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"Ah, what a beautiful bright night."
I compliment the moon as I stand in the alleyway of Nex St, straightening out my trench coat. I draw a cigarette from my inside pocket and light it. Well, at least I TRY to light it.
"Stupid thing." I grumble "Why would you buy one of these cheap, plastic lighters anyway? Surely YOU of all people would have the money to buy something a little fancier?"
No reply.
"Well?" I spin around to face the man in the alleyway "What happened to being the 'richest person in Brighton'?"
Still no reply.
"WELL?!" I yell "Drugged you for nothing, did I?!"
He yelps in fear. I scoff.
"No matter..." I say, throwing his lighter to the ground "It's not the money I want from you."
I trudge towards him, my heavy footsteps echoing through the dark, making it all the more intimidating.
I stomp my way over to the man, who is quivering on the ground. He begins to writhe and whimper as I get closer.
Ugh.... I despise cowards like this...still, what must be done must be done.
I stop at his feet and grab the rope around his neck, thrusting him forwards so we could be face-to-face.

I examine his features to make sure he's the right man;
Slicked back brown hair, a scar over his left cheek and collar bone, and caramel-coloured skin. All is correct, except for his skin. I suspect he's gone pale because of that little drink-spiking routine I did, but hey, it's not like I knew he was allergic to my sleeping pills. He should be thanking me for giving him 4 tablets. Stuffs not easy to come across.
Anyway, this is definitely him. The slimy little snake that claimed my little sister a 'murderer'; Dosta Ramona.
Tchh...convict my sister for someone else's crime, will you? I'll show you what murder is.

"P-plea- ghAACK!"

"Oh dear, are you choking?" I ask in an emotionless tone as I tighten the rope "I'm sorry, that must have been might fault. What is it your trying to say?"

He whimpers again. God, I wish he'd stop doing that. It's getting agitating.
"Puh...pleasss...."

Oh god, now he's almost sobbing
"You pussy." I hiss "SPEAK UP!"
He replies with more whimpering. I scowl with disgust.
"Your lips are going blue" I tease "and what a pretty shade of blue they are. I could kill you now just to preserve such a beautiful colour."
I sigh with disappointment "But no, the night is still young and we have plenty to discuss."
I let go of the rope and let his body hit the ground. He immediately begins to gag, wheeze and choke...and it's like a deaf man hearing the heavenly songs of the herald angels.

Oh, I could listen to him slipping between life and death for an eternity! I could write a novel to match Ulysses just by describing the euphoric sound of a dying man's shrieks! Just imagine what celestial ecstasy I could have experienced if I hadn't blindfolded him! I could have watched the lights leave his eyes as they slowly rolled backward in their sockets! Oh the never ending joy of becoming an angel of death; to push them off the knife's edge yourself, to see the light of life dimming more and more as their shadow grows larger around them!
Oh the happiness I feel!
A wild grin cracks across my face and I throw back my head with laughter. Oh what a heavenly experience!
Ramona's gasps are growing quieter now, but that won't be the last time I hear him squeal...oho no, no, no...there'll be plenty more of where that came from.

I let my laugh die out with his gasps, but I'm not off my high yet.
"WELL?!" My arms throw themselves up in the air and my eyes widen "READY TO TALK NOW I'VE GIVEN YOU BACK YOUR VOICE?!"

He cowers in his ropes and mumbles something below his breath
"What?" I hiss "SPEAK UP!"
"....I...what do you want...from me?"
My smile fades away and my nostrils begin to flare with anger
"Playing dumb, huh?"
I snatch his blindfold in one hand and my switch-blade knife in the other
"Maybe this will jog your memory."
I slip the knife between the blindfold and his skin and hesitate a moment, leaving him in suspense. He gulps and with one flick of my wrist the blindfold falls to the ground and he has a lovely new gash above his eyebrow.
His eyes widen with terror as he realises who I am.
I grab his hair and pull him up off the pavement "WELL?" I scream "TAKE A GOOD LOOK!"
His jaw drops and he begins to shudder
"Y-...you...?" He whispers in a high, shaky voice "You...that animal who got convicted of murder?"
"DING DING DING DING DING!" I throw my arms in the air and clap "CORRECT! WELL DONE, SIR!"
He shakes his head in disbelief "but...you were sent to jail. I saw you there myself...I was a witness to your crime! How could you-"
"SHHHH SHH Shh Shhhhh...." I place a finger on his lips "No need to get worked up."
He stares at me with confusion and horror "What do y-"
"You see, your guess was in a way correct" I crack a small grin "but also in a way...Wrong."
I stand up and walk a few paces away from him, facing the street "Would you like me to explain?"
I can hear him struggle in his bindings "No! I wouldn't!" He yells "let me go!"
I shake my head "It's a shame you don't want to hear my little tale..." I say with mock sadness "because you see...you don't really have a choice-"
"I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU YOUR STUPID HORROR STORIES, I WILL NOT LISTEN TO A MAN CONDEMNED FOR HELL!"
I clench my fists "YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME?!" My jacket flares out and reflects my anger as I stomp back towards him
"YOU DARE TO INVOKE MY ANGER?!"
He cowers and whines.
"Won't listen to me, huh?" I say in a calmer but still threatening tone "Perhaps then, you would listen to something else..." I look around the alleyway and spot a rather convenient pipe lying in a puddle on the ground...and I can't help but grin a sinister grin that stretches from ear to ear. I stroll over to the pipe and wrap my fingers around its cold, damp metal, letting its weight pull my arm down and roll back my shoulders.
My eyes trail along the ground until they reach my victim and I stare at him through heavy eyelids with nothing but pure bloodlust.
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as I drag the pipe towards him.
I can feel the adrenaline pulsating through my veins, pumping faster and faster with every step.
My eyes are trained on my victim and my mouth is still set in an eerie, sharp-toothed grin and the suspense of it all has got me licking my lips.
I take my final step and pause directly in front of him.
I stand there a moment, taking it all in; the well-bound, speechless victim, the weight of the lead pipe and how cold it is against my warm hands, the brightness of the moon casting my shadow over my prey. In this moment everything is...perfect.

"If you won't listen to me..."
I take hold of the pipe with two hands and slowly raise it
Higher...higher...higher until it's above my head and I let it fall behind my back. I cock my head to the side
"Then maybe...you'll listen TO THIS!"
I concentrate all of my weight on the pipe and slam it down onto Ramona's shoulder.
A terrific crack rings through the air followed by a beautiful scream of pure, excruciating agony.
And just like that, I have reopened heavens' gates.

My mouth flys open and I let out a loud, bellowing laugh that completely drowns out Ramona's screams and echoes through the alleyway.
I try to keep my composure as I raise the pipe and beat it down onto my victim again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and again
"AND ONE FOR GOOD MEASURE!"
I proceed to slam my pipe 3 more times into his abdomen. He, in response, screams bloody murder.

My maniacal laughing quickly dies out as I fall to my knees, panting. I rest a moment to recover from my hysteria; I can only handle so much noise at one time. The sounds of the screaming, clanging of the pipe and shattering bones echoes through my ears and bounces around in my skull. It's almost hypnotising.

The mans' shrieks begin to die down as well; probably all the adrenaline acting as a pain duller. But that won't help him now.
I pull myself up and stare directly into his tear-glazed eyes, panting like a hungry doberman.
With a deep, gravely voice I bark "Ready to listen now?"
He whines. I scowl
"Or am I going to have to break a couple more bones?"
"NO!......no...please..."
I grin
"You made quite a fuss about not wanting to listen to me. Why you going to just giving in like that?"
He stares at the pavement and sobs
"You know perfectly well why..." He sputters angrily
"So you are surrendering?" I tease
He stays silent for a few seconds before hissing "yes."
I've broken him. I've won.
I open my mouth to tell him my story but instead of an explanation, a name escapes my lips. My name.
What? I open my mouth to speak again, but my name is only repeated, this time in a deeper voice. A voice that isn't mine.
I feel a heavy weight on my head that feels like a hand. It pulls at my hair and I wince. The weight begins to shake my head and when I open my eyes again I am staring down at a prison floor.

"CHRONA!" Shouts the man standing over me who I'm guessing is a guard "Come on, boy, rise and shine!"
I pick myself up off the floor and look around my cell. Bugger.
"Come on, Chrona. Don't want to miss our first afternoon out of the slammer do we?"
My ears perk up. That's right...today is my first day on parole. I grin
"No..."
He slides the bars aside and I step out into the hallway of the prison
"No we wouldn't."

After I've collected my knife, sleeping pills and other things and been allowed to change, I am escorted out of the prison to the gates where a small cab is waiting for me.
I climb inside and throw my bag on the back seat.
"Where to then?" Asks the driver
I think back to my dream for a moment; back to the street the alley was in. What was it called?
"Nex Street." I command.
The driver nods and we begin to move.
By the time we arrive at Nex Street it's almost 9:00 pm and all the stores are shut except for a lone tavern, which had just welcomed another customer. A customer with slicked back brown hair, caramel skin and a large scar over his cheekbone and brow.
"There you go: Nex street." The driver smiles
I pay him and grab my bag before slinking out of the car and trudging across the street towards the tavern.
On the way over there I am greeted by a familiar sight;
Directly besides the bar is a dark, damp, cold alleyway with a long, dirty lead pipe lying in the middle of a small puddle.

"Looks like dreams do come true."
I grin.

Description
"Ah, what a beautiful bright night."
I compliment the moon as I stand in the alleyway of Nex St, straightening out my trench coat. I draw a cigarette from my inside pocket and light it. Well, at least I TRY to light it.
"Stupid thing." I grumble "Why would you buy one of these cheap, plastic lighters anyway? Surely YOU of all people would have the money to buy something a little fancier?"
No reply.
"Well?" I spin around to face the man in the alleyway "What happened to being the 'richest person in Brighton'?"
Still no reply.
"WELL?!" I yell "Drugged you for nothing, did I?!"
He yelps in fear. I scoff.
"No matter..." I say, throwing his lighter to the ground "It's not the money I want from you."
I trudge towards him, my heavy footsteps echoing through the dark, making it all the more intimidating.
I stomp my way over to the man, who is quivering on the ground. He begins to writhe and whimper as I get closer.
Ugh.... I despise cowards like this...still, what must be done must be done.
I stop at his feet and grab the rope around his neck, thrusting him forwards so we could be face-to-face.

I examine his features to make sure he's the right man;
Slicked back brown hair, a scar over his left cheek and collar bone, and caramel-coloured skin. All is correct, except for his skin. I suspect he's gone pale because of that little drink-spiking routine I did, but hey, it's not like I knew he was allergic to my sleeping pills. He should be thanking me for giving him 4 tablets. Stuffs not easy to come across.
Anyway, this is definitely him. The slimy little snake that claimed my little sister a 'murderer'; Dosta Ramona.
Tchh...convict my sister for someone else's crime, will you? I'll show you what murder is.

"P-plea- ghAACK!"

"Oh dear, are you choking?" I ask in an emotionless tone as I tighten the rope "I'm sorry, that must have been might fault. What is it your trying to say?"

He whimpers again. God, I wish he'd stop doing that. It's getting agitating.
"Puh...pleasss...."

Oh god, now he's almost sobbing
"You pussy." I hiss "SPEAK UP!"
He replies with more whimpering. I scowl with disgust.
"Your lips are going blue" I tease "and what a pretty shade of blue they are. I could kill you now just to preserve such a beautiful colour."
I sigh with disappointment "But no, the night is still young and we have plenty to discuss."
I let go of the rope and let his body hit the ground. He immediately begins to gag, wheeze and choke...and it's like a deaf man hearing the heavenly songs of the herald angels.

Oh, I could listen to him slipping between life and death for an eternity! I could write a novel to match Ulysses just by describing the euphoric sound of a dying man's shrieks! Just imagine what celestial ecstasy I could have experienced if I hadn't blindfolded him! I could have watched the lights leave his eyes as they slowly rolled backward in their sockets! Oh the never ending joy of becoming an angel of death; to push them off the knife's edge yourself, to see the light of life dimming more and more as their shadow grows larger around them!
Oh the happiness I feel!
A wild grin cracks across my face and I throw back my head with laughter. Oh what a heavenly experience!
Ramona's gasps are growing quieter now, but that won't be the last time I hear him squeal...oho no, no, no...there'll be plenty more of where that came from.

I let my laugh die out with his gasps, but I'm not off my high yet.
"WELL?!" My arms throw themselves up in the air and my eyes widen "READY TO TALK NOW I'VE GIVEN YOU BACK YOUR VOICE?!"

He cowers in his ropes and mumbles something below his breath
"What?" I hiss "SPEAK UP!"
"....I...what do you want...from me?"
My smile fades away and my nostrils begin to flare with anger
"Playing dumb, huh?"
I snatch his blindfold in one hand and my switch-blade knife in the other
"Maybe this will jog your memory."
I slip the knife between the blindfold and his skin and hesitate a moment, leaving him in suspense. He gulps and with one flick of my wrist the blindfold falls to the ground and he has a lovely new gash above his eyebrow.
His eyes widen with terror as he realises who I am.
I grab his hair and pull him up off the pavement "WELL?" I scream "TAKE A GOOD LOOK!"
His jaw drops and he begins to shudder
"Y-...you...?" He whispers in a high, shaky voice "You...that animal who got convicted of murder?"
"DING DING DING DING DING!" I throw my arms in the air and clap "CORRECT! WELL DONE, SIR!"
He shakes his head in disbelief "but...you were sent to jail. I saw you there myself...I was a witness to your crime! How could you-"
"SHHHH SHH Shh Shhhhh...." I place a finger on his lips "No need to get worked up."
He stares at me with confusion and horror "What do y-"
"You see, your guess was in a way correct" I crack a small grin "but also in a way...Wrong."
I stand up and walk a few paces away from him, facing the street "Would you like me to explain?"
I can hear him struggle in his bindings "No! I wouldn't!" He yells "let me go!"
I shake my head "It's a shame you don't want to hear my little tale..." I say with mock sadness "because you see...you don't really have a choice-"
"I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU YOUR STUPID HORROR STORIES, I WILL NOT LISTEN TO A MAN CONDEMNED FOR HELL!"
I clench my fists "YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME?!" My jacket flares out and reflects my anger as I stomp back towards him
"YOU DARE TO INVOKE MY ANGER?!"
He cowers and whines.
"Won't listen to me, huh?" I say in a calmer but still threatening tone "Perhaps then, you would listen to something else..." I look around the alleyway and spot a rather convenient pipe lying in a puddle on the ground...and I can't help but grin a sinister grin that stretches from ear to ear. I stroll over to the pipe and wrap my fingers around its cold, damp metal, letting its weight pull my arm down and roll back my shoulders.
My eyes trail along the ground until they reach my victim and I stare at him through heavy eyelids with nothing but pure bloodlust.
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as I drag the pipe towards him.
I can feel the adrenaline pulsating through my veins, pumping faster and faster with every step.
My eyes are trained on my victim and my mouth is still set in an eerie, sharp-toothed grin and the suspense of it all has got me licking my lips.
I take my final step and pause directly in front of him.
I stand there a moment, taking it all in; the well-bound, speechless victim, the weight of the lead pipe and how cold it is against my warm hands, the brightness of the moon casting my shadow over my prey. In this moment everything is...perfect.

"If you won't listen to me..."
I take hold of the pipe with two hands and slowly raise it
Higher...higher...higher until it's above my head and I let it fall behind my back. I cock my head to the side
"Then maybe...you'll listen TO THIS!"
I concentrate all of my weight on the pipe and slam it down onto Ramona's shoulder.
A terrific crack rings through the air followed by a beautiful scream of pure, excruciating agony.
And just like that, I have reopened heavens' gates.

My mouth flys open and I let out a loud, bellowing laugh that completely drowns out Ramona's screams and echoes through the alleyway.
I try to keep my composure as I raise the pipe and beat it down onto my victim again...and again...and again...and again...and again...and again
"AND ONE FOR GOOD MEASURE!"
I proceed to slam my pipe 3 more times into his abdomen. He, in response, screams bloody murder.

My maniacal laughing quickly dies out as I fall to my knees, panting. I rest a moment to recover from my hysteria; I can only handle so much noise at one time. The sounds of the screaming, clanging of the pipe and shattering bones echoes through my ears and bounces around in my skull. It's almost hypnotising.

The mans' shrieks begin to die down as well; probably all the adrenaline acting as a pain duller. But that won't help him now.
I pull myself up and stare directly into his tear-glazed eyes, panting like a hungry doberman.
With a deep, gravely voice I bark "Ready to listen now?"
He whines. I scowl
"Or am I going to have to break a couple more bones?"
"NO!......no...please..."
I grin
"You made quite a fuss about not wanting to listen to me. Why you going to just giving in like that?"
He stares at the pavement and sobs
"You know perfectly well why..." He sputters angrily
"So you are surrendering?" I tease
He stays silent for a few seconds before hissing "yes."
I've broken him. I've won.
I open my mouth to tell him my story but instead of an explanation, a name escapes my lips. My name.
What? I open my mouth to speak again, but my name is only repeated, this time in a deeper voice. A voice that isn't mine.
I feel a heavy weight on my head that feels like a hand. It pulls at my hair and I wince. The weight begins to shake my head and when I open my eyes again I am staring down at a prison floor.

"CHRONA!" Shouts the man standing over me who I'm guessing is a guard "Come on, boy, rise and shine!"
I pick myself up off the floor and look around my cell. Bugger.
"Come on, Chrona. Don't want to miss our first afternoon out of the slammer do we?"
My ears perk up. That's right...today is my first day on parole. I grin
"No..."
He slides the bars aside and I step out into the hallway of the prison
"No we wouldn't."

After I've collected my knife, sleeping pills and other things and been allowed to change, I am escorted out of the prison to the gates where a small cab is waiting for me.
I climb inside and throw my bag on the back seat.
"Where to then?" Asks the driver
I think back to my dream for a moment; back to the street the alley was in. What was it called?
"Nex Street." I command.
The driver nods and we begin to move.
By the time we arrive at Nex Street it's almost 9:00 pm and all the stores are shut except for a lone tavern, which had just welcomed another customer. A customer with slicked back brown hair, caramel skin and a large scar over his cheekbone and brow.
"There you go: Nex street." The driver smiles
I pay him and grab my bag before slinking out of the car and trudging across the street towards the tavern.
On the way over there I am greeted by a familiar sight;
Directly besides the bar is a dark, damp, cold alleyway with a long, dirty lead pipe lying in the middle of a small puddle.

"Looks like dreams do come true."
I grin.