Bring the Pain

[Kira]

Mr. J. Smith was a man of few words if of any at all. IF you asked him a question of what he liked best, his red or blue tie and why. He would answer you and instead of telling you the reason just say "Why have a reason to like it? Tomorrow I might feel differently." That was the most, if ever said, to any one. His co-workers believed he had a wife at one point and he had been happy.

They are wrong.

They go around the office doing their work and when they need to ask him something they do, but all get a feeling none will try to describe anymore. Because one man tried, said this: "It's like you go up to him and it's jus'. . . Ugh. . .Ya'know?" Because of this they say something in his passed has changed him so greatly he is still affected.

Again they are wrong.

Do I know the reason he is like this you ask? Of course. All in good time you will know. But a story to weave and wait for your answer is more exciting is it not? No? Well you're going to have to wait anyway. . .

[Kira]

So what was the real reason for him to be so rude and cold? To show no emotion to any one? He was bored. His boredom had taken everything. His family all seemed to have exciting jobs, or they did when any of them were alive. He needed something to excite him again.
One day. . .He found it. He recalled the pleasure of finding small animals and hurting them, but being older he felt that was a waste of time. No, sadly it was a darker temptation. It was brought on by seeing all the shows on T. V. with dead bodies and those gruesome movies. All the time he fuilled his time with watching the horrid clips of death, in the theater close by when people screamed it seemd to make him smile. So it was only obvious that he thought he could get away with it too. . .

. . .The first time was an accident. . .

[Kira]

He had found someone fallen down from a flgith of stairs and they were knocked out cold. He walked down the alley and saw the way her body lay there not moving and barely breathing. A smile grew on his face, a little bit of strange thoughts warmed his heart and he deicded to see what the human body could go through.
Without anyone seeing him he brought around his car. He found some old jumper cable and used them to tire the woman up. He lifted her into his trunk and was gone. . .no one saw a thing.

[Kira]

The girl woke up when he was finshing tying her to a chair in his basement. She grew scared as anyone would. She started to scream at him why he was doing this. Why was she tied and other things that should not be said. All he answered was simply: "To see the human limit."
As she struggled to move her hands and escape them he reached for the tire iron he brought and back handed, swung at her face, listening to the bone crunch in her jaw, under the power of the metal.
The woman screamed more and began crying, yelling things at him more, telling him what to do with the tire iron and where to put it. All it did was put a bigger smile on his face as he soaked in the sound. He felt her blood run down the tire iron and onto his hand. He let it drop and it echoed throughout the room.
"Scream all you want." He said. "it only makes me happy." And he left her to her misery for now to think of more things to do.

[Kira]

Over days he tried more things. Letting her rest before continuiing to something harder or worse. Every time he finished a little bit and heard that scream emanate from the walls and into his eardrums he relished it. Like each time it grew worse was a wine slowly aging to perfection.
But the fun was over, for now. As her hand went limp he checked her pulse and saw she was dead. He didn't know how to revive a person so that was all his fun for this one. He threw the hammer he had been using to remove her second kneecap and it clattered to the floor in the distant corner next to other tools. Of course only one thought could go through this sick mind.
Who and what to do now. . .