Battle of the mind - Part 2 Snake eyes

As Mary lived and died by her own hands many times this current one was very different. He was born as the mistake of two teenagers, because they didn't care for a child he was abandoned near the steps of an orphanage. He had no name when abandoned so the matron of the orphanage took it upon herself to name him. Tom, his very own name, it was a shame that it was rarely used, his red eyes and platinum hair made everyone else around him look at him as if he was some kind of plague. They avoided him as such too, it was only by the matron's care that he was not beaten to death by the other kids.

In his mind he had sworn to kill them all, all except the matron who had taken care of him. He took his time memorizing each and every one of the offender's names. Sometimes somebody would come to adopt them, one after another they were all adopted. All except him. By this point he was almost an adult, but his anger had never left him. His childhood was just a never ending nightmare caused by those around him. He took to reading and anything else to take his mind off of his anger. But it was to no avail, his bloodlust had already taken root in his heart.

"This life seems very, very interesting." Thought Mary. "However, He is not a plague until he takes the lives of many. But, it looks like even as a killer I did some good."

With very little money he ventured out of the orphanage where he had come across a lone man in a dark corner of the city. With a smile on his face he said in a low voice, "I am going to need some cash if I want revenge on all those demons who ruined my life." Preparing himself mentally he pulled out his pocket knife and ran to the man, stabbing him in the back of his neck. He put his hand over his mouth so that his scream would be muffled, and like a rock, his body dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.

"What have I done!" Tom asked himself, looking at the body and then his blood covered hands he threw up in disgust. "No it's too late, I've come this far so I should finish what I started."

Picking himself up from the ground he turned over the man's corps and took his wallet. He ran, and ran all the way back to the orphanage to prepare his hunt. He had a list of 20 people and one by one he would check off their names.

It was 4 years later when he had come across his 13th victim, he had come so close to killing her, but her dog just had to wake her up. "Damn it! I was this close," he said raising his hand to the moon. "Watch out Emily, because next time you won't be so lucky!" He had ran into a random alleyway to avoid the police, and when he was just about to pass out from exhaustion he heard a man's voice. "Hey are you ok?" It was soft and gentle like a mother's lullaby.

"Yeah I'm perfectly fine." Tom told him while trying to get up.

"Here how about we go to my place, I'll make you some food and we can find you somewhere to sleep when you finish." He told Tom, his black hair and average looks seemed to put his unease to rest.

"Fine old man, but if you try anything you best be prepared to pay with your life." Tom responded. "Well it doesn't really matter, now that you've seen me you can't be allowed to live." Tom thought to himself.

"Old? I'm only 31! Laughed the man.

They left together to an empty cabin near a forest.

"Nice place old man."

However, he had received no answer, the "old" man was completely silent.

"Hey old guy you should at least respond!"

The man raised his hand to cut him off and he asked him something. "Have you heard of the panther chameleon? Just like life it comes quickly and leaves just as fast, it lives for only 1 year on average, yet most of the time we, in our 60+ years accomplish less than it. You do understand right?"

"I'm not sure I do," Tom said pulling out his knife, "but please inform me."

"You see we as humans are always harming one another, and I as a collector am always playing with my toys."

"Toys?" Tom asked starting to fall unconscious.

With a smile the man turned to him, "Yes, toys."

Tom then fell unconscious.

3 hours later he woke up strapped to a table

"You know what's my favorite part of certain action figures? You can take multiple of them apart and put them back together. Also don't worry about dying, I've already made sure that our little play date will last for a while. Now are you ready to have some fun?"

"You bastard! I still need to get MY revenge. I am a true predator, you're nothing but a fraud!" Screamed Tom.

The man had ignored him and picked up a large hacksaw.

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Gore begin

He began with Tom's right leg first.

"Wait, Wait! Please!" He pleaded.

"Now now, did you ever stop your hunts? So let me just continue my fun."

And so he began to cut through the skin, muscle, and bones. Very little blood flowed out, however. This was because of the tourniquets applied to each leg and arm. Upon removing each arm and each leg he put the hacksaw down and pulled out a stapler and a sewing kit.

"Hey I have a question for you, have you ever walked on your hands?"

He received no answer, Tom was incapacitated from the pain.

"I'm going to assume you haven't in a very long time, now tell me, what do you think a toy feels like when it's put together? I imagine it feels relieved, relieved as long as it's put back as it was originally. Imagine your left arm being where your right leg once was, or where your right arm was! Wouldn't it be hell?" He said while laughing near the end.

Beginning with the left leg first, he attached it to the gaping hole where his right arm had been, it dangled lifelessly, and the joint bent back to touch his head. Then came the both the left and right arm, he stapled them together and attached them to where the left leg had been, and finally he simply put the right leg where his left arm had been.

"Oh no! I seem to have made a mistake, you see, it seems as though I have one part too little, what ever will I do about that! Oh, I have a fantastic idea."

In his last moments Tom felt despair, he had given up a possibly great life for revenge, he realized that although she didn't have much time to care for him. The matron of the orphanage had lived him, she had tried her hardest to be a mother for him, he who was cast away for his red snake like eyes had someone. Someone who cared for him, and he didn't notice until now.

His head was cut cleanly off of his body, and like a fountain blood spurt everywhere. His red eyes and pale face were dark. And under the dark of night a toy was made with a head where the right leg had been, its arms where it's left leg had been and it's two legs where it's arms had been. Where the head once was lied the internal organs making the shape of a smily face.

Gore end

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"Hey voice you still there?" Mary asked in her mind.

"Have you finally realized why I'm doing this to you?"

"I have, you're just jealous that as an illusion you've never lived. Your entire ability is made to break me, but guess what? At this point all your doing is making me sit through a long car ride."

"You brat! You will break before me! In your mind I am a God, there is nothing, NOTHING you can do against me."

"God huh? You know we humans have a reputation of going against God." Mary said with a smile on her face as the world around her began to collapse.