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I carved into my brother's flesh, his eyes staring up at me in terror. At least he couldn’t feel anything at the moment. Oh, how I couldn’t wait for the anesthetic to wear off. To hear his screams of agony as the pain finally took over. I smiled at him as he pleaded with his eyes.1

His heart was pounding in his chest, each thumping beat moving his rib cage. He struggled to move, to scream, but nothing happened. He closed his eyes tight, a tear streaming down his face. Sweat beaded down his forehead, his face red with the struggle to make his body move. How unnerving it must be to have no control over your own body, or over what happens to it. I reveled in his torture.2

“Those puny insects...”I had said, not long ago. I smiled remembering the words that had passed through my lips as I dug my knife deeper into his abdomen, the stench of his blood filling my nostrils. “Insolent fools! All of them!” How right I had been! Those unworthy heaps of flesh wandering the streets. “They don’t know what’s coming for them…” Of course, they didn’t. Why would they have any idea?3

That beautiful voice crept into my memory. Her tortured screams as they had ripped my bride limb from limb. How I missed her now. 4

Anger swept into me as I punctured his intestines, too blind to think what a mistake that was. Oh, the idea of that sweet revenge on those unworthy of living! “Yes… Yes, definitely!” What an idea my bride proposed! The beautiful woman that no one believed was still around. 5

Dead!6

They had killed her! 7

But no one knew the truth! 8

No one knew what I was capable of!9

“I’ll skin them alive! Dance to the music of their agony! Ohh, how I’ll savor the moment… ” I’ll give her the fresh organs so wrongfully used, give her the life she’s dreaming of! 10

“The moment the terror enters their faces,” How lovely those eyes looked to me now. And I was only killing one at the moment. 11

“The moment they realize it was me!” Yes, one of their own! “The betrayal,” Much like they betrayed me. “The pain…” Would they think of the pain she suffered as I rip them open? Each watching, waiting as one of their own dies in front of them. “The beauty!” Watching the blood pour from each sliced opening. “Yes… soon… very soon…” I just didn’t realize how soon it was!12