Madness

WARNING is violent and maybe triggering to some. ) I never thought it be like this, the aroma, the sensation, the adrenaline that forced its chaotic way through my veins. How it made my heart race like ravenous wolves on the hunt... At times, I'll admit...it was overwhelming, the cries, howling, blood curdling screams, sobs, to watch a human breakdown, to a crumbling weeping heap before me. Only showing remorse because their life now hung on the line instead of the people they violently murdered, r***d, tortured...before I caught wind of them. There acts is why they landed in my lap in the first place. They didnt show any mercy, so...why should I? I dance my dark eyes over my current victim, listening to the heaving breaths passing his bloody lips. Feeling my eyes widden gleefully as fresh crimson flees down, dripping off the end of his scruffy chin. I watched in thoughtful silence, studying how his lips quivered desperate to make words.. but none managed to escape. Supose his pain was to great, ofcourse its been a mere 6 hours, and he had 6 more to go. One hour per victim. I supose he has not caught on to our game... What a shame. I tighten my grip on the file in my hands, a thin tan folder with a mere few photos and a typed up paragraph. The name " Mina Sawyer" written on the little panel. I open the file, fingering through the photos until I come to one, little Mina strung up in a tree by her tiny limp wrists, her face bloodied, beaten into unrecognizable oblivion... before her body was torched, her once fair flesh a now split, cracked blackened char... reassembling the soul of her attacker. The man I have before me... in his unconscious state. I strung him up, his wrists tied with barbed wire, but instead of dangling limply by a tree...he sways carelessly by the looped wire upon a meat hook. It seemed only fitting...to set the scene this way. To bring him to my Fun house.... It saddens me though, that I couldn't fix the damage that's been done. To bring back all who have been harmed, that be a true blissful ending to my job, job of long delayed justice. I wish I could, but atleast I could stop rubbish like him from causing anymore harm. To end his life, could save many... Any child, women, or man to not have to feel that unforgivable pain... That's what fueled me... Well one of the reasons anyway. I couldn't help, as the edges my my mouth pulled upwards as I heard the familiar thud of foot steps thumping down the stair well. My eyes drifting away automatically to the sound. My eyes eager for a glimpse like the thousands of times before, as his form intoxicated my vision. " Hello my darling. " His deep, raspy voice swoon over me. It was like honey in my ear. A treat for my senses. The blackend hue of his iris swept over me hungrily, the fire never fading, desire never wavering. He closed the distance that tormented us, scooping me up into his arms, pressing his forehead tenderly against mine as a content sigh escapes his lips. " I'll finish up here my sweet sugar, you head up stairs and draw a bath if you'd please." He reluctantly sets me on my feet, his finger tips tracing little circles on the small of my back causing delicate tingles to shoot up my spine a few moments before fully releasing me. I blow him a kiss as I skip upstairs leaving the crafted concrete prison just hearing a sharp snap followed by a bellowing scream, before I top the stairs closing the heavy steel plated blood wood covered door. Being greeted with nothing but blissful silence. I stand there briefly. My thoughts a scattered array, like q midnight of dancing fireflies, unsure of witch one to focus my attention on. He made my heart sing a sweet melody, yet my mind always seemed a frantic mess, but how could it not be...? Work is stressful. My feet begin to shuffle forward automatically as I make my way to the master suite of the house, closing the door softly behind me. I glance over myself, the warm sticky sensation of blood soaked in my little black dress, the crimson caked under my finger nails, the splatters staining my olive flesh. I catch a glimpse of myself in the round silvery glass the true evidence of the chaos clear on me, but it wasn't as if I ever attempted to hide what I've done. I desired to clean, prevent, and protect those who needed me... Clean up this world, one kill at a time. Silently I turn the golden knobs. The warm water spilled forth from the taps mouth, cupping my hands I splashed up the refreshing aqua into my face washing away all the blood and make up. I watched, pondering as the red, purple, pink, and white mingled down the drain. My thoughts drift back, back to a darker time before all this began, before I ever knew how corrupt the world could be, before all the agony that controlled me, before I knew what happiness felt like. " Lost in thought my love?" I heard a familiar raspy voice break though my train of thought causing me to jerk my face upwards catching his reflection in the mirror. He reaches over turning on the bath faucet straight hot causing steam to pour from the dragons mouth...I sigh. " Thinking about the circus again? " he presses gently, as he slips the straps of my dress tenderly away from my shoulders, gripping each side as he leads the fabric down the curves of my body. Resting his hands on my hips, the cotton threads gently balled into his fists, as if waiting for my permission to let it fall. " Perhaps I am. " He releases his grip freeing the garment and twirling me around in his arms, pressing his forehead gently against mine. " Those where rough times beautiful, but dont let the pain from the past effect your present." I whisper a delicate " yes" as he guides me to the garden tub, the steam caressing our bodies. he adjust the temperature gradually. " what do you say...Rose petals? lavender ? both?" He grins deeply, that cheeky grin I fell inlove with all them years ago. The one that made my heart soar with undeniable delight. " Both please, and you..." My voice a sweet melody of a whisper, tilting my head in a playful plea. His features soften, his lips part, as he leans closer gracing me with a tender kiss. " Anything for you. " At times I wondered how I managed to get so lucky, our lives wasnt a normal humans fairy tail, but it was ours. I watch as the lavender scented bubbles rise in the vast depths of the amethyst garden tub. Suddenly I feel a warmth interlock with my fingers. My chocolate eyes drift upward, meeting the eyes of my soul. A deep love matching my own. " I love you Shaylyn. " With him I could always be my true self. I could be vulnerable. I could be me. No hiding, no fear, no doubt.... I allow him to guide me into the depths of the bath, pulling me into his lap...our eyes lock. " I love you too, Ranji. "