Matthew

[*Midnight Stars*]

niceh

[Mz. Hyde]

This is awesome, very well written..
I'm reading my way through it and i'm so far very impressed

[Make_a__Scene]

“Monologues are dreadful things. Boring for both parties, wouldn’t you say?”
No answer.

“Oh, c’mon, I know you agree with me. But there’s only one way to break a monologue, and that’s-“ he held up two fingers, “-a conversation. Let’s face it, there’s really no such thing as a one-way conversation; that’s just a monologue. And, honestly, my own monologuing is killing me right now. Say something.”
Still nothing.

“All right,” Matty sighed. He tugged on an invisible strand of fishing line, which in turn seemed to cause the captured man an excruciatingly large amount of pain. Matty didn’t flinch.

“I really do hate torturing people. Shall we try this conversation thing again? Now then, how are you?”
He tugged lamely, futilely at the binds around his wrists; he coughed, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva onto Matty’s floor. Matty sneered at the mess.

“In horrible pain,” he finally decided to answer.
“Ah,” Matty chuckled light-heartedly. “Ha, yes, that does happen.”
“You’re sick,” the man struggled to say, though he still managed to give it a bite.
“Hm, yes. How observant of you. And a tad cliché.” Matty’s eyes slid to the side and then up, as if addressing an invisible person in the room.

“Why are you doing this?” He grunted. “I’ve done nothing to you; I don’t even know you.”
“I suppose you haven’t done anything to me,” Matty looked as though he was thinking about it, trying to find a fault with that statement. “But I’m sure you would have done something to me in the future. Preventive measures are necessary.”

“That doesn’t make any sense! You can’t punish me for something that I haven’t even done!”
“I disagree.” Matty tugged on the line again and watched with blinking eyes, as the meat bag screamed in what could be assumed was agony. A finger rolled across the floor, tapping Matty’s boot and stopping. “You seem to have dropped your finger.”

“Humans don’t deserve much, the filthy worms. They’re a detriment to themselves and each other; I’m really doing the world a favour. Aren’t I just too kind?”

“But you’re human too.” It was all he could muster up to say, busy sulking over his lost digit.
“Don’t let the skin fool you.”

Having grown bored of keeping a sliver of false hope alive within the imprisoned dirt pig, Matty wrapped invisible lines around his fingers and tugged with both hands. What was once a man were now only bits and pieces and a mess on Matty’s floor. Despite the mess on his floor, Matty did seem to enjoy the new splash of colour added to his face and clothes. It gave him a pleasant excuse to go shower.