|B L A D E|

Blade sighs as his tense muscles relaxed. He placed down his bag and Theseus who had fallen asleep gently on the ground. Standing back up, he stretched his arms, hearing several joints pop. Shaking out his limbs, he turned to take a closer look at his surroundings.

   He was in a field with long grass that came up to Blade's knees that was surrounded by tall thick trees that were placed so close together, it was nearly impossible to see through them. The sky was getting dark above the clearing and Blade nodded his head appreciatively. This was a good spot to rest.

Pulling out his tent, Blade began to set it up. After traveling almost all his life with this trusty tent, he had it up in minutes. Rolling out a sleeping bag, Blade placed it inside.

As Blade crawled out of his tent, he stared at Theseus. He was so peaceful when he was asleep, his dark eyelashes brushing his cheeks, an innocent look painted across his face, soft snores coming from his lips, and messy hair that Blade thought looked perfect that way. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, something inside of Blade couldn't just let him leave Theseus out on the ground.

Blade inhaled through his nostrils sharply. He gently lifted Theseus from his spot on the grassy field who barely even stirred. He was deep sleeper, and Blade hoped he was having a good dream. Because once he arrived to his destination that Blade had to bring him, there would be no more good dreams. His life would become a nightmare itself.

    Blade gulped, shaking away the guilt. This always happened. A few moments of doubt before he finished his job. Blade expected it, but he had never felt so bad as he did about bringing Theseus to his client. Maybe it was because he wasn't putting the person out of their misery, just pushing them into it. It was quite different and Blade realized that we was merciful with out her people he killed. He was sending them hopefully to a better place full of sunshine and rainbows. But for Theseus? He was sending him straight to hell.

Blade shut out all his thoughts. This wasn't the time to dwell on the subject. He needed to get ready for bed.

     Pulling a half empty water bottle from his bag and a pair of nightclothes, he paced over to the edge of the trees. He took a swig of the water before gargling it and spitting. His tongue ran over his teeth. He didn't brush them with fluoride and sh*t, but he still took good care of them. After all, they were one of his most important weapons.

     He rubbed at his eyes before slipping off his shirt and replacing it with his pajama one. He didn't bother with the pants, he was more comfortable in just his briefs anyway.

    Blade's body sagged as he dropped the water bottle back in his bag and wound it tightly so no animals could get into his things. He put it behind the tent and covered it slightly with some of the long grass.

    Blade got on all fours and creeped into the entrance of the tent. Theseus lay there, still snoozing away and looking as peaceful as ever. Blade grunted before trying to lay down beside him and realized there wasn't enough room.

    Blade huffed before sighing and pulling Theseus half on top of him. This way that fit nice and snug. It was quite comfortable for Blade and the heat of Theseus kept him warm.

    Blade's breathing soon became even and his eyelids became heavy. He drifted off into a dream landscape that was a familiar nightmarish place that he visited every night.

Blade was locked in a dark room, a gag stuffed in his mouth and his hands bound behind him like he had done to many people's. Cold air but at his bare skin, telling Blade that he was naked. Blade shivered, but it wasn't just from the cold. He knew what was going to happen next.

"Oh baietel, when will you ever learn? Copii rai like you need to be taught a lectie..." The voice was harsh and rough, the words coming out choppy. Blade knew who it was and his heart picked up pace. The words spoken in Romanian clicked together with the English ones in his brain, translating to Oh, little boy, when will you ever learn? Bad children like you need to be taught a lesson.

     Those words had haunted him all his life, and he felt cold sweat trickle down his back. Even though he knew what was coming next, he still gasped and screamed. As the the cold blade dragged across Blade's stomach, Blade could practically see his father doing this to him like he had done to him so many times before. Then he would lift the blade from the shallow cut and move to another spot on Blade's body until he was covered in bloody slices.

    Pain racked Blade's body as his father made the 17th cut. This one was placed in his upper thigh, a place that his father favored. Blood dropped down his leg, and all Blade could do was whimper and screech as he was tortured.

     When Blade's father was finally satisfied, he unbound Blade and handed him the life. Blade could feel a wave of dread crash over him. It was his turn. He looked up to see who his victim was. Sometimes it was the old lady who ran the library down the street from his home in Romania. Sometimes it was his mother. Sometimes it was just faceless strangers.

    As Blade pinched the bridge of his nose, he opened his eyes to see a sobbing Theseus in front of him. Blade wished he could stop himself, but it was if someone else was controlling his body as he wounded Theseus, stabbing countless times until he was a chopped up corpse. Blade crumpled to the ground before picking up the knife one last time- stabbing himself straight in the heart.

$$Brutal ending, am I right? Lots of blood to go around. I've got a surprise in store for you guys, though. Just you wait! Also, I need you guys to keep up all the votes and support! We are slipping from our high position in Paranormal! Just want you guys to remember that I love you all and hope you have a great day/night!$$