>Be The Murderer
>Standing in the apartment, your hands uncovered, shaking. A shape laying before you. You can’t quite make out what...no, who, it is. You’re surprised you can even make out that it’s a troll. The twisted, barely recognizable form is shivering before you as you look around. This isn’t your home, strange. The pleasant smell reminds you of something though, soothing you enough to get your hands under control.
“ -S-I-Ƨ- Why-y...~
>The thing before you is still alive and breathing, barely. It’s words confuses you and... something else. A fear rises in you like a cold nail being hammered into your gut. Something is wrong, this is wrong, you don’t know what but this is wrong the thing needs to be stop it needs to end to be put out you don’t know why but if it keeps talking you know something bad will happen it must be silenced.
>You get on your knees and plunge your hands into it, it’s flesh giving way for your fingers, like working with clay. You feel bone bend like rubber and blood vessels separate like loose strings as you get to work, the thing before you writhing underneath your palms.
“-S-I-Ƨ- P-please...~”
>You close your fingers around the life-muscle that is still thumping inside it. You squeeze and feel it straining against you before giving in under your skillful hands. The heap of muscle and bone suddenly thrashes wildly, forcing you to retreat unless want to get hurt with your hands still stuck inside it.
>A few seconds later it stops moving and lets out a last long ragged breath, and then....silence.
>Something is wrong though, this feeling still has it’s cold grip on you as you hear something behind you. You turn around towards the corridor outside the open apartment door, and you see someone standing outside with fear stretched across his face.
“Wha+ hawe you done?! You sick freak!”
>You don’t understand. He is supposed to be your friend, right? Why would he say something like that? But you know he is right, you know you’ve done something very wrong, something unforgivable. You slowly turn back towards the cold body on the floor, understanding what you have done. What you are.
>A murderer
>You wake up from this nightmare, only to enter another.