The glint of the stainless steel serrated blade caught Renton's eye, bringing him out of his daze. He had been waiting for this chance for what seemed months now. Waiting and patiently planning. He had known long ago that the deathblow needed to be dealt and he knew that that blow was needed soon. He stood with a coarse stillness in his mind and body. He wasn't quite sure if he'd be able to do it. He was even less certain about whether the outcome would be the one he had planned on for so long. Still, he knew what had to be done. He knew that this person, his "victim", was nothing short of pure evil and had to be stopped-at all costs.
For him, the biggest surprise was that it came down to him to perform this act. He had never even hit someone let alone become a killer overnight. He had been sure that someone else would have done this job long ago. Whether it was someone who had planned meticulously or just someone caught up in a fit of anger. It didn't matter to him, so long as it didn't come down to him. Yet there he stood, poised and ready to strike. "One" by Metallica was playing loudly in the background.
He still had to wait for the right timing. That was crucial to this whole ordeal. He didn't want to risk any chance of being found out or having his mission destroyed, leaving himself to fester and wallow in his own ineptitude. The time was approaching, and he would not be denied what he felt to be his destiny. That was for certain.
Why else would it come down to him? He helped create this monster. It was he who would be forced to send it back to the hell from which it came. Most wouldn't view the monster's actions as that bad, but to him they were inexcusable and reprehensible.
The time was now. He was ready to strike. He cautiously raised the knife above his head, and at the pinnacle of "One" he struck his first blow.
Darkness, Imprisoning me. All that I see, absolute horror.
The first blow went in surprisingly smooth. His mind started racing, thinking of everything the monster had begun. Renton, not realizing it had begun enjoying his work, screaming aloud.
I cannot live, I cannot die.
"This is for abandoning your friends!"
"This is for giving up!"
Trapped in myself.
"This is for hurting her!"
"This is for killing her inside!"
Body my holding cell.
Renton had calmed. Speaking only calmly on his last thrust of the bloody blade.
"And this is for destroying her with everything you've done."
With that, Renton thrust the blade in and twisted, grimacing the entire time.
Renton looked down to and examined the twelve puncture wounds and blood that now covered his chest and abdomen. He paid close attention to each wound making sure he had hit the vital spots. He smiled at what he felt was a job well done.
He carefully laid the blade down on the table, leaned back, and gasped his last breath.
The monster was finally asleep.


Yet another twist