Crazy

The room was dead silent, in the organisation, the Walls, only the sound of the foot taps coming from the man pacing back and forth in the front of the room was the only sound present, the other occupants of the room only stared at him silently, suddenly he stopped pacing and he faced the sickly man by the door, "get me someone to kill, i feel like seeing blood, i feel like murdering someone" he said sinisterly and the man strolled out immediately, "does any of you have informations about the person behind all this?" Ethan asked but no one said anything, "so no one has any information" he yelled, but still no one said anything "fools, all bunch of old fools" he yelled as he kiicked the cubicle on the podium, just then the sickly man entered the room pulling a blindfolded short haired girl with him, "here, sir Ethan" the man said in a shaky voice and Ethan smiled sinisterly, he took the girl from the sickly man and hugged her tightly like he was going to merge into her and the girl trembled "please sir, spare me" she mumbled with tears streaming down her face and he tore her clothe apart revealing the grey bra she was wearing underneath, "i love the skin" Ethan muttered with a crazed expression and the sickly man smiled as he presented different sets of knives to Ethan, the latter picked one and placed the cold surface on the body of the trembling girl and she trembled harder, suddenly he thrusted the knife below the girls abdomen while the sickly man removed the blindfold to let Ethan enjoy her dying expression, "look at that shock, can you all see the shock, that's what i love the most" Ethan cried, he looked even crazier, he bent over the dead girl whose blood was still spilling out of her body and he inhaled deeply the smell of the blood "so refreshing" he muttered and stabbed the girl's neck, "i want you to hunt that person who caused my anger, hunt the person, hunt the person" he yelled as he stabbed the girl continuously, the other occupants of the room could only watch the scene without a choice no one dared to stand up, not even their leader the white haired man, he layed close to the dead girl inhaling the smell of her blood abd and after few minutes he stood up with a more refreshed expression, "trash her and clean this place" he ordered the sickly man and the man pulled the corpse to the well in the room and threw her in it like he does to other people that Ethan had killed to satisfy his craze, "i am leaving this place to Istanbul in two days, but whoever that person who did this is should beware my return" Ethan said and strolled away from the room, immediately he left the room turned rowdy, the occupants began to leave one after another all discussing their views while the sickly man remained to clean the blood on the floor.

In a house in Istanbul, Turkey, in a dimly litted room an old man with overly wrinkled face sat on a rocking chair beside a book shelf filled with different large books on medicine, he was holding a jar which has a poppy flower in it and he had a crazed look of admiration as he twirled the jar, just then a lady in very short black leather skirt, white handless breast tube, black five inches heels, she was dressed and made up in a very seductive way and she was holding a tablet, she leaned into the old man and kissed his lips then sat on the sofa across him, "anything?" he asked as he gently put down his jar, "Ethan is coming back" she said and the man made a mocking chuckle, "i heard he is a wanted man, its only a pain that he is my only child, i wouldn't have wasted any time on such a useless being like him", the old man said and the lady smiled, she picked the abandoned cup of wine on the table and took a sip, "old Luciano, you aren't going to abandon him, are you?" she muttered in a husky voice and he sighed "i wish i could, but he still has some use for me" the old man said then took the tablet from the girl and began scrolling through it, after a while he frowned, "Cyan is deviating from my plan, how could he fall for the girl, he his supposed to kill her, Tiara's anger should have ended it all, now i have to draw another plan" the man lamented "this toy of yours is getting harder to play with every day" the lady mumbled "no matter how strong he gets he is still my toy" the old man said, he stood up with the support of his walking stick and strolled away from the room, "Jane, lock the door when you are leaving" he said to the lady in seductive dress as he strolled out and the lady hmmmed.