• What was it that made people human? Was it how they looked, or how they carried themselves, or what they thought, or what they said? Who decided what was human and what was not, anyway? Was there even a person who decided this? If so, he would really fancy a chat with them right then, if his nails were ever able to graze his handcuffs.

    But he didn’t understand why he was there in the first place. What was wrong with world peace? What was wrong with new world order? What was wrong with just a bit of casualties to get there? Great things came with great sacrifice, didn’t they?

    “Not things like that,” his friend had spat bitingly, the rain pelting and wind howling around his little house as he poured more coffee into their mugs. “You can’t just kill people and expect new world order. There isn’t such a thing as new world order.”

    He had laughed at that, the sound swaying in and out of insanity. He had laughed because his friend was such a fool, such an idiot. However, he understood. New world order seemed so absurd as it had never existed before he had arrived. He at one time was as blind as his friend, but he had finally reached the light, realizing the error that was humanity.

    Hand still bloody from the knife he’d clutched so tightly just a hour before, he latched onto his friend’s jacket, relishing the stain and the surprised grunt, and grinned madly.

    “This world is ours! Humans are stupid creatures, intelligence no more complex than that of an animal.” He could hear that woman then, shrieking and begging for her worthless little life. “They lie like animals, steal like animals, and kill like animals.” His eyes reached another level of madness once he noticed the frantic beating of his wide-eyed friend’s heart. “We can destroy them, destroy this society, and rule, make it our own. Just you and me. They’d bow down to us, revere us. Imagine it!”

    The look of horror that had plastered itself to his friend’s face was replaced by repulsion. “That’s disgusting,” he ground out, voice hoarse, “That’s completely mental.”

    He sighed in defeat and stared at his friend in pity. He was so blinded by the teachings of these horrid animals called humans that he couldn’t see, couldn’t understand the power they had, the power they could get. His friend sided with them, the enemy. His eyes narrowed dangerously as his friend stood from his chair to rinse his mug in the sink. He was too far gone, and, if not taken care of, could prove a threat.

    His eyes strayed to the knife that now pristine sang its eerily sweet song to him. His hand left a glorious red trail as it inched towards the glinting metal.

    “I don’t know why you think like that,” his friend muttered, wiping the mug with a rag. “If I could change you–”

    The rest was replaced by a sharp gasp. He sighed as his friend slumped forward into the sink, counting the remaining heartbeats until there was a halt and a final lurch. It wasn’t until that point that he pulled back, slowly extracting the blade and placing it down with care into the red-tinted sink, the running water bringing forth the shiny silver once again.

    “Forgive me,” he whispered in farewell, brushing back the lank black hair from the eyes that now saw without seeing. “If only you understood.”

    It was a stupid killing, he realized now, bound and unaware of where he was. Not only had he lost a dear friend but also he left too much evidence. After a good seven months of clever evading of the police, with one careless move he was caught. However, with his friend gone, even if he did find a way out of this, he wouldn’t have anywhere to flee to. He frowned as he clawed the handcuffs again. But, that was the condition of great things, wasn’t it? They came with great sacrifices.