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The Devil is in the Details. III

I choose the music carefully, it has to be just right.

Lento- gentle, slow. He barely feels the first touch. The droplet shimmers like a ruby.

Andante – faster. Thin lines spreading over his chest. The pattern on his arms looks like henna tattoos. Mystical, a code for the initiated. For me

Allegro con fuoco- The sun treats him like a priceless jewel, makes me breathless with his beauty. He sings like an angel. For me.

Tempo primo- I have never loved like this. I tilt his head towards the light. The last spark in his eyes catches fire, emerald fire.

The Devil is in the Details.I

If you play it right, he'll sing with the voice of an angel. I like Beethoven, he inspires me, I always try to create the same beautiful sounds he did. You have to be careful. Look where you cut.

I watch him, he's new to me. My Terra Incognita. My Tabula Rasa. There for me to create on. A canvas to be filled with the most astounding sounds and colours.

He will be so exquisite when I'm done. My fingers itch as I watch him. Perfectly sculpted already, just needing that last touch of the master's hand to become perfection.

I'm recycling. One of these are on here somewhere, but now I've made two more. One that fits before and one that fits after. I've been keeping my Psycho!Self strictly reined in for too long now. I had to let her out for a bit. That sounds reassuring, doesn't it?

Three drabbles, each 100 word sharp. Orignial texts. If I succeeded, you will find them creepy.

The theme is about planning and learning from your mistakes.


Keyword; practice. The one I picked was suitable; cocky, sure of himself. Not so sure anymore when he fell down the stairs, when his leg snapped.
He was awake though. I had to stuff a rag in his mouth to shut him up. Tape his hands together when he tried to swing at me. Stupid. He didn't understand. Not even when I cut his tongue out did he quiet. Kept yelling, blood dripping from his chin.
It was over too quickly. Could be the hammer I took to his head to finally shut him up. Lesson learned; don't get annoyed.

I waited, planned. I checked my list, it's important to be thorough, made sure I had everything. Until finally…Carpe Diem. I did. Unsuspecting bastard. He thought he was God, but he was wrong. I am. I rule over life and death. I made sure he noticed every little thing I did.
The one I practiced on didn't last this long. Sturdy bastard, this one. He called me names and tried to spit in my face. The last efforts of the mouse about to die. I just smiled at him. Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord. He is not screaming anymore.

Messy! Bone is harder than you would think. My handsaw got dull. He kept making noises when I began with his broken leg, I thought it would be easier. Wasn't. He kept writhing around. Do you know how hard it is to drive nails into concrete? I had to get the nail gun to be able to keep him still. His hands, arms, feet.
Note to self; tarp on the floor, makes clean up easier. Knock out before sawing. It's a pest to get the nails out off the floor. Sharper scalpels, it lasts longer when the cuts are neater.