(ignore grammatical errors: it was midnight and i was tired)

The character in the video is deeply conflicted, and such is obvious. His split personality has him constant war with himself – a foe he cannot hide any secrets from. On one hand, he is a demon: the creature under the bed or lurking within the shadows. He is evil and sinful; he is what parents warn their children of. They say to be wary of him, for they all live in fear of ever chancing upon him. But he cannot run from himself: while he may moonlight as a brave and fearsome monster, he is also a victim trapped in a cage. He is imprisoned for life.

He teeters on a fine thread. He is an undiscovered neutral in the bad – good dichotomy of society. By nature, he is essentially good, kind and earnest – perhaps even feeble. And he hates his alternate persona for being so wicked, wrong and dastardly, though he cannot hate it wholly for it makes him strong: stronger than he’s ever been before, stronger than he’d ever be alone, stronger than he’d ever be again. He wouldn’t want to be excised perhaps secretly, he wishes not to rid himself of the other being completely but to learn to harness its power for his own benefit. If he were able to grasp this capability to enhance himself, he could be the normality he so wishes he was. No longer would he jump between the two polar sides, he could potentially discover a way to become balanced; to control himself and be a little more humane. If he’s able to master his own defect and weakness, it would existentially make him a better person (in theory). He would no longer be a coward or a villain, but an equal mixture of both, for the better. The good traits of his weaknesses should piece him together as perfection, and in his equilibrium, maybe he can find peace.

But it’s too difficult: his persona is a mind of its own, bloodthirsty and reckless and wanting nothing more than to cause destruction with its acts of petulance. He is on the run from a parasitic enemy who knows everything about him – and how can you run from what you are? There is no possible way to! And this futility sends him into fits of bordering insanity. The only sure fire way to have this creature exhumed from the pit of his soul, body and mind and disposed of is to sacrifice his own life – but what satisfaction would that do? All of his fears are spawned of the root fear of death and to kill himself would just give his alter ego the satisfaction of his demise.

All in all the options to remedy his dilemma are very few, and when man comes to realize he has his back trapped up against a sleek wall with no positive outlooks in sight, he can either cry out, “woe is me“ or succumb to the darkness he has fought so tirelessly to stay away from.

I had this need that grew within me, not specifically triggered by rage or sorrow. It was like something was missing – something I desperately sought to find. It was a hunger I wanted to satisfy. Eventually, I couldn’t help it and I made my first killing. She was a right prat and I felt no guilt in choosing her to be my primary victim, and I derived a sort of pleasure from her agony. I used plastic jumping rope: the type that was brilliant to skip with, but hurt like a whip if you were hit with it. Something was beyond satisfactory about it all. When I saw her blood, though, I retched. Messy, smelly, so human. I was not human, though the same vile crimson coursed through my veins. I was a monster, yet my body was just as weak. It was a strange fascination; the gag reflexes made me want to vomit, but the boldness of the colour was striking. So red, like my hair; full of platelets and cells and oxygen... The splatters were like an abstract art that evoked so much emotion in me. I was transfixed.

SCARLETTE GENEVIEVE DEIRDRE LAFLEUVRE

ROLE: SERIAL KILLER
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BASICALLY:
six teens have been kidnapped, sedated, and held at an unknown location. scarlette is the serial killer, keen on exacting her own twisted means of justice and mercy. louis james whittaker is her minion of sorts, with whom she's made a basic agreement: you work for me, or i will kill you. not that he's so against this idea, blinded by love. scarlette starts off her morning with the casual kill, goes onto coffee, and then allows her own brilliant plan to unfold: throw yourself among the victim, so you won't be held accountable. now, she must play wolf in sheep's clothing.

”Good morning, sunshine,” some people like to call my voice sultry, sensual, seductive. ”Who the fuck are you?!” The man was big, significantly bigger than I was, and dreadfully ominous. Bald and bulky, the sort of man you wouldn’t want to cross in a dark alley. Except, that’s exactly where I found him: a dark alley, and I was the one he didn’t want to cross. Orlando Emilio Alvareza, convicted of numerous murder crimes yet never incarcerated: his defence attorney was too brilliant. Too bad she couldn’t save him from this fate. I hummed an old folk song and turned around, pulling the wheeled table towards me and plucking a scalpel off of the tray. The power saw came into view. ”THE FUCK YOU UP TO, PUTA? WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, IMMA –” I grinned and tut-ted at him in a singsong voice. ”Uh-uh-uh. I’d be careful with my words if I were you...” I turned the small blade over in my hands before letting the cool metal fall on his forehead and trace along his face. ”...After all, I’m the one who determines whether you die quick or... piece by piece...” I had angered him; that much was sure. Before he could make another loud outburst, I stuffed the wad of cotton into his mouth. ”You won’t be going anywhere, so you can stop fussing,” I drilled a hole into the areas of his body I knew to contain the most blood and nasty bits (jugular, sides, the works) and stuck tubes through them, which connected to buckets around him, meant to catch as much of the vile life force as possible. ”LJ made sure to get you down securely... Leather bands, three cartons of Glad Cling Wrap and a syringe of bear tranquilizer. I’m surprised you even woke up.” I could hear his moans, an attempt at screaming muffled by the cotton. ”But it’s good, I guess; more fun that way.”