Pisaries Creator

“This is the life you chose,” the monster said to me.

There is a twinkle in his eye. I am able to see this even in the dark.

When they are half a monster hiding behind the face of a human, there isn’t much else to focus on besides the differences. It also helps to be a monster guru, passed down for generations and having those premonitions and feelings most others don’t possess because they are normal.

I was able to see his last reaction before I slit his throat with my knife because monsters should not have any privacy in the last seconds of their lives. I don’t care to know the last thoughts on their brains. There is a way to know and sometimes I wonder how much of the brain is actually used by these evil doers, but in the end, they do not matter.   

As I had this monster in my trap, I see he is not afraid. I sense he is gauging my abilities. He sees me as one of his victims, acting in stupid of ways and saying nonsense when they realize they have no option but death. There is not going to be any death but his own. I don’t have to reason my way out of my unfortunate predicament because it isn’t my head that will soon be gone.

The monster must know I eradicate his brothers and sisters, for they play with their victims like a cat does to a mouse. If they play dead, it will only make their victim’s deaths more painful. I hate this about them, to the deepest core.  

The last thing I said to the monster is, “You never learned the rule of not toying with your enemy.”

“You kill me now, but I will come back,” the monster replied.

“I’ll be ready with guns ready, and knives sharpened,” I said. “For now, I will enjoy watching you bleed until your body is dried of sustenance.”

I did stay and watch the monster die before chopping off his head.

He chose his life, and I chose mine. We will meet again. I swear of it.