The balance of life and death is simply never an easy thing that one would like to experience. Doctors constantly on call in order to help a patient who is clinging to life, trying to cure any kind of ailment they may have or prevent future ones. They’re seen as heroes in the eyes of friends, families, and those who are always watching their efforts to keep people alive. But what if there are heroes in death?
People who would happily carry the burden of knowing they took a life, ones who see death as a reward for being nasty in life. Just like people try to find excitement in their time alive, there are those who thrive in seeing somebody die in front of them. It’s all the same, isn’t it?
Life is death, and seeing death brings life to some.
I stuffed the pillow case into his mouth, making sure his screams were as muffled as possible. After tightening the bed straps around his wrists and ankles, he was now ready for his treatment.
I pulled out a small vial and syringe from my pocket and prepared the dose.
“You know, Mr. Scott, you should have seen this coming. You’ve done some terrible things in life.”
I climbed onto the bed, straddling Mr. Scott’s hips as I focused on his neck. I pushed his head back and stabbed the needle into the first vein I found, pumping in the dose.
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