January 1st, 2001

A moment of silence passed between the two, but for what, either of them was exactly certain. The girl’s delicate hands were held in the male’s who faced her, staring directly into her magenta eyes, his own azure gaze softening as she glanced between their hands, and him. A smile graced her lips, her mouth quivering as it opened, almost as if she were to begin to cry. His hand escaped the grasp of their joined hands, his own placing itself directly onto her cheek, while the other rested onto her hip. With that, she placed her own hand onto his, beginning to walk the gap between them.

“S-Sven…I…” Her lips parted the instant she felt herself close in proximity to the male, raising a little on her toes towards his own lips. “I…”

In response, Sven once again linked his fingers with hers, his head tilting to the right, his ghastly white hair reacting to his movements as he felt his head lean towards her own porcelain, his own lips parting slightly. Her sweet perfume filled his nostrils, driving him on, forcing him to negate the gap of space between them; in seconds, he felt her moist lips brush barely against his, and in that moment, they both wasted no time to finally fulfill the gesture in which they both had in mind: a kiss.

Sven stared into the reflective surface that was the river, kneeling now at the shore-line of the water-source. His azure eyes gazed back at him, his ghastly white hair covering his left eye. With one brush of his hand, his hair was then parted in the middle, revealing both of his eyes. He stood up slowly, shaking his head as he headed towards the path that he took to reach the river itself, his eyes staring at the forest floor with utter dismay. In his eyes, the world itself was a horrible place, filled with hate and destruction, and as thoughts of this rushed through his highly scarred mind, his bare feet taking him through the forest’s depths. To where, he never cared, each new day he would head home into the woods with one goal in mind: To hide from those who kept him in their home. Something in his heart drove him back, always, to that horrible asylum that they called home. Without much of thought, he reached to his right, pulling the family’s katana from the branch, his azure eyes narrowing as he tied the scabbard and blade to his right side, growling under his breath. As the forest released him from its grasp, he stood in the middle of a field, the dusk behind him already beginning to set. A sadistic smirk slowly spread across his face as he saw that the lights inside of the home were all dimmed, or each room was blackened by the lack of light.

He silently drew the katana, feeling himself rise with jot as he bolted towards the stairs, hopping off one of the supporting beams with his right foot, landing gracefully on the balcony, thus proceeding towards the door. He then carefully opened it, the lock clicking to signal that it was open, and the door swinging to reveal a blackened kitchen, the only lights being the clock above the stove. Sven took a few steps in, his eyes narrowing as they gradually accustomed to the darkness. He solemnly took a few steps more into the kitchen, his eyes seeming to glint with a lust for death, the blade in his hands seeming to sense its victims that lived within the house, possibly sleeping. His footsteps held no sound as he started to creep his way into the dark depths, his acute ears following the sound of the eased breathing.

In that instant, a sadistic grin spread across his face, his eyes widening alarmingly as he held the blade over his first victim’s slumbering body, the tip of the folded steel seeming to depict something more of an instrument than a weapon. He then slung the tip of the heirloom into the body, beginning to cackle as the blood gushed from the grotesque wound. The very feeling of the blade entering the meat of the being before him had brought him joy, the joy that the vile presence and he pushed diagonally to his right, the blade slinging the blood in all over the walls and the ceiling, his eyes staring down at the one before him in disgust. Behind him the lights switched on, the darkness being illuminated by the energy being emitted by the light bulbs in the ceiling in the kitchen. He could hear a drawing of a knife from one of the kitchen drawers, his body freezing in place as he turned towards the source of the sound.

“…Anyone there?” The familiar voice of the father could be heard, his body being garbed in denim jeans, a shirt, and a pair of plain white socks. His muscular frame could be seen as he stepped into full view from where he was standing, his eyes narrowing. In his left hand he held a butcher knife, the other he held a bat, turning to face Sven’s position. The lights in the room illuminated him, the katana, and the body behind him, and footsteps could be heard above his head, the same grin spreading across his lips.

“Sven...! What the hell did you do?! Did you…did you kill Jen?!” The father now had given the butcher knife and bat to a boy, about twelve years of age, and a girl, presumably seven-teen years of age. In his hand he now held a similar blade, the folded steel sharpened to finesse, which was now drawn from its blue scabbard.

“Oh…yes…I did… And…for your sins…I’ll kill every one of you…” His azure eyes widened as he took exactly five steps towards his own father, the folded steel edge grinding against the ground, the screech causing everyone in the kitchen to wince from the sound. “…So…who’ll be first…? Huh…? Will it be you…Dad…?”

Everyone, save Sven, took a few steps back, their own eyes staring towards him as he dragged his bare feet across the tiles. “Sven…don’t do this…I know we’ve been horrible towards you, but…we’ll change! We promise!”

“Tell that to me…after you’re burning in Hell!” Sven then took hold of the katana in both hands, his own father’s eyes widening as he swung to defend himself from the horizontal blow, but before the attack could land, Sven spun, bringing the edge down on the dull end of his father’s sword. A clang echoed throughout the kitchen, but as it did, blood sprayed onto the ceiling as the father’s head was tossed into the air from the blow, his eyes staring lifelessly ahead as it fell to the floor. The body crumpled to the ground, and everyone watched Sven in horror, beginning to scramble out of the house. He grinned sadistically, beginning to cackle maniacally as he made chase, one of them had slipped, losing their bearings entirely and nearly knocking objects off from shelves above as they crashed into the stove, the woman’s eyes widening as she saw him saunter over to her casually, the blade’s tip being dragged along the floor tiles. A horrific shhhhiiiing echoed throughout the kitchen, his azure eyes seeming to glow with a sense of unholy malice.

“…N-No…! We’re sorry…just…let please us all live...!”

“You should’ve begged for mercy the instant I was standing there before your own father, holding this family heirloom of yours…how could you allow me to so…easily just kill your own genetic father? I know why…because even once you tortured me…you could never kill me… Why? …You’re all weak…unable to kill… And now…here I am…taking my revenge for what you’ve done to me…” He then took hold of the katana in both hands, his eyes widening as he then thrust the blade down into the girl’s chest, her death squeal echoing throughout the house, the people within it cringing at the sound. The doors had suddenly echoed with a click, one of the other inhabitants of the home pushing onto the door, screaming as it was no longer able to be opened from the outside, as if someone outside was guiding him through the killing feat. Once he felt the edge of the katana enter the flesh, chills rushing through his spine as blood squirted from the girl now, her eyes staring at him in disbelief, her head lowering to the protruding metal which was now burrowing through her body slowly, alive enough to feel the blade penetrate through her skin and muscle, excruciating pain soared through her almost instantly, beginning to howl. At this, he twisted the razor sharp edge through the wound, the meat obeying the movement of the blade as he then sliced directly diagonally to the right, her shoulder splitting open to the massive wound. Her eyes widened with the feeling of her bones themselves being cut, her skin losing feeling, and the world beginning to blur, finally her head lulled to the side an instant later, her eyes staring blankly at the kitchen floor.

A growl had escaped his lips as he parted them, revealing his pure white teeth, perfectly aligned, and he spun around, his feet thundering against the ground as he took steps forward towards the door, finding the boy whom was attempting to get out through the foyer. Without a word to him, he raised the folded steel blade over his head, yelling with delight as the blade had cleaved directly through the human being, melodious cackles of joy escaping his opened mouth, the blood scattering throughout the premises of the door, profusely exiting the body from the grotesque wound. Organs had now fallen from their place, stomach acid hissing as it began to eat away at the kitchen floor. Without glancing at the body, he dragged his feet along the tiled ground, dragging the weapon along the tiles, his voice echoing as he spoke, his eyes seeming to shimmer with his will to destroy.

“Die… you horrible beings… Calling yourself demons…your horns protruding from your head…evident as I cut down every bit of your body… Flames encircling my blade, I never falter… Die, failed creations…die… I shun your very existence…die… End thy life, as the Lord wills…so that your judgment will be His doing…so that He shall allow for you…to…be set ablaze in eternal sorrow… Die, you weaklings…the ones who‘ve tortured me for so long… I demand retribution…I demand…blood…that you‘ve spilled which is mine… Now…all I will deal in…is…pain!” As he had said: “pain”, he had reached the top floor, the words being breathed through his own teeth, seeming to breath profusely, more than a usual person would need, his azure eyes seeming to twinkle as he played his little game, screams echoing throughout the house as he crouched, using the position to push himself forward slightly…

…What…have I done…? Sven stared down at the last body, the legs dismembered from the corpse itself, while the head now rolled aimlessly on the ground; blood began to spurt into the air as the body crumpled to the ground. Blood seeped down from his pale complexioned face, his azure eyes staring in horror of what he had committed, while dropping the weapon from his grasp. Limbs had plastered themselves onto the walls, cabinets suddenly fell onto the ground all around him, his eyes wide as the door ahead of him opened, and all the entrances into the building had miraculously clicked at once, a curved figure stepping into view. Her gaze flickered for a moment as she glanced around, seeing the destruction of the house, then at him, her body freezing as he caught her gaze, taking a few steps back. His head shook, and he collapsed on the stairs behind him, the blade in front of him quivering from the shockwave.

“…Sven…w-what…” Her words themselves fumbled around in her mouth, her eyes glancing around towards the maimed body parts strewed across the whole house. As she took a step forward, a head rolled from the balcony above and onto the floor, and with a loud crack, it shattered like a vase, the contents within the hollow skull splattering across the kitchen floor. In horror, she took another step back, her magenta staring at him in disbelief.

“…I…I’m…sorry…” His eyes focused then on the ground, no longer bearing to be able to gaze at her any longer, guilt beginning to eat away at his heart.

“…You…killed them all… Why…?”

“They…tortured me… They…beat me…” His hands rose over his face, his eyes narrowing towards them, as if they didn’t belong to him any longer. “…They deserved death…”

“Sven...! They did nothing of the sort, you know that! They treated you well, from what I saw, and of that, you should die now, because taking the lives of others is just…cruel!”

“Oh, now I should die…? They treated me well around you, because they themselves didn’t want anyone to find out. If you saw what they did, if you even remotely cared to sneak in and take a peek, then maybe you’d see that I’m starved, I fend for myself, and most of all, none of them even cared if I was hurt! Nina…I thought…I thought that…you’d understand…” Sven’s azure eyes glanced away from her, taking the moment to stand. “…You’ve never felt such pain…have you? You’ve never felt such hatred towards a person, have you?”

“No…I haven’t, but…I-I…I’ve never thought that they would treat you like that…not ever. They seemed so nice, a family ideal for you.” She took a step forward, her hand extending towards his body. “…Come on…I’m sure mine won’t mind another…and take the weapon with you, no one will be able to find it…long as we hide it well enough…”

He nodded, retrieving the folded steel blade and its slim scabbard, sheathing it, and hopped over one of the strewn body parts. With that, he seized her hand, his eyes closing for a moment, and he nodded once more.

“C’mon…let’s get moving…”

“But…where will we go?” She tilted her head, curiously asking the question naturally, ignoring the stench which now had spread throughout the home with the corpses.

“We’ll…just have to find a way.” He responded, helping her hop over the body near the foyer, and leaping over it himself, leaving the door open. As they stepped out into the world, a breeze met them, slightly warm, but comforting and Nina giggled, taking a few moments to take a few steps forward, slightly dragging him along with her.

“Sven-ums...?” She cooed, turning her head towards him as she spoke. “…What if…we ran away out back…towards the field, you know? And over to my house...? Like you did to get away?”

Hearing his name spoken in a love-filled manner caused his cheeks to suddenly rush with color, and he nodded quickly, his ghastly locks of hair covering his cheeks to hide the blush and he finally nodded to her, leading the way behind the house itself, hearing her footsteps echo with his own. As they neared a clearing, his azure eyes glanced around, seeing the field to his right filled with wheat stems and to his left a pathway to another clearing, which possibly would lead to Nina’s house if it was still in use. After a moments time, he finally chose to take the path to his left, ducking to avoid the limbs that loomed overhead from the trees, drawing the blade at his side to slice away at the underbrush in their wake.

“…There’s something I’ve been dying to ask of you, love.”