“You are so young. How come do you have those eyes?” once she asked me. I was not sure what she was referring to. Later, I found out, and I had been using them as my weapons. I scared them: that was good. Scare or be scared.I remember my first murder. Vividly. How could I ever forget? I killed him. Again. Again. Again. Again. And again. I finally lost my c

((Playlist: My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark by Fall Out Boy)) They were at the end of the endlessly long corridor before the row of elevators. The man and the boy: the former in flawless skin, perfectly proportionate body, and gray scrubs and pants, and in sneakers, while the latter was sickly, lanky, and in white pajamas and barefoot. The younger one was hesitating to take one more step. Something flashed past in the man’s eyes: visible alertness. He went unnaturally stiff before uttering, “Get in, son. We don’t have all day.” His chilling tone filled the silence, but the boy did not seem to have heard. Always this one in the middle, twenty-five thought. There were other six elevators but always this one. Like other things that had always been the same. Like his behavior. Once or twice a year, he would hear that creepy gentle voice since he had arrived on this floor. Every time, he would be frightened. Non

((Playlist: Psycho by Muse))Two voices. One voice was deep. Another was slightly high-pitched, like younger. At first, those were muffled indistinguishable noises with silent intervals. Maybe it was hours later or another day when twenty-five could make out the words. They were talking about someone. Something phenomenon, they said. 

((Playlist: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana)) When he left, twenty-five repeated the word ‘gift’ silently. It was an unfamiliar word. Strange. The gift stung his skin. He might have found his palm bleeding if he looked at his palm. He did not open his palm until lunch, just as the doctor had instructed.

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((Monsters by Shinedown)) What he felt was pure hatred. At that second while he was looking at him, he could not believe how much he loathed that face. Look how that man was looking at him. Like he did not exist. He did not register as a human in his eyes. Twenty-five gritted his teeth. Despite his uncertainties and confusion, burning hate took over him to do that again. That was when he realized that to end somebody’s life, you must want to do it. Dr. Raciti opened his mouth to say something, but he was the one who had the first word. “Dr. Lance sent his regards to you.” It was a roar. Ugly raw emotions shaped his voice, making it rough as if it was someone else’s voice—that of a grown-up man. He did not know why he said it. The blade sank into the meaty body, causing the red drops to splatter his bony face, his loathsome white pajamas, and the annoying plain white floor. The shock and pain distorted the doctor’s face. He tried to say something again. Unlike the last time, no wo