Diverging paths

Pitty

Headzo's Friends, What They Think
2/1/2047

Stood, analysing the wall of evidence once more.

Headzo struggled; it had seemed like the killings were becoming more random.

"Are you really still working on that?" Finzo questioned.

"Yes." Headzo responded quickly, as though his mind needed to focus on something more.

"They're a serial killer, what makes you think they'll help?" These words alert headzo the moment they leave wingzo's mouth.

"Because they're like us, and humanity is what made them like it." Headzo started to get annoyed.

"What do you mean?" Both finzo and wingzo spoke simultaneously, curiosity fueling the question.

"I remember the day that they died." Headzo began "they walked in bloodied and beaten but nobody cared, nobody even looked, nobody ever looked."

"They got in a fight?" Finzo was confused.

"They came in like that every Friday, that wasn't fight wounds." Headz spoke with a sombre tone "and it wasn't an accident"

"Oh" the two felt bad "still, you need to stop, they're clearly too far gone and impossible to find"

Headzo knew that they were right, but refused to give up.

"No, I can do it, I know I can. No matter how long it takes, I will help them" Headzo was sure.

"Do what you want" Finzo wasn't best pleased.

"Headzo please be careful" wingzo worried "they're dangerous, don't be stupid"

Headzo was left alone once more.

Still confused, he continued to lookover the evidence he had, hoping he'd figure it out.

Still he was unsure, completely clueless.

Arsenic's Own Entertainment
2/1/2047

One single idiot.

That's all it takes.

A man, dressed in blue, approached Arsenic, his face gleamed with intention.

Arsenic was just walking by, already miserable, minding their own business.

The man got closer.

Arsenic was honestly a little afraid but they tried not to show it.

Closer, the man grabbed at Arsenic's hair pulling it back.

Confused, Arsenic reacted.

They grabbed the creeps hand, before twisting it round, and throwing him to the floor.

Then they went for his legs, ensuring the man wouldn't be able to walk and therefore leave.

Arsenic grabbed the idiot, dragging him somewhere more private.

The journey didn't take long but greatly hurt the odd fellow.

"Now that we are somewhere private," Arsenic rambled on "I think it's time for some fun"

Excited yet angry, Arsenic pulled out a knife.

It wasn't long before the man's shirt was ripped off, leaving his bare chest completely visible.

"Now then, let's begin." Arsenic's voice was sadistic.

Arsenic first took to the face, they grabbed at the man's chin pushing it up.

"Shall we see what's behind your eyes?" A smirk grew on Arsenic's face.

The man screamed as Arsenic removed his first eye.

"Look at that, you don't need an eye to cry." Arsenic spoke with condescending intent.

Arsenic moved their knife to his cheek.

Placed gently, pushing into the man's skin, Arsenic scraped it along cutting deeply into to side kf his mouth.

Blood ran down Arsenic's hand and covered their knife.

A grin grew strongly upon their face.

"And now, because you grabbed my hair" Arsenic was serious "it is only fair, that I make sure you won't be able to grab ever again."

Arsenic inserted the knife deeply into the man's hand.

Slowly they ripped the skin of the creeps palm, and their fingers and than removing the nails until his hand was bare.

The man wailed in pain, but Arsenic refused to take pity, as they moved to the wrists.

"Oh, don't worry I slit mine all the time. You get used to it after a while." Arsenic hadn't expected to feel emotion, but they did with this statement.

Taking to the wrists, they began to cut, to slit and by now blood spewed everywhere; it was a mess.

Hearing the screams once more, Arsenic started to get bored and decided that they would shut the man up themselves.

Irritated, Arsenic pulls out a sewing needle and rips out a handful of the strangers dark brown hair.

"Enjoy yout screams because I promise you they will be you last!" Arsenic knew what they were doing was wrong, but they felt compelled to do it.

Using the idiots own hair, Arsenic sewed the man's mouth shut whilst they pushed his forehead, keeping him still.

Eternal silence.

"Now isn't that better?" Arsenic questioned.

Arsenic moved away, still deciding what they'd do next.

"I've always wanted to see a person's organs for myself but i never got the chance," Arsenic continued, "Well do you know what this is?"

The man dared not move.

"A chance." Arsenic replied.

Arsenic proceeded to tear open the man's stomach, unseaming him.

Arsenic viewed the innards with an essence of glee, before placing a hand firmly on his ribs.

"I wonder how much pressure is required to snap these," anger bubbled in Arsenic's mind "Shall we find out?"

The man tried to scream, as his ribs were torn from his chest, but no words came out.

"Did you know that you only need one kidney to survive?" They questioned not expecting an answer.

Violently, Arsenic tore one of the kidneys from the body of the man.

No sound came out.

"Fine, don't speak" Arsenic held in a laugh "I guess I'm just going to have to write you a message!"

Moving at a reduced pace, Arsenic grabbed the man's head holding it tight.

There, on the forehead, Arsenic carved a wing, and a message.

"Fear me" the message read.

Feeling fulfilled, Arsenic pulls out the man's heart, crushing it, within their hands.