WARNING: DO NOT READ if you are weak to blood, violence or gore. I also think it is worth mentioning that these actions are not at all condoned. This is pure fiction but any replication of such events will also be heavily punished and not condoned.
Her eyes spoke so softly, I couldn't help but feel drawn to them. She would always sit by herself no matter where she was, her face disguised within the book she found solitude. I was never able to see that entirety of her face not could I truly grasp her full complexion. I always wondered what face she was making hidden under the layers of skin and paper. I wished to dissect every layer of her beauty.
"Seriously? You have a crush on that girl? Why her? I hope you are aware that you could go for anyone else in this school." I believe that this boy is supposed to be my friend, or at the very least another person who likes to hear me speak.
"Because I know she feels what I feel, her eyes alone tell me that she sees what I see in everything." Knowing that she hid brought me much sorrow.
"And what's that?" I am intrigued by the fact that he is somehow willing to give me a chance to let me further explain myself. I know that most would label me s a stalker or simply ignore me so they believe their affectionate actions can still reach me. I know those people are in denial.
"A vivisection" I say as I lean closer to him, I know that he cannot fully grasp the concept of wishing to dissect the human of which you have affection for. I know that most would much rather keep their high expectations of their lovers even if it was a sub-conscience tendency and not at the forefront of thought. Yet minuscule flaw like that are embedded into our very identity.
"What are you guys talking about?" She enters the classroom, most would say that she was talking but I know as I have learned from the quintessence of communication she is always silent. Only silence could be shown past the thick layers of books. A vivisection required a sharp point for entry. Yes they do.
"Get the heck out of here. You think anyone wants to see your pathetic face." Laughs from my comment echo across the classroom, it's pitiful for them to believe that I was supporting them, rather I was dragging my scalpel across faults.
Silently she lowered her head making her way towards her desk. Please understand that I knew exactly what devious actions she had prepared for. I knew that because I saw more of her than anyone ever had, I gently separated the layers of tissue in the folds of her brain.
"I'm not going to leave this place any time soon." She murmured.
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Seasons continue to pass our college years slowly nearing their end and yet the silence remains, I was hoping that my plan would accelerate a lot faster than that. I followed her closely and in all those times she remained silent and all her words were hidden behind the guise of her book. Laughter rose from among the crowd taking observation every single time. It was pitiful for them to be unaware they were adding suffering onto their penalty.
I had documented where she lived, I learned that she had taken violin lessons and performs at recitals once every other week. I learned she takes walks in the park with her pet cat and would take the liberty of throwing rocks at birds. The closest I had ever come to experiencing her true voice
I continued to make my attempts to pry to make the incision even deeper still in my test subject. Wishing for nothing more but to uncover who she truly is, even though I know it I would like to see it for myself..
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I could never understand the other children who were my age, I could never seem to assimilate along with their emotions. Whatever emotion was wafting heavily through the air like an all encompassing smoke I was never able to comprehend. The only thing that I have come to understand is that my emotions are the direct opposite of what I am supposed to feel. It directly opposes that emotion of everyone that is lingering in my presence.
For that fact I spent most of my days in the silence, talking to myself, my own voice was the only one that I wanted to hear, the only one that I could understand. Despite that everyone would attempt to penetrate the barrier that I had set forth. They wished to dissect the mystery that they were attracted to, everyone seemed to long for spending time with me, of course I always saw nothing but a vivisection.
No matter how hard I tried everyone was the same, no one would give the freedom that I desired, in order to find that person I aspired to be. I believed that I could just find someone just like me I finally would. Now I finally have.
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"I'm done with this!" She screeched throwing a rock at the window of our classroom, and my entire body was encapsulated with a chilling delight. The symphony of her true voice I had finally discovered, prepared to now devour it.
"What the hell is wrong with that girl!" Several people gathered around that rock that had been thrown into their classroom, even though it was protocol to find a hiding place in a situation like this. No one could take her seriously, I suppose that her symphony had yet to reach their ears.
Crawling through the incision that the window had made with a crooked smile across her face. Blood dripped down from the sharp glass she was clutching yet her expression remained stolid even to pain. It was only then a few students became wary of the possible danger they might have been in.
I decided that now would be the time to make my escape before I put myself in the line of fire sealing the door shut in the process. Now comfortably from the outside I peer in to bask in the wonders of my orchestra. I, the composer.
She sat down at her desk taking out her set of pencils sharpened to the state of weaponry alongside a directional compass. "Let's see who will be the first to go" I could make out from her mouth movements. She held up the compass spinning until it fell upon the direction of the professor. "Very well then." She gripped the pencil in her hand, right now screaming in her silence.
Carefully she walked towards the professor everyone else frozen in curiosity to see what she would do. She drew her pencil back before lunging forward plunging it into the professor's neck deepening the incision with every moment. The professor's eyes rolled back choking on blood filling her mouth in horror.
The other girls of the class scream run to the door but realizing the exit has been sealed off scream even louder in desperation. The professor's body slumps over the desk, a few boys attempt to subdue her but they too meet the same brutality. One reaching out for her head-on was met with the pencil impaling his eye she forcefully continued to slash it across his face slicing it wide open. One attempts to use the broken glass to phase her, however she stabs his hand and manages to pry the glass out while he is phased in pain. Of course she put an end to him quickly too. 143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQgrw1x8jJg
The last few male students she massacred with the piece of glass the other male student had so unintentionally provided her blood soaked hand with. This left only the female students cowering off to the side in fear. She grabbed the chair from her desk becoming bored of the glass shard and wanting to try something new.
Taking the metal potion of the chair she strode towards the first group of girls huddling and slaughtering each one she turned them to nothing more but shreds of meat. Throwing the chair off to the side one more stood trembling her entire body frozen, I'm sure that I were in her state I would be brought to a similar pitiful state. She wraps her hand around the girl's neck strangling the life from her vivid rosy cheeks until all that remains is a cruel outline of pale blue around her lips.
The room fell to complete silence the scene painted red in the vendetta that she had harbored all those brisk college years. Now flowing out in a symphony almost overwhelming with the sense of cruel irony yet a beautiful vivisection. Finally it has met it's resolution, and not for a moment did I lose hope that she would be the one to bring me what I had always desired to see.
I can't stop laughing now, this whole time as their screams of suffering echoed I felt nothing but joy. None of the long fabled sympathy came to me, but this was so much better, I finally could see myself and truly understand what everyone else has felt all those passing years. The years that passed me by they were so empty in comparison to this.
Unfortunately now it is time for me to return to my dome of silence unperturbed, listening to nothing but my own voice. I think to myself as I pull out my phone to dial for the police. Thank you so much this is, goodbye, until I meet another with soft spoken eyes like yours I suppose.
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