zackthekiller | Week Three, Monday Evening

[ She laughs at that. ]

Religion is often compared to a drug for the mind, but the literal combination is also a classic. So then..?

[How dare you laugh at that.]

It ain't funny, it was fucking weird!

I was in this empty room where all of the assholes from my past were mocking me, laughing like fucking hyenas. I got pissed off, grabbed my knife, and proceeded to try and stab the shit out of every single one of them.

But they wouldn't bleed normally! They like, spewed blood everywhere and wouldn't stop laughing like lunatics until I slashed their throat- And they had way too much blood spewing out everywhere! It was a fucking mess, and I think I was so high I couldn't help but laugh at it all. And then a shitload of blood splashed on my face.

The next thing I knew, I was in front of a knocked over fountian thing with my knife in my hand, drenched in water... Probably holy water now that I think of it...

And there was the priest, standing behind me with a smug grin on his face.

[Crown looks a bit confused and disturbed.]

[ Alright, this is significantly less funny, it's true. Miach briefly imagines seeing her own abusers again and she thinks that with certainty, she'd kill them too this time. How frustrating if they wouldn't die....

As far as the story goes, she stays silent, only urging Zack to go on with her eyes. ]

He walked up to me, put a hand on my shoulder and asked if I didn't know better than to destroy things. I said nothing- how the fuck am I supposed to awnser anything if I had no fucking idea what was going on?

"I understand," he said. "I know what you want in this life," he said. "Come with me, and I shall take you to a haven where you may kill as much as you like."

[At this point, Zack realizes how much this feels like his current situation. He groans and shakes his head.]

I can't believe I actually accepted that offer, but at least he gave me a choice. Unlike some people...

[Crown doesn't know what to make of that.]

That sounds much like a Faustian deal, you made there. The devil wears a priest's mask... I'm sure the classic authors would have loved this concept.

Did he keep word? And did it make you happy?

Uh... Sort of and not sure.

[Crown tilts his head, confused.]

[Zack rubs at his bandaged face as he explains.]

I mean, yeah, he led me to a floor in some basement where I was going to "work..." The whole floor, he remodeled to look like some shady back alley... My old hunting grounds... Gave me this scythe... [Here, he fiddles with his scythe as he mentioned it.] And food and a place to sleep.

But he had rules here, too. I mean, he had these... "Sacrifices" brought to the lowest floor, and they had to figure out how to get out, having to go through every floor on the way up. Those were the people I was supposed to kill. Couldn't kill the other "masters" on the other floors, couldn't leave my floor to chase people down...

I mean, in the downtime we could go to different floors to chat, but my coworkers were psychos.

[That sounds like a bit of a stretch, considering it's coming from a confessed serial killer. But there are worse people out there.]

So he domesticated you, made killing into your duty.

[ She doesn't say it harshly, at least? ]

But you were telling me about Rachel... was she a coworker or a sacrifice?

... Never thought of it that way, but yeah.

[How did he not realize he got roped into that sort of deal?]

Sacrifice. She managed to get away from me and go on to the next floor.

That's when I fucked up and followed her there.

Why?

[ That's.... a very simple question, but at this point she's just trying to move the story along. Zack actually has an interesting lifestory and not too many can say that of themselves, or so Miach thinks. ]

[Interesting, yes. Not so fun to live through.]

Well, when I finally caught up to Ray, the master of the floor above mine was unstrapping her from his operating table, laughing like a complete lunatic with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He was all, "Oh I am just as happy as a lark!" because of her eyes or some freaky shit like that.

[You might recognize that master's likeness in the one eyed doll Zack would take home on Wendsday. Not that Zack really described what he looks like.]

That sort of manic joy just riled me up, so I slashed him up on the spot!

[ .......... ]

Quite the rebel you are yourself, breaking both of your rules in one go.

[ She doesn't disapprove but. ]

And I didn't even realize it!

[Crown doesn't seem to know what to make of this story. Then again, neither does Zack.]

Too bad the voice on the intercom chimed in ten minutes later to declare me a sacrifice because I attacked one of my "co-workers." You know what that means?!

[In case you haven't been paying attention...] They fucking made me fair game for those psychos to probably slaughter! I kind of LIKE not getting murdered myself, so I was pretty much screwed over.

While I was getting there, though, Ray had become this emotionless shell of a person somehow, so I couldn't bring myself to kill her. That seemed like the worst part, but then she walks up to me with that dead look in her eyes and just... Asks me to kill her!

[ That... predictably fails to have too much of an effect on Miach. She can't pretend she finds this weird, really. ]

Being murdered by a serial killer isn't a bad way to go, all in all. I wouldn't choose it for myself if I had other options available, but...

You said you wanted to kill her before then, so she wasn't suicidal when you met her, was she?

She wouldn't just kill herself because "it's unforgiveable." I asked.

And no, she had normal emotions when I first saw her, just like everyone else. What the fuck happened between then and the time I caught up to her I have no clue.

[ Huh...... ]

Suicide is condemned in many cultures, yes. Your body and life are given to you from God, so don't you dare discard it - that kind of thing. My friends and I used to talk about how Catholics of the old days buried suicide victims at crossroads so they'd never find the way to heaven as punishment.

I'm sure she was thinking of something like that.

That's almost exactly what she was thinking!

[You sound just like her!]

But we both needed to get out, and you know I ain't that smart, so I said I'd kill her after we escaped.

Last time I checked, she was still wanting to go through with that.

Edited 2017-04-20 03:38 (UTC)

...so that's why you're the only one who can kill her? Because she's your only help in surviving yourself?

Bingo.

[It's actually a little more complicated than that, but she pretty much summed it up.]

Week Three, Monday Evening

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