I seek solace in the quiet whims of the spring

I watched with glee as you struggled with the grim reaper. Soon it was going to be your last breath. Death is too strong, and you can't win him.

"you can't escape me"

I have taken another victim. I've lost count of how many, but yes, another one has joined god in his heavenly realm. What am I? What benign arts do I practice, to instill pain and suffering onto others for the joy of it?

Who said that I'm human. I am not human.

I am merely the essence of death

I am not the grim reaper. I am not death. I merely help death. The servant of death itself. Are you scared of me? Are you scared of my practice, or are you scared of death itself? Death is a scary thing, but it is only the start of a new journey.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair

Death and killing are nothing wrong. I merely do what I think is fair.

Loaded and ready. 1 bullet loaded into the cartridge. Waiting for the perfect timing. Scope aimed at the head.....

BANG

and hes dead. Shot in the head. The president is dead. My first assassination. 

My last. 

I have stopped. This is no longer fun. The mutilation of the human flesh is what I desire, as threads of flesh are torn off from the arm, as strings of muscles are shredded off from the legs. As the head is slowly cut off from the body. Slowly.... slowly.

Watch as you wake up, gagged up and tied down. I wanna have some.... fun.

Yes.. fun...

Want to play with me? I will make sure you...enjoy it.

Ah, that horror on your face...exhilarating. Wonderful. See as you start crying. You start shouting through your gag. Your eyes are strewn with horror.

I took out your gag, and you start screaming. 

"I don't deserve to die!"

Everyone deserves to die. I smile at you, the classic smile of the joker. My fake sincerity must have been detected. Oh well. You'll die soon anyway.

I put your arms inside the furnace.. and I start burning it. That tortured look as you scream out in pain. You beg for me to stop. 

NO

I take your arms out. Their burned.. charred. The flesh has torn out, streaks of pink red, burnt muscle could be seen. You can't feel your arms anymore. Your whole mouth is bleeding, as you bit your tongue during the pain. 

You start crying. The tears are filled with blood.

Good. Your time is almost up. 

I dump your whole body into the furnace. You struggle, but you're not as strong as me. 

You cry and scream and beg for me to let you go. You scream like there's no tomorrow.

Haha, there is no tomorrow. 

Your screams, your shrieks pierce the air. But slowly, slowly.. the shrieking stops. And everything becomes silent again other than the sound of burning flames.

Victim #204

Rest in peace.

- This is a challenge of a gory post as compared to Ernest's post. I think i failed though