Murder City

I raised the scythe above my head and grinned wickedly.
No! Stop! Please I beg of you! Why do you do this? Are you some kind of sadist?
Maybe. Maybe not. You decide.
Thump! I brought the scythe down on yet another frail body.
No! Leave me alone! What did I do to deserve this? What did they do to deserve this?
Nothing at all.
Then why? Why do you do what you do?
Because. It amuses me.
I felt the warm blood splash across my face.
It amuses you?
Yes. Is it not acceptable for me to enjoy myself? And there's no need to sound so distasteful. I'm hurt.
The sound of tortured screams filled my ears.
Like I care. Your feelings don't mean anything to me. If you have any, that is.
Why of course I do. I am alive you know.
Are you? Are you really? It's a pretty miserable existence then.
Is it? In what way?
My arms proceeded to hack away at the soft flesh.
Have you never thought about your victims? How they felt?
No. Should I?
I casted away the mangled remains of what once was a human body.
Think of the children! They had such a long life ahead of them. So much they could have achieved. Some were so young that you gave them their very first and last experience of pain. How could you do that?
Easy. Especially when you put your mind to it. Even easier when you take pleasure in it.
I licked my blood stained hands with relish.
You're just plain evil. All that you own is a heart made of the darkest steel and a sick twisted mind!
What's mine is yours and yours is mine, is it not?
You wish! We may share the same body but in no way are we anything like each other.
Are we not?
Of course not! How could I be like you? You disgust me!
Then you disgust yourself. For I am you.
That's not true!
Oh, but it is. And you know it. Deep in your heart, you can feel it.
You lie!
You cannot fight the truth forever my friend-
Shut up!
It will haunt you for the rest of your life.
I said shut up! Get out of my head! NOW!
An evil laugh escaped my mouth.
Make me.
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Look  outside. What do you see?
I turned my head towards the shattered window.
I-I don't know.
Tch. Typical. Just when I'm trying to show you something important you turn away.
There's nothing important you can teach me!
Using all my effort, I managed to turn my head away from the window.
That's not very nice. I can teach you lots of important things you know. You're just too lazy to learn.
Am not!
My head snapped back towards the window.
Now, I'll ask you again. Tell me what you see.
…I see…I see…
Yes?
…I see death, destruction, war. Alcohol, poison, guns, cigarettes, drugs. People dying of starvation, famine, severe wounds or injuries (no thanks to you), diseases…
Good. Now, tell me what you think. What do you think of this wretched miserable city?
I-I hate it. I hate it! It drives me insane! All this pointless killing; all this murder! I have just one question for the world: why? Why do you take drugs if you know it's going to damage you mentally and physically? Why do you get so drunk that you pass out, if you know that you'll wake up the next day feeling like shit? Why do you kill people for no particular reason and it doesn't even make you feel any better? Why do you go setting fire to everything you see when you know you'll most likely get engulfed in the flames as well? I'm losing my grip on reality! Or at least I think I am. I'm so confused; so lost. What do I do?
There, there. No need to worry. I can help you. I can save you from this damn cursed place.
What makes me think I can trust you?
Of course you can. Or would you rather stay here not even being able to tell the difference between the illusions and reality?
I took a deep breath. This is it. This might just be my only hope.
No. I want to leave this all behind. I want to be able to start again; to be free.
Very well then. However, there is a just a very small price to pay.
Price? What price? I knew I couldn't trust you.
As I said, it is very small. All I ask of you is that when you are freed, you give me complete control of the body. Not much seeing as you won't be needing it.
Alright, I agree to your terms. If you set me free, the body will remain at your disposal. I'm warning you though, I still don't completely trust you. No tricks. Or else.
That's settled then.
A flash of blinding light. My head felt like it was burning. The pain was pulsing through my veins; the sensation was unbearable.
Sinking to my knees, I pulled at my hair, screaming like crazed child in a tantrum.
What are you doing to me?
Setting you free.
I flung out my arms as my body was engulfed in light. Then my consciousness stepped out from the body.
I was free at last.
I looked back at my body. It gave me an unnerving mischievous grin before wandering out in to the city. The wretched, hateful, burning city.
All of a sudden the church clock bells pierced through the silence.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 7, 8, 9,

10, 11,

12.

'…the clock strikes midnight in the murder city…'