PROLOUGE

“Hey, let me tell you a story”

I said as I drag a chair in front of a man, chained to a pole with his eyes looking at me as if it could kill, and sat on it just two feet away from him, with me and the chair’s back facing him. I then took a little white ‘clean’ book out of my jacket’s inside pocket.

“And I’m sure you’ll like it” And simply opened the small little book. Then again there’s actually nothing written in it. Same goes for the rest of the pages of this little clean book.

“There was Once a Man ever so happy.”

“His parents loved him, his brothers loved him, his sisters loved him and same goes for the rest of his family.”

“Which can only be said as ‘Cherished’”

“After he got older. He got himself a, pretty, loving wife, children he cherishes as much as he was and a wonderfully good job.”

“Then he died.” I said as I closed the book with force that created a *SLAP* sound and simply smiled at the glaring man before me.

“But... In truth, it wasn’t he who died.” I continued as I toss the book to the side.

As the book fell the sound of something splashing echoed almost unrealistically inside the room. After the splash the book then slowly got soaked in red. With that the white book that used to be clean became unclean as some of its edges turn to red.

“First, it was his family.” I said as I stood from my seat and stretched my left arm, to point to the left. There, disembowelled body parts of people can be seen scattered all over. These body parts belong to his once loving family who cherished him since he was little.

“Second, it was his beloved and his children.” I continued as I raise my other arm pointing to the right. There, chains, smoke and remains of what used to be people can be seen with the fresh smell of smoking hot bodies filling the air. And like what was said, those were what was left of his own family. Was violated, tortured, somewhat disembowelled and was burned in the end.

“Then, it was people who you talked to or just met by chance.” I said as I turned around with my arms still stretched. There lays tons of body parts and stuff. The bodies also seem to range from different varieties: Young to Old, Black to white and the normal stuff of variation of people. Truth be told, I don’t know what they did to these bunch. Seems like they pretty much did whatever they wanted and just went wild...

Oh and by ‘They’ I mean the four people with me who did this. Right now they’re surrounding the man in chains.

But as I turned, the four who was supposedly surrounding him was down on the ground, probably dead with the blood and all, and the chained man standing in the middle of the bodies. Judging from the blood in the man’s broken arms, which I can see some tissues and bones, I presume he did an interesting struggle out of the chains and same goes with the four since he seems to be breathing quite heavily. Simply saying he has blood on his arms, which is both his and the four mixed, also seems like he bit one of them too seeing he also has blood dripping from his mouth.

Well, not like that matters anyways.

With my eyes on him and his on mine we stared at each other and silence ruled the room.

“And finally, the humanity the man had.” I said breaking the silence with my smile still on and my arms wide open as if giving a hug.

As if those words were the signal he lunged at me filled with bloodlust, anger and whatever emotion he didn’t felt when he was happy.

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‘With this it’s Mission Complete’ I whispered as I bring my hands together that was fast enough to make a loud *Clap* sound.

After my clap, the man who’s only has his face inches away from me stopped in mid air with his bony arms near my chest. And simply was disarmed along with his legs. Of course I stepped sideways with my arms already down as this happened. Even if he is disarmed this wouldn’t change the direction of his ‘Flight’ or something of the like.

With that he fell to the cold bloody ground limbless. Not like it mattered anyway as he start to try biting me with whatever he was left with.

(Seems like he didn’t even felt the pain... Along with the blood he’s losing) I thought in pity as I lean my back to look at him.

“At least, at that time, it wasn’t his.” I said as I raise my hand near his face in which he tries to bite so hard but never succeeded in doing so.

“But then and now are two different things” I continued and snap my fingers.

But with that simple snap. *Plop* goes his head and *Splash* as it hits the ground.

“Haa... Another job well done.” I said to myself as I remove this stupid smile on my face, straightened my back and slowly looked around the carnage the four made including the one I made.

(Well... could’ve been worse) I whispered as I start to face the exit. But before I even leave, a little voice catched my ear.

“Nguu~.”

The voice was faint but I can hear it coming from the burnt area, the loved family side, and out of curiosity walked towards the little voice. But then I stopped in the middle of the burnt, sculpture-like, corpses due to not finding the source of that little voice. I tried looking a little and found a weird circle made from 2 corpses. With their bodies huddled together it, more or less, only seems like they’re simply just hugging from fright or something. I mostly doubt the possibility for that sound to be from these corpses but was convinced once I heard that sound again in the middle of the corpses.

“Ngm~.”

And without further ado I removed the corpses from one another only to find a baby in its center. Curious on how this thing survived, I thoroughly remove the hugging corpses and figure out how a baby survived all that.

before removing the corpses completely, which is, more or less, just an ash sculpture, it was suddenly sucked into a hole, I just saw, circled around the baby. Which is miraculous so to say, as I studied every nook and cranny of this place, but I somewhat get that general Idea on how this happened.

‘They may just be like me...’ I whispered as I stare at the holes that sucked the two hugging figures in then back to the baby.

What to do. I wondered as I stare at the baby whose eyes that were closed when I saw it, opened as the wind sucked the ashes of the ones that protected it. And with that me and this baby is staring at each other.

I’m not a heartless killer like some you know, only sometimes, but I am completely bored and I do not know if this thing has any connection to ‘Him’. Though this, more or less, seem a bit obvious, but the files never said anything about them having another child or that beloved of his being pregnant or anything...

So literally... What to do...