arm. I tried pulling it away from her but she kept on grabbing it tightly until it kind of hurt. The other stood up of surprise as to why she did so.

"Let me go, don't make me do it." I told her, intimidating her. She shook for a while but both of her hands grabs my left hand instead. Her expression resolute, like she clearly doesn't want me to leave.

"...tell me, Did you actually did those...?"

She asked me. I immediately instinctively knew what she meant. She must have caught me while I'm throwing it to the outside trash. I hesitated to speak for awhile.

"...yes."

A slap hit my cheek as my head flung to the left. The woman looks at me with contempt and with tears with her eyes.

"Why... why did you do it?"

The other women started to get the situation as made a ruckus at the back. They all however shared a common thought at that current moment.

"Why.... WHY DID YOU DO IT?"

She shouted this time.

"...It was the easiest possible way to do it. That way, a risk won't be done and the pain would be as quick as possible."

I bluntly answered.

"B-but that's still life!"

"Wait, that IS a life? I always thought of it as a thing actually, not human."

Hearing my response, all of then were taken aback, as if they never expected me to answer it.

"So, why don't you let me leave now?"

I pleaded, forcing her hand away this time. But then, another hand grabs my arm and so with a few more arms grabbing my legs until I'm practically unable to move anymore.

"We decided that it's time we give up to the police. You know, getting ourselves some redemption after everything we've done. We can't keep on doing this forever after all. It's a sin to god itself. Don't you think so too kid?"

The old owner said to me as she stepped on my back while I'm currently forced to the ground.

"Y-you... called for them???! You betrayed me?!"

"No boy. We always thought of this to happen. You are way too dangerous. We knew it. You killed 147 people while in Japan. Without a single remorse. That is more than enough to show you what you are, monster."

I stayed silent. I never wanted to do it. I really never wanted to.

But.

This time, my life is on the line.

"You want to see a monster? Fine, I'll show you all a monster."

I took out my knife and gun behind my pants.

"...huh? That was weird... a-awww, My head friggin Hurts!... Okay, this is reality this time I guess."

I groaned while leaning on the steel wall.

I'm currently in a warehouse in this massive ass compound filled with giant containers. The police are somewhat searching for me no matter where I go. Even when I hide and take a breather, they all really don't take the time to have a break at all. To my surprise, they instead switched their units into another to continue the search.

I don't even freaking know how they can tell where the unit is! For all I know, I'm just in this metal maze that barely anyone can possibly map out.

I guess radars are possible ways to do it... I didn't expect them to put this much effort for just one man. This country really is one the best in their lawful acts despite the corruption. Much better than Japan in fact.

Lucky for me, I noticed the problem since earlier. That no matter how wide the gap is, they can still catch up to me. Based on their way of tracking me too, the entire area must have been surrounded already.

Truly one of the best cops in the world.

With the knowledge that I will keep on just getting one-upped no matter what I do, I entered this black and quite simple abandoned warehouse in the middle of this cluster-fuck of a maze. I scheduled my body to take a rest just for an hour and yet before I knew it, I fell asleep.

I checked my watch on my left hand. 3:57 pm.

Wait, then it was already 2 hours?

Then Damn. They must have known that I've been hiding here already.

But why aren't I caught?

The answer was exactly before my eyes.

Earlier, there was a simple and shabby six-wheeler truck in the center of this building. That truck, is now like a massive vacuum made to life. It's sucking in these green, transparent light to the inside. To the point Iin fact that the light itself is being sucked like a drain in a kitchen.

It's almost like seeing a tornado due to the sheer power and speed of it.

Yet, one thing's amazing. I don't feel it. I can only see it yet I don't feel the pressure. The... thing is sucking those light like no tomorrow yet it feels like I'm only seeing It through a screen.

If someone asks me what I'm actually feeling, it's simple.

I'm beige pushed. Rather, flattened to the wall. Some Kind of invisible force is forcing my entire body to levitate and get slammed to the wall, stuck on it. I can't even say if it's wind. The force feels solid yet at the same time gas. I cannot touch the force but I can feel it pressing on me.

Fortunately, according to the shouts outside, I'm not the only victim.

So, I can see what's happening now. The police has pinpointed my location and has thus surrounded the warehouse. Luckily, thanks to this light show, they aren't able to enter this building at all right now.

I don't even know why the hell this is happening but I have thanks to the situation.

I should take advantage of the situation and escape while I still can.

I move my left hand and tried to press my body up to move to the left. Barely, it does. I use my left foot, then my right hand. And then my right foot.

Now, my entire body is moving. If one's gonna ask how I look, they'll most likely say, just like a spider. And I can't deny that.

The force is still pushing my body like some kind of huge anvil, but I'm doing alright. Centimeter by centimeter, I move. My destination, the backdoor of the warehouse.

I may be surrounded but they shouldn't actually call the army on me. I might be able to barely move outta this place. Besides, this is giving me the creeps. I never liked fake ass shit anyway so I would rather escape if possible.

But just when I get near around a feet to the door, the force stops.

I fall to the ground head first. I turn and widen my eyes.

The truck is glowing. Glowing and swelling red to be exact. It looked like something is gonna blow.

I hurry myself up and tried to run as fast as possible to the near exit.

Just when the most horrible noise filled my ears.

I fell once again. My hands covering my ears as I close my teary eyes. A scream so horrible and terrifying is filling my head. I remember every victim I've had in my lifetime. My memories falling into me from when I was born until now.

Then, I slowly but surely lose the sensation of my body. From the tip of my toe, to the knee, to my chest, into my head.

I felt numb everywhere. I tried opening my eyes. And I was astounded.

I don't see anything. I don't see anything but red.

I was dissolved. Literally dissolved. Every cell of mine is disappearing. What could possibly what I'm seeing is the only possible remaining sight my eyesight can send to the barely active brain of mine.

My view switched to behind me. A blurry silhouette taking something from where the truck was before and falling to some colorful hole underneath him.

Then the pain hits