[King Ra.]

TOPIC: All insanity meets awareness for but a single second.


Between Sticks & Stones Part II. 'The Mental Prison of the Mysterious One.'


ACT I. The Return.

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in here darkness rules. welcome to my abode.
a basement filled with the stench of carcass fumes,
behold- the conscious tomb. a prison that harbors fools
who weild the sharpest tools. making cuts as smooth as
a barbers cool. the start of any martyrs doom.
within me lies a heart unscrewed.
a powerful mind.
a devious plan for a murderous time.
sticks & stones will certainly break your bones,
make the wrong choice & it's your life-

.... who dares to contest my throne,
who dares to pay the price?....


ACT II. The Investigation.

the victim's body, look there. our killer left another sign, a signature.
he's really good. too good. and every murder is done in particular.
note her body- it's obvious she had been held for weeks as a prisoner.
just as the previous instances, everything is done eerily similar.
he's very precise, discreet. leaves no trace, no clue.
i've studied each crime commited, not one fingerprint to view.
forensics is pretty baffled, it's as if nothing happened but an accident.
i know there is more to this.... i know i'm getting closer to unveiling the truth.


ACT III. Within the Depths of the Darkness.

you're in my world now, detective roberts.
who are you? reveal yourself!

here lies the problem for which there is no solution,
put your weapon down, within these bounds it is useless.
between reality & the illusion, what is real? for each is but a distraction.
see I feel the angst you have inside & it's that which will bring you to ruin.
what makes you arrive to that conclusion? i've finally got you. now freeze!
you have the right to remain silent. now down to the ground, on your knees!
detective, detective; did you not listen nor take heed to my message before?
you're in my world now. the real question now is, where is yours?


the detective took a moment to understand what was said,
his adreanaline pumped furiously, then he shouted,
PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!!!

Silence fell. Tension rose.
The mysterious one solemnly spoke:

sticks & stones may break thy bones,
but words shall never hurt thee....

sleep is the cousin of death. a dream is the furious sister.
you can't pay the reality check without cashing in when you kiss her.
that makes the moment that much important, that much clearer
the second the blade pierces the skin, & the hours it'll take to peel her.
the epidermic abrasions. deep, burning sensations.
the soft whimpers, persuasive. a sadistic liasion.
she quivers & gazes, picture the look on her face when-
she pleads for christ sake to keep me from the next bone I might break.
you can't connect the dots, nor is there ever a slight trace.
no evidence left behind.... you're out of your damn mind.
i'm a ghost in your world that you're unable to see,
detective, what makes you think that you have truly captured me?


ACT IV. A Revelation of the Past.

detective roberts:
a killer's mind runs like clockwork, their brain is as a mental asylum.
something triggers their nerves to attack any human beside them.
it's hard to tell whether they are ever aware of the actions they take,
sometimes that tiny window, that single second, could be the difference
between the decisions they make.
i've spent nights trying to understand how our murderer may work,
what's his next move,
is he insane? does he find pleasure in each victim he steps to?


ACT V. The Grand Finale.

detective, what makes you think that you have truly captured me?

It took a little bit for roberts to soak in what was said,
because so many thoughts were racing through his head.
he takes a second to observe his surroundings,
the darkness began to fade & what he saw behind it was astounding.
stood in the middle of what seemed to be a glass box, perhaps in the middle of an ocean?
he noticed that wasn't exactly the case, something seemed odd in this moment.
detective, as I mentioned before, reality is but a illusion,
the world you once deemed as fact is nothing more than a delusion.
you will never catch me in the midst of confusion,
keep up your investigation & you'll meet a crushing conclusion.

ACT VI. The Beginning.

The glass shattered to bits, detective roberts fought the waters
to reach the surface to breathe.....

.... detective, welcome to my abode. what brings you to me?




(alarm goes off)


ROBERTS!
ROBERTS!
what do you have so far on this serial killer investigation?


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