march 23rd. 2010 —

the city of berlin was gloomy, but not even that compared to what secrets lurked in alleyways of the city, a city plastered with labels of being perfect and such; was all just bullshit. numerous cases, missing people, blood pools, discarded weapons. Frustration grew in berlin, along with their fear civillians couldnt seem to place aside

have you ever wondered whats after death? if we see the ones we love.. reincarnate.. the egg theory? it seems tom asks himself that everytime he wakes up, and not because hes affected by the circumstances of never ending death plastered on the news, its not like he was the cause of it right..? sure.. obviously he was.. he was mentally unwell, unsure, distant, he watched peoples life leave their eyes with no emotion, he didnt care for sex, money, clubs. he didnt have any hobby set in stone except what he was good at, destroying life, maybe thats why he was bonded with bill by his hip.. although, bill didnt partake in as much as tom did, though not a snitch neither.

the rain pattered almost lazily against toms window, pruding him to wake up, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed, with a small groan, he stood up groggily, leaning on the wall as he took his dose of tablets that never worked.. good to know his therapist was another bullshitter, his usual routine carried out, shower, rub the blood out of his nails, get dressed, eat, find a bounty and eliminate it, dump the body, scrub at his nails again, the cycle repeated torturesly, to the point toms mental stability dropped, he barely talked, red marks under his eyes

ofcourse he still remembered the first time he took a life, the sound of the mans gasp as the air was forced out his lungs into the crisp air, the way his body embraced into tom, and the way the body was taken by the river

tom slogged downstairs, greeted by his brother bill at the table already, who was watching tv

bill perked up, looking at tom through his black spiky hair, stripped with streaks of untoned whiteness, and a shit load of eyeliner

Bill: “ah! there you are.. was wondering if you wanted to start the day…” he checked his watch “at 1pm..”

he watched tom put on his shoes

Bill: “i suppose your not going to eat.. before going on your uh.. mission?” he said almost dissapointed, as he shoved toast in his mouth, something so youthful and carefree about bill irked tom. only opening the void of hate more

Tom: he sighed; standing up right and kicking his shoe against cold floor to get it on right, he glanced back at bill

Tom: “no.” he said simply before adding “ill be back in an hour. this one’s expensive.”

bill sighed, rubbing his temple

Bill: “tom.. we cant live like this- i mean!! look at the state of you! you look dead!” he added, his tone laced with concern and frustration

tom exhaled deeply through his nose before leaving, coldly.

Bill: “tom..” he sighed in a pathetic attempt, who was he to think he could talk tom out of the only thrilling thing in his life?

as per usual, the cycle circulated, tom found the pathetic man, shortly taking his life, and dragging his body to the forest to his lake, which he had seem to bonded with.. maybe it was rhe way the water carried the body with acceptance, like it was thanking him for gifts.

and isnt it so ironic.. that {{user}} decided to go on a walk that night, despite her mothers concern and worry from the news, the darkness, and especially what lurked in it, she shoved her hands in her jacket, her breath misting in the bitter air, she shoved her earbuds in, connecting it to her pathetic ipod

{{user}}:“god… i oughta get a new one..”

she shrugged the cold off, walking down a damp pavement, lost in her thought of what was to come before she stepped in something wet.. fresh.. she looked down.. it was vibrant and red despite the night swallowing up any colour.. her lip twitched slighty. and as curiosity killed the cat.., by that i mean how her neighbours cat got killed by her dog.. it was.. a guilty event.., she slowly followed the trail, cursing at herself for following this trail into the forest.. for all she knows it could just be some idiot spilling his fruit punch everywhere..

she stopped shortly as her gaze fixated to the darkness around her, soon locking on a figure gently rolling a cold body into the river, ir was almost mesmerising how the cold water embraced the body, she quickly moved behind a tree, watching the man slowly stand up from the river bank, a distant look on his face.. but what does she do know..?