"It seems that you enjoy it"
"What?"
"You are smiling like a little kid with a new toy"
I touched my face and, indeed, I was smiling.
I thought that I already learned on how to control my emotions.
"But that was only the beginning"
Interrupting my thoughts, the man took 6 other pictures and put it in the table.
"Drowning… Poison…set it on fire… electroshock… acid and dismembering"
Looking at the 7 pictures in front of me, I recalled what happened on those 3 years after Leonardo was sentenced to his house arrest.
...................
It was raining.
Not too unusual, it was the rainy season after all.
As I looked at the grave in front of me. I could feel the rain drops on my shoulders.
'Hey! Don't stay in the rain Noah! You will catch a cold!'
"Even now… I can still hear your voice… Io sis…"
It has been one year since you left me… and I still can't believe that you are not by my side.
'Little Noah, look here! Your big sis managed to secure a job!'
'You managed to get a scholarship!? That's my little brother for you! We have to celebrate'
'Hehe, I am so proud of you, my little brother'
As memories flooded my mind. I couldn't help but grip my cross.
This cross was the first gift my sister gave me.
It was the cross of our lord. When my sister took out the nun outfit, she gave me the cross.
'Always keep this with you, little Noah, our lord will protect you!' She said with a smile.
"To be honest sis, I wasn't really that into religion" I said.
I really wasn't, I didn't know why, I guess that… faith… was a gift that I didn't receive.
However…
What I do believe in… is in justice.
"Or at least… I did"
Taking out a piece of newspaper where that son of a bitch was apologizing…
It's disgusting…
"FUCK!"
I throw the piece to the ground and stomp it madly. I drop to the ground, kneeling in front of the paper, as it disappeared in the water…
"Almost like you, sister…"
*DROP*
*DROP*
As the rain keep falling, I took the cross out of my neck.
Looking it one last time. I made a small pit in the grave.
'You are light, my little brother, always remember that'
"I am sorry, sister, it seems that I am not what you think I was"
I put the cross on the pit and buried there.
I wasn't a believer, but I always thought that 'divine' justice did exist.
But it didn't…
"If it doesn't exist… then I will the one to bring… justice"
I looked at the grave on last time before turning.
"I will be… a demon…"
.....................….
"It felt good, didn't it?"
Taking me out of my memories. I looked back at the guard, who was smiling at me.
"It didn't"
"Don't lie" Said the man, with an unusual voice.
"I-"
Feeling an impulse, like a whisper telling me what to say…
"Yes, it did feel good"
"What exactly… did it feel good about it?"
"Everything… from the haunting… to their screams… beginning me for mercy…"
What's going on…
Why I am telling him this…
"Good" Said the guard.
After that the impulse was gone and it seemed that I finally regained control.
"What… what did you to me!?"
"Nothing… is just that… I hate lies you know?" Said the man.
He took the pictures and put it into the folder, finally closing it and leave it on the table.
"So, after all of this, what's next?"
"Huh?"
"I ask you… after your…justice… what's next?"
What's is he talking about?
"There is no next, I will die, paying for the things I have done, there is no… next…"
"Quite the interesting words you just say…"
"What?"
"Pay for the things I have done… it implies that you have done something wrong, and you have to pay the consequences of your actions"
"So what?"
The man crossed his legs and took put his hands on his chin.
"But you don't seem to believe that you have done anything bad… do you?"
"I…"
They were bad things.
I killed people.
No matter the reason, I did kill them.
I let the wrath cloud my reason and did something horrible.
"But… was that something… bad?"
"Of course-…"
Just as I was to answer, a though came to my mind.
What is bad?
Those trashes… did they didn't deserve what they when through?
Yes…
Yes… they did deserve it.
"You are right"
I looked at the man, whose long fingers were trying to reach me.
Wait…
Those fingers…
Where way too long to be normal…
And they were… black?
"AHHH!" I shouted as I fell from the chair.
The guard stood up and walked towards me.
"You see… Noah Racksters…"
"I am…"
The man took out his hat.
A pair of deep red eyes looked back at me.
"A big fan of yours"