Perspectives: Cortosis

by **agentaaa** Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:44 pm

Ya know, I really do love my life. I get to eat people, kill people... Well, I'd probably get to do more, except I'm not really interested in doing anything else. See, in my opinion, there's two types of people in this world: Me, and everyone else who needs to die. there's only one person in that first list, at least, as far as I know. For all I know, Chaos might make a copy of me one day. Wouldn't that be fun? I'm getting off topic... was there a topic to begin with? I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really care that much... Oh, right, me.
One time, Chaos asked me why I killed people. It was a surprising question, given that until Chaos decided to explain to me(And sometimes she doesn't explain, just lets me flounder. She's rather silly that way.) how regular people think, I didn't know no-one else just arbitrarily picked the goal.
See, the way I see it, everyone needs something to do. Some people get satisfaction from doing cool paintings, or doing work, or family and friends. Some others prefer to gamble, or eat exotic food. Some of them, like me, just enjoy the pleasure of taking a sword and cutting off somebody's toes one by one, and throwing them a treat if their screams are entertaining...
Not many, though, not many.
But my point is, everyone has to have a purpose. Without purpose, you do nothing, and get bored. I don't get any chance at a job. I don't have any family, grown in a test tube and all. And given I was a test subject that was essentially jeered at, I didn't really have any friends either. So, that left one thing for me to do, and that was to kill people. To kill all people. and I think I chose a career path well suited for me. The pleasure of stabbing a person's child in front of him, the hilarious results I get when I throw my butchered victims in front of their friends horrified eyes... oh, I get shivers just thinking about it! There's really no downside, and nothing to worry about, in this job.
Or, I should say, almost nothing to worry about. See, every once in a while, I get a little worrying feeling in my heart. A nagging thought of what happens if everyone dies. Killing is my purpose. It's my love. Everything I do is about killing. So, eventually, it stands to reason that, like built-up methane in a human or ants in an ant-eater's territory, eventually, they'll run out. Disappear. all go away. The problem is, what do I do then?
If I kill all of them, if I run out of creatures to kill, then aren't I just... alone?