1Sa-Ma-Ba

The Sadist Teen

sadism

1. n. : The deriving of sexual gratification or the tendency to derive sexual gratification from inflicting pain or emotional abuse on others.

2. n. : The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from cruelty.

3. n. : Extreme cruelty.

sadistic

adj : deriving pleasure or sexual gratification from inflicting pain on another ant: masochistic.

sadist

n : someone who obtains pleasure from inflicting pain on others ant: masochist

It was just any morning walking to school for Sade Marquise. Just like any other day he was wearing a long black sleeve and long black cargo pants. In his right arm he had his black courier bag with his laptop in it, one of his very few prized possession. He used it for browsing the web whenever he had the chance to during school. He used it just to look at guitar tabs and read lyrics to his favorite rock bands. Well, that’s what he told everyone. He actually uses the thing to watch and download snuff films. He would also just look at police photos of brutally beaten victims. He didn’t like the police photos for one reason. They would white out the eyes not allowing Sade to view the look of horror that was imprinted in their faces right before they got killed by whatever killed them.

Yes, that was Sade’s hobby. He loved watching people in torment or being tormented. He loved seeing a look of great discomfort on human or any living creatures face. That was the sixteen year old walking down the street heading to towards the local highschool. Walking with his dark grey, long, wavy hair covering his face. His face which had white foundation and black eyeshadow with black eyeliner. Not as if there weren’t enough black to contrast with his almost unearthly pale looking skin he also was wearing black lipstick. His nails were also painted unsurprisingly black. Apart from his original appearance being changed enough with the makeup he had several piercing on his face also. Three above each of his eyebrows, two on the lower parts of each ear, three on his upper ear, a nose ring on his left nostril, a tongue ring, and a piercing on the lower right corner of his lips. This boy has each and everyone of his long finger nails pierced. This boy clearly doesn’t mind getting some of the pain he dishes out to those unlucky enough to pass him.

Even as a child he was always this way. As far back as three years (much likely earlier) of age he was already finding great pleasure in torturing anything that crawled his way. At first it was a little different. He would kill whatever it was he had in his grip fast. A lizard, scorpion, squirrel, bunny rabbit, whatever it was he would kill it almost on sight. After about a year of discovering ways that things died he got a puppy. His parents surely wouldn’t have gotten it for him if they knew what were in store for it. They were totally oblivious to everything their little Sade was doing, the way Sade loved the red liquid that poured out of all his furry victims. When Sade got his puppy at the age of four he did to it what he did to every animal. He killed it. This time with a sharp knife. Sade had discovered how effective sharp objects were and had become quite fond of using them. The poor innocent puppy eyed mammal was just another thing on the receiving end of Sade’s blade. The killing didn’t go as smoothly as it did with smaller reptiles, insects, and rodents as it did with his puppy, Warrior. He didn’t kill it fast and instead had made it pretty messy.

He was blood soaked watching the wounded puppy scream in terrible pain. Whimpering wildly while this boy stared wide eyed at it. His parents were both home in the upstairs bedroom in the heat of having sex hoping that Sade would be busy with his knew friend. There were rudely interrupted by the dying pup’s scream. The both slipped on something and came running downstairs quickly catching sight of the bloody mess. Both parents were horrified and looking at the blood soaked Sade. The rushed towards him. They swiftly picked him up feeling something sharp against his stomach Mr. Marquise pulled his blood drenched son away to realize that he had a knife in his hands. It didn’t take long for his parents to piece it together hoping that they were wrong. His parents loved animals deeply and to know that their previously thought to be innocent, child were responsible for all this.

Sade couldn’t of cared less he had just found a new joy. He loved the screaming noise the poor animal had made in it’s last few moments. He savored the look in it’s dyeing eyes. He treasured the amount of blood spilled. He was delighted by the sight of his internal organs showing. He had just found something he would want to spend the rest of his life doing. He didn’t care how his parents were yelling at him. Whenever he saw them all he could was think of how they looked horrified, scared, shaken at the sight of what he all by himself had made. He didn’t care the way they physically abused him caused by the rage of him doing what he did to a dog. He didn’t care how they used knives, fire, biting, and tried almost every way imaginable to create physical pain and teach him how it’s not good.

After then anything he got his hand on he would kill it slowly. He soon developed ways to make the pain last and ways to prolong the screaming. He went for larger animals. Stray cats even. His favorite though were stray dogs. He practically mastered the art of killing at the age of five. He developed a liking for horror and the occult. When he got his own computer at the age of 7 just entering the second grade he would research everything on things like that. After a few weeks of obsessive research he knew just about everything there was. With the internet’s help he refined his art of killing. He then mastered ‘that’ almost by the summer of third grade. He was almost as good as any trained assassin. Back in the first grade had commit his first human murder. He had snapped one of his classmates neck.

It was a huge story on the cover of almost every single newspaper. His parents got sued. It was just one thing in a chain of events that lead to his parents divorce. In the fourth grade he was just so fed up with school and life he did it again but now with his new found lust for inflicting pain he had tied and gagged his victim swiftly. He had a steak knife he snuck from home and began to dissect the frightened fifth grade girl. This time he was expelled from that school. At this point in there life he fled France with his father to Japan. Back at home his father kept in touch with his ex-wife to find out what was happening. Sade’s computer had been confiscated by the police and was being searched for reasons to his behavior. Sure enough they found out everything about Sade’s obsessions. They learned Japanese quite fast. Then his father began to send Sade to a shrink. Sade wouldn’t reveal a single thing about himself. A few thousand dollars down the drain for his already financially drowning father. After being set back a year due to not understanding the Japanese language Sade began going to fifth grade. He had made quite a lot of friends. By the time he was in the 6th grade he had a new computer which was being tightly monitored by his father. Though that could not stop Sade from continuing what he loved doing. He now knew how to wipe anything that shouldn’t be on his computer from his hard-drive.

Finally he appeared completely normal (except for his gothic fashion sense but his dad had to give him room for fear he might become a killer again although Sade still killed any animal he got his hands on) by the 8th grade and regained complete trust from his father. As a present for going into the ninth grade he got his own personal laptop. Ninth grade rolled around and soon found out through sources that there were demands for the snuff films he so very much liked. The Japanese culture was pretty open to anything. Snuff films were just starting to gain popularity. It was hard to get and there was such a demand for a nearly non existing market. Sade had a small allowance and needed the cash to get all the clothes and things his dad forbid him to wear, all the music he was forbidden to hear, and all the movie he was not allowed to see. He started importing, he found ways of distributing it easily. That sadly was still not satisfying his customers. He knew of only one way to satisfy it. They were his customers and he knew their personal movie tastes. It’d been about years since his last human kill. He knew it could be done. He had grown stronger and more skillful. The city was large and the murder count was already high. He could easily kill people in various non-relating and torturous ways. He would do it miles away from where he lived in random places at random times.

He knew it had to be done, to fulfill his customers request and his own desires. He paid some of reliable his customers to purchase him various firearms. Then, sometime during the winter it had started. Cold blooded killings baffling the police. Not a single one seemed to be related to another in anyways possible. It ranged from strangulations to for no apparent reason people being killed by AK-47's. During those times he started getting a little feisty with his compulsive gambling father. The good for nothing man claiming that gambling can make a living. His father was in his freaking seventies and obviously out of his mind. He had also taking up drinking casually, that soon turned to an obsession. The father was asking the most ridiculous things of his son. Sade was starting to yell very harmful things to his father making his Dad’s condition worsen. He started physically abusing his father. That wasn’t as bad a problem as with the mental abuse he was dishing out to 75 a seventy five year old man who used to have everything but now had almost nothing. His father was a man who had came from nothing, made something of himself, and then loses it all because of his murderous son. He still tried to live proudly even when there was almost no money.

One day after yelling at his father beating the fragile man he decided to go onto the computer to see if his Mom wasn’t as pathetic as his dad. He typed her name and google and got quite a lot of results some were porn but Sade highly doubted his Mom would be doing such a thing. She was very attractive indeed to be a porn star but she was a highly paid and respected French surgeon. There was no way it could’ve been her. He clicked on the tab for his results to show up as images. When the page loaded the results he saw weren’t his mom as he had expected. Just to be safe he scrolled down a bit. He a smile was soon brought upon his face knowing his mom was a porn star. The part of him that made him love seeing people in pain loved knowing of all people his mother was now a good for nothing whore. She wasn’t even a respectable porn star. She stared in very low budget movies. He enjoyed a few of her pictures and even some badly done movies. After that he spent his day from “work” off watching snuff films and completing homework assignments and projects. It was a very profitable career which as much as he hated his father, gave him much of the profits. He was earning thousands of dollars a week. Most of the money he saved some he reinvested in his “business.” He would buy gifts for his father. Only because he had so much money to burn. It was by no means a show of sympathy. He had virtually no use for the money. He had all the CDs and DVD he would ever want or need. He bought food for him and his dad. He paid the bills. Not once did his dad question how. His dad was always too out of it. He had a closet jam packed with all black clothes. All similar to this day that he’s walking down school.

He was now walking as tenth grader. Walking to the school he was only blocks away from. The one he had so easily passed the entrance exams to get into. Despite being a cold blooded murderer he loves doing his school work. He turned one final corner to get on a short straight forward path that would leave him at the front gates to his school. Hidetada High School, built originally as a school with some other name that was forgotten. It was renamed because their biggest patron wanted to have it renamed in honor of her favorite historical leader, Tokugawa Hidetada. Tokugawa Hidetada (1579-1632)- Second shogun of the Tokugawa shogunate. It was still only 7:30 and first bell didn’t ring until 8:20. Sade had obviously much time to spend so he headed up to his first classroom period where he found the room unlocked as it usually was. He sat down in his favorite seat in the back of the room next to a window and pulled out his lap top.

He sat there just watching some of the old snuff films he had downloaded and some he had made himself for 50 minutes, till the bell rang. He didn’t care how voices filled the school as more and more students came and where standing gossiping outside. He didn’t even say good morning to his teacher who came in around 8:00. He could have cared less when his class mates little by little came in and started talking and playing card games waiting for the bell to ring. He was careful though not to let a single one of his classmates notice what he was up to. It had happened once nearing the end of ninth grade. Luckily it was almost the end of sixth period on a Friday. He stalked the girl till she neared a dark alley way drag her in tied and gagged her and whipped out his trusty digital cam-corder. He pressed the record button as he began to rape the virgin 14 year old. After finishing he killed and proceeded to rape the corpse. He did just about every position. It was actually pretty funny it sold so much since it was of a teen rape. Ever since then though he became very cautious.

A few moments before first bell rang he started to log off of his laptop and put it away. It was Friday and Sade was planning on going to some gothic club in Tokyo. He had until 3:00 till school gets and to go home. That was 40mins. away and until then he was stuck in his English class. It was one of his easiest class. Most of the things he liked were American so he took a interest in learning the language. He speaks it as well as he dose French and Japanese. He sat their bored. Classes usually get boring for him since he doesn’t like talking to anyone. The only thing that keeps him entertained is actual work. All the people in his school were mostly nerds and preps. There were a few wanna be rappers and some rockers but the weren’t anything like him. The Goths were just going through a phase. The I hate life I’m going to slit my wrist and die phase. It pissed him off to see them make such a bad name for the real Goths.

Since it was a Friday his English teacher who was an attractive (which he didn’t find her attractive) blonde haired woman just usually went with some lesson that didn’t really matter. Or at least not to Sade that meant there was no work for class so he just sat there. She was a little short but she had a nice rack although Sade didn’t really care about any of that. He only participated enough in all of his classes to maintain his perfect straight A’s. She was wearing a pink long sleeve shirt a long black skirt. That was basically first period and for second he had P.E. He didn’t mind playing the sports. It helped him to build his strength and speed for when he made his kills, he was pretty good at coming up with plays, and he got his occasional “accidental” foul which would usually have them leave the class paralyzed, miss school for two weeks, then show up in neck braces or wheel chairs. They were concluding playing basketball ball and it was the last two winning teams. His team with him on it was obviously a finalist. Because he was had pretty decent height his team decided to have him jump for the ball. He saw this as one of the sweetest opportunities to score some major damage on his classmates. He was the fastest person, actually he was best at everything.

The whistle blew and Sade was in the air with his left leg he tripped his opponent having him fall with a cracking noise showing he had possibly broken his legs. With his right arm he scooped the ball up and aimed, passed it at record breaking speeds to his teammate who unluckily had bad reflexes. The ball was nailed in the center of his face. When it dropped on the floor his noise was clearly broken, his face was red and the pattern of the ball was imprinted in his face, and a few tooth were knocked loose. The coach brought off them court. He let the game resume. Sade doesn’t like making his habits obvious so he played the rest of the game clean. He beat the other team 60-0. He scored 10 shots. While making smart and much less painful passes to the other members when they were in the right places. He did it so that everyone scored at least once. That way he wouldn’t be called a ball hog by his fellow class mates not like he really cared he just liked to stay out of trouble so he would never be suspected of anything he does.

Next was math which was possibly his best subject. Able to solve some of the most complex equations and word problems in mere seconds. Today he had a worksheet which he finished in two minutes. He spent the rest of his class reading some mangas. He doesn’t really have anything else to do. For the entire period he read. Soaking up every bit of detail. He memorized every thing. The rest of the day dragged on like this. Finally when school was out he had to walk home to check on his father. He also had to get some things done and pick up an assortment of weapons before he headed out to meet some who had a kill for him to do in a Goth club. When he got home he went into his dad’s bedroom to let him know he was home and that he was going out tonight. All his Dad could do was say “Alright, Son and have a good time.” He finished his homework, took a shower, got dressed and left. He wore a black fishnet with a black shirt under and long black pants. After he decided to put on all his make up and put on all his earrings. He decided to drive to meet his customer. With all his connections and info on all his various customers to blackmail he had gotten himself fake Ids, driver’s license, and a nice garage of different transportation vehicles. Used for getting him from point A to point B. Most were imports, he had a few cycles, he had different cars. He had convertibles, trucks, sports cars, everything.

He had chosen one of his favorites. A nice little yellow motorcycle. Good for racing, but has never been used for that purpose because he is an underage driver not looking for trouble. He put his matching yellow helmet on, half for safety and half to conceal his identity as a teen. He took off on his motorcycle and quickly sped off to the river bank where he was to meet his client. When he got there, there was a limousine with what appeared to be two body guards standing in front of the back door. On his site they pulled open the door and a chubby Asian man wearing white pants and a Hawaiian shirt with a baseball cap stepped out. The narrow eyed man smiled his mouth which had a small mustache. Sade stopped his bike and hopped off taking his helmet off and tucking it under his right arm. He walked up to the shorter man, Sade was wearing his usual expressionless face.

“Konichiwa, Sade-chan!“ The old man said with a smile while grabbing Sade and giving him a huge fatherly hug. Releasing Sade and stepping back he said, “Wow you dressed the part huh?” Sade gave a slight smirk. “Well you know what I like, a kinky little teen. One that’s into chains and cuffs. Tonight though I would like for you to try a different method of killing.” Sade cocked his left eye a bit. “I was wondering if you could tie her to a chair and set it on fire? You know after you’ve done what you like. I don’t mind if a limb or two is missing. Is that okay with you my boy?” Sade laughed. “Sure old man anything for my favorite customer. Just be here same time tomorrow to pick it up.” The man’s face was delighted that Sade had accepted his request. “Arigato, Sade. Jaa ne!” and with that the man walked off . He stepped into his car having his two bodyguards close the door for him, and then they themselves got in the card and sped off. Sade was happy about his job. Fire was such a slow and wonderful way to kill someone. As like every other killing technique he perfected how to make the person stay alive and conscious for long periods of time but it was hard to cover up and sometimes hard to get the right location to do it. He was thinking that as he stood next his bike with his hands on the seat. He also thought of the perfect place and decided it would be a treat for his customer. He put back on his helmet and hopped onto his bike.

He rode off towards the club in Tokyo he thought would be perfect to pick up the girl. Before he got there he had to first pick up a sufficient amount of gasoline. Then he had to had to deliver it back to the place he found for the burning. Finally after that he went to the club. He had to wait outside a bit because it wasn’t quite ready to open. The line was pretty long but he used that the time to start to scope out victims. He saw very few. Some though he really like. Finally the doors opened and everyone soon packed the club. Music started playing. It was a Japanese band that Sade loved, Dir en Grey. The song set a mood for Sade. It matched him. The way he was prowling and at the same time was listening to music. He quickly found his prey and to his luck she wasn’t with anyone. She was standing alone at the bar just asking to be picked up and screwed. Sade went up and ordered the strongest drink they had. The girl next to him noticed and thought something was wrong. “Hey, is something bothering you? Trying to get loaded like that? Maybe some hot sex might cure what ails you.” Sade got his drink and handed it to the girl. “Not really I was buying this for you. Seems I won’t need this to get you into bed.” The girl just had the funniest expression at not expecting such a response. “ She grabbed the drink off the counter and chugged it. “I’ll take it anyways.” After Sade and his new friend Shuza had a few drinks Sade quickly knew he didn’t want to kill her. She wanted anything. Normally Sade wouldn’t mind picking up these types of girls. He would just fuck them and show them that they can’t handle what he dishes out and would get them bound with ropes and chains. He would perform surgery on his live victims. Even though his client had asked for someone who was up for it, he wanted someone who hasn’t tried it.

He paid for their drinks and plainly said I’m not interested in you. He got up from his bench and proceeded to walk away. “Wait! I’ll make it the best you’ve ever had.” Sade ignored her and kept walking. “Come let me at least blow you.” Sade turned around said, “I don’t want you, you STD infected whore. Look at yourself. Your such a horny whore.” He grabbed her by the shoulder threw up against a wall and said, “Look, I’m looking for someone interested in kinky shit.” The girl was confused. “ I am, I—“ she started before Sade interrupted ”SHUT UP!” Sade snarled. “Let me finish, you wench. I want some who hasn’t done S&M yet. The girl brushed Sade’s arm off and said, “ If I can fake an orgasm I can fake being timid.” Sade shook his head and said, “I don’t want some damn pretender. Find someone else here who’s as horny as you are.” The girl bowed her head and started laughing. “I know what you are!” she said grabbing Sade’s arm and started screaming in his face. ‘You must be gay! A fucking homosexual, a pure breed faggot!” Sade had it. He knew he had to teach this girl her final lesson. Your not looking for a girl at all are you? You have a queer eye for the queer guy. Sade brushed her off and left the club. He exited through the back entrance. Walking under a street lamp the girl could clearly see that Sade was not 18. “How the hell did you get into the club boy?” Sade started to have a maniacal laugh. The type of laugh that showed she was going to get killed. “What the devil?” The girl said backing away. “Don’t fuck with Sade, Sade will fuck you harder.” Burning her suddenly seemed like the best thing she deserved. He knew she was all bark and no bite. She was just so horny she had no damned idea of what she was trying to get her self into. She probably hates bondage.

“You win,” Sade said trying to sound defeated. “I’ll just have to fuck the living hell out of you.” The girl let go and smiled. “That’s all I was asking.” Sade swiftly grabbed the girl firmly by her wrist and dragged her to the motorcycle. She followed like some out of it, obedient cat. Sade gave her his helmet to put and jumped on his bike. She put the helmet on and jumped on behind him and secured her arm around his waist. Before she could even do so properly he started his bike, left the parking lot, and made his way down the street at full speed toward the place where this girl was to be unknowingly burned alive. They made their way to an abandoned car factory. Shuza was a little curious as to why he would bring her there. She just went along with it anyway thinking this must be one of his kinky obsessions or something. She didn’t care because as Sade suspected she only had wanted one thing on her mind, and one thing only, to shimmy till the break of dawn.

Only because of that reason did she get off the bike and follow him inside the factory. He had prepared a special room just for this. He brought her to the room. The girl found that room more of a suiting place to do it. It had black furniture, couches and everything. Sade turned on some lights. Sade had basically turned that one room into a mini bachelor pad. He set his camera on table and hit the record button. He went to a small closet and pulled out some ropes, handcuffs, chains, a ball-gag, and some other stuff he would need. The girl was just waiting patiently for Sade’s orders. He told he to bend over the side of the couch. He walk over there and roughly tied her arms to the leg of the couch. Sade was an expert “Nawashi” or rope art practitioner. He knew to do the Japanese bondage style very well.

After getting her in one of the most painful positions the art had to offer he put a ball gag in her mouth and covered her mouth with a bandana. The girl meanwhile had done this before (not the particular position.) and to her it seemed to be going fairly smoothly. She was most definitely uncomfortable but she didn’t mind it “that” much she was hoping Sade would bring her a lot of pleasure. She heard a zipping noise meaning Sade was un-zipping his pants. She was wearing a skirt so it wouldn’t be so hard for Sade to undress her, he could just leave the skirt on and pull down the panty.

Sade stood there letting his pants and boxers fall to the ground. Cold hands grabbed at Shuza’s panty and slid it down. Without warning Sade’s prick entered Shuza’s already soaking cunt. Sade didn’t bother with any foreplay. It was going to be a pure hardcore movie. Sade was sure to not be a fool and wrap his tool. He did not want some girl he had killed to come back and haunt as some sexually transmitted infection. Sade just pumped hard and fast without letting up. He wasn’t going to start at some slow pace and pick up, he was going to tear her pussy up. He was sure to get the sexual pleasure of watching her scream in agony. He looked down and the pathetic slut was enjoying it too much. A few more pumps were given and Sade released a huge a load. He was still ready for more and so was she. He stuck it right her tiny anus and started humping away at lightening speed. This girl apparently had done anal before, and enjoyed it too because she loved what Sade was dishing out. Sade was fed up and disgusted at how much of a whore this woman was and just released in her ass. He pulled out and a mixture of blood and semen oozed out. He ran to the closet and pulled a saw. A curious but not frightened look was all that was given to Sade from the girl at the sight of the saw in his hands.

Slowly he crept up to the girl. He released her left arm from bondage and he sawed at it

slowly. He barely pierced her skin, she moaned slightly. He started to go deeper but being sure to take his time to so that the deeper he cut the more it would hurt. Shuza started to whimper slightly. The whimpers became frantic cries and streams of tears. After what seemed like eternity for the now, sorry she messed with Sade girl. She should have listened, excepted the fact the she had been rejected. Finally her arm came clear off. He took it and started to beat her with it. Blood was flying everywhere. He didn’t stop until she was bruised and her face was badly beaten. He then laid her disconnected arm in front of her and started to do the same on her right leg. Her eyes were unbelievably red and her skin was even redder, her vain was bulging to sickening sizes.

Her screams were loud and frantic even through the ball gag and bandana. Finally he was getting exactly what he wanted. He tore off the leg and beat her with it too. “Are you still horny now bitch?” He said with a crazed smile. “Would you still like to fuck with your limbs torn off?” He asked in vain because the pain was too much for her to bare. “I sure still want to fuck!” he answered his own question with joy. “Your going to get,” He stuck his more aroused penis in. He started to pump slow, savoring each thrust. His pace picked up and right before his climax he pulled out and stuffed it in her gaping butt hole. The girl was dying with pain and Sade was dying with all the pleasure he received from her screaming

He let out one last hug cum wad in her butt. He pulled his pants back on and buckled his belt. The girl went into shock long ago and adrenaline was just kicking so she sat their quiet reflecting on what was happening. Sade got out the gasoline and held in front of her face and said, “Ever done this after sex.” Eyes bulged from Shuza’s skull. Even though she was in shock she very well knew what was next. She was paralyzed with fear and pain. Even through all that pain she felt the cool liquid being poured on her body. A match was lit and her life was all over.

It started out as a tingling sensation which soon got more painful. It got to the point where it was unbearable. The open wound of her flesh burned. It was so horrible, she could even smell her self being roasted slowly alive. Her eyeballs, her ears, noise, tongue, every part her burned and she could feel it distinctly. The burning of her clothes on her, she felt that too, slowly and painfully. Then it stopped, She opened her eyes. Sade was in front of her with an empty bucket of water. Apparently he had put the fire out with it. Maybe Shuza wasn’t going to die. Maybe this is what he meant by she wouldn’t handle. Was it all over? Was he going to let her walk away? Maybe that’s all there was. Though he went way to far cutting off her arms and her legs. Maybe, just maybe they weren’t really cut off though. He could’ve cut her but the arms and legs could’ve been prostatic parts. The pain sure felt as her arm and leg had been cut off though. It was just excruciatingly unbearable. Sade started to splash more gasoline on her.

This time around Shuza struggled and started to scream all in vain. He wasn’t stopping. Not like it mattered her body was numb she couldn’t feel anything else now. Not the liquid, nor the fire starting to consume her once more. Sade very well knew that. He had basically fried all her nerves. So it was pointless she wasn’t going to scream. She was just going to die in horror of what was happening to her. That’s the last thing he was going to see out of her the look of horror. A horrid smell filled the air, it was her burning flesh. Strangely enough he enjoyed it. Repulsive smells never seemed to bother Sade, especially that of a corpses. He loved it as a matter of fact. Treasured each scent. A huge whiff of it he took, inhaling it deeply and smiling. Smiling from ear to ear. He was satisfied once more. Another victim had been painfully slaughtered under his hands. What more he was being handsomely paid for the job. Something he so very much enjoyed.

He began clean up. Something he also rather enjoyed. He liked looking at what he had created. Remembering how he killed her, the screams, the looks he received from her dying was too much pleasure for him to bare. After he finished cleaning up which took him forever because he just kept admiring and reflecting on what had happened, he finally headed home to get rest. Right before he walked out though, he stopped the still rolling digital camera. In the morning he would edit it and burn it on to a disk and make the box and everything till then sweet dreams of him killing Shuza were to come his way.

Next morning Sade woke easily and early. It was a little past sunrise but he was wide awake with excitement. He was now going to be able to re-watch the killing. He sat there,. watching her scream and cry. Loving and having fond memories of the moment, it came out perfectly, the lighting was excellent as always and the camera angle and where it was zoomed was perfect so you could see it all. He took a few screen shots and printed it out and made it into a case using the various products he had. Finally he packed some onigiris and headed out. He was going to walk to the spot. It was early and it was Saturday. He wanted to stretch and get some exercise. He decided that he was just going to spend most of that day at the riverbank.

When he arrived he laid down and just looked up at the sky, his thoughts one hundred percent clear of all thoughts. He dozed off because of his lack of sleep last night. A dreamless dream was what he dreamt. Darkness, nothingness, his mind was empty and relaxed. He had woken around mid-day quite hungry so he nibbled on one of his onigiris. To kill time he skipped rocks in the water and practiced his different martial arts forms. Unbeknownst to him he didn’t have to ever take a lesson. He knew the skills so thoroughly and knew how to execute them perfectly he would be way past black belt. Before he knew it the black car pulled up and out stepped the short old man clapping. “Bravo, you are such a skilled fighter.” Ignoring the compliment he said, “I have something that I think might interest you, just follow me up that hill to the abandoned car factory.” The old dude cocked an eye and asked “What’s in there?” Smiling, Sade replied, “A surprise.”

The old man ordered for one of his bodyguards to hand him his cane. It was a nicely decorated oak cane with Japanese characters all over it. The old man started walking and noticed his bodyguards were following. “I’m not some infant I can walk up a hill.” the man said enraged by the way his men were treating him. He started to climb the hill but it was clear that he was having some difficulties. Sade started to help him up the hill slowly. It was like a boy scout helping an elderly lady to cross the street. If Sade were watching him self himself doing such an act it would disgust him. What in the world could’ve caused such an extreme sadist to help the 67 year old man up a hill? Kindness was far from the answer. Neither was the fact that the man was a loyal customer, he would never help anyone or be treated bad for personal gain.

It took a little more time than it should normally take but they both made it to the factory. Sade led the man into the room where the actual burning had taken place. “Here it is old man, the set of where I burned the girl. Thought you might actually want to see where it takes place. I decided to do it here since it’s only walking distance away from the river bank.”

A smile appeared on the old man’s face showing he deeply appreciated what Sade had just done. “Now without further delay I present to you last night’s burning which I would like to refer to as, “Sade’s Witch Burning.” “Corny, let me just see the darned thing.” The man demanded impatiently.

Gritting his teeth Sade hooked up his equipment to a plasma TV mounted on the wall and got it to start playing. Sade sat there for the second time today watching the burning he had done last night. Lost in the moment that had occurred last night. When it ended Sade turned to the man and asked “Well?” Sade was too engrossed in movie that he had no idea the man was sitting in place sobbing silently and in disbelief at what he had seen. “What’s wrong? Over did it on the bitch?” Sade joked. “Shuza!?” the man said hardly audible. “Huh? Did I mention her name to you? Are you feeling sympathy towards her, a girl you barely know?” said confused at the fact he didn’t think he had mentioned the girl to the old man.

All the man could do was reach in his pants and pull out his wallet. He hand it opened to Sade. Sade grabbed it from the man’s unsteady arms and the first thing his eyes saw was what appeared to be a picture of Shuza. There was only one difference, she looked like some “valley girl” the type you’d see in America. “No way!” Sade stuttered nervously. “Murderer,” the man cried. “You killed my Shuza!” he said speaking up a little. “How was I supposed to know? You said gothic and kinky. That daughter of yours is a whore, you would’ve been disgraced at the way she was coming on to me. It was pathetic.” Sade spat. After seeing the man disappointed he knew there was nothing he could do except to kill him and torture him.

“Shuza,” that was all the man kept repeating. “How could you? That was my daughter...” The man asked with his eyes squeezed shut and tears flowing out of them. “You don’t think that all my victims may have had parents too?” The old man didn’t care what other people felt he was grieving over his own daughter. “I thought she was a prep. There was no way she was like that. I’ve never seen a girl who liked pink as much as her,” was all the man could say in his pathetic defense. “She lied.” Sade said almost dying of uncontrollable laughter.

“The police will get you! I will have you arrest and hanged!” the man started to scream at Sade. “How funny. You think you can pull your little mob strings to get the police after me?” Sade said laughing harder than before. “I have the government on my side. They’ve discovered me ages ago. They say I can kill whom I want, whenever I want, and wherever I want. In return I can also get to kill people for them.” The pain from laughing had Sade doubled over and clutching his stomach. “Can you imagine? Paying me with what I like which would be killing FOR killing. Come on old man lighten up isn’t that funny? Also they use me to interrogate people, and train people in the art of interrogation.” Sade looked up just for one second to see the man’s look. He was completely stupefied, the look on the guys face made Sade’s legs give out. He was now rolling on the floor, laughing his ass off, and holding his stomach. While getting up off the floor said asked, “Would you like to experience what she went through.” The man was frozen in fear. He wasn’t going to budge.

Making his way to the closet he, “You saw what I did to her, now it is your time to experience her pain.” Sade pulled out some rope and tied the man who was stiffer than a statue. There was a hook hanging from the ceiling which he hooked the man using hooks (really now?). There he was, suspended from the ceiling with the look of fear stuck on his face. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were wide. Sade cut the same arm and the same leg off the man as he did the girl. He poured the remaining gasoline on him and lit his zippo lighter kissed the man on the cheek saying, “Thanks for all those fun assignments and the hundreds of thousands of dollars I made off you alone. This will all seem like a mob hit to the police, so don’t worry I’ll still be killing.” He lit the man’s shirt sleeve which quickly caught because of the gasoline and stepped back. The flamed consumed the old man in mere seconds. The guy was so out of it he wasn’t screaming or anything he just was roasted alive like a pig over an open flame (though the pigs are generally dead... who would’ve thunk it).

He pulled a fully loaded Desert Eagle (Deagle) out of his pocket, cocked it, and went out side to deal with the guards. Making his way down the hill he went up to them who were both smoking and said in the type of voice you would use to break some bad news with a joke, “Hey, guys! Funny story here. Well remember how I was supposed to kill a girl for your boss yesterday?” They just stared at him waiting for him to continue. “Yeah, well about that. You wouldn’t believe this but it turns out that it was Shuza. You two knuckleheads know who that is right?” They both just looked at each other and shrugged. “You mean to tell me you for work for that man and don’t know who...” Sade stopped laughing and glared up at them shifting into a serious tone, “...your bosses daughter is?”

The two men stepped back choking. Sade without warning or even torturing these two men pulled out his gun and started to blow their brains out. He tucked his gun away. After that he put both men in the front seats of the car and put the gear into neutral and rolled it in the river. Lucky for Sade that it was of Japan’s deepest rivers. The car sunk quickly with bubbles coming to the surface. After that he went home for the evening and just relaxed watching anime. He just basically became a bum around the house chilling. Not something you would imagine him doing if you were to ever see him, surprisingly he does it a lot. Before he knew it Monday had rolled around.

When he woke up in the morning he gave his father his daily mental and physical abuse. He cut his flesh and everything. After he just sat there and pointed out everything bad about his father, his father was crying like a child who was being yelled at by his parents. The man was devastated. Not giving a shit about his dad he walked off to school feeling happy about ruining someone’s day so early in the morning. He knew how his dad did everything in his power to get Sade to love him. Sade saw right through his father’s attempts and did not pass up a chance to utterly crush someone’s emotion. No matter what his Dad did Sade would laugh and totally diss his father.

Sometime during the day he spotted the two kids who had suffered from Friday’s “accident.” The one who broke her legs was in a wheel chair. Fat chance of walking in the next few month’s or weeks. Her parents couldn’t sue there was just no case. Their child was clumsy and had fallen the wrong way. The other person had a neck brace, he had fallen the wrong way, his nose was also bandaged.

Also that day Sade had realized there was a knew student roaming the school. He found her rather attractive. Not something he ever thought of a girl as. He usually thought of them as sensitive creatures whose feelings were easily hurt. This one looked like those feelings couldn’t be hurt anymore. She was wearing a long black skirt and a revealing corset, or it would’ve been if her body weren’t completely wrapped in bandages. She had long blonde hair and was clearly not Asian. She did look like something out of a Gothic Lolita magazine, just about the only magazine he ever read. She was also obviously not one of those I want to slit my wrist and die, she truly loved pain. It was clear it was something Sade could pick up, he just has a sixth sense that lets him gauge someone’s ability to accept pain. Just as he gauged her ability to withstand pain she apparently vanished.

He didn’t see her again until his fifth period science class. She was from Germany but she knew perfect Japanese because she had been taking lessons there for years. Her name was Maria Schrient.

It was in the middle of a painfully boring beginning of a chapter, lecture in the same class when it happened. A student came in the classroom running with a note. The teacher which was a short elderly Japanese man wearing a plaid red jacket over a yellow shirt, long green striped pants, and the top of his head completely bald except for gray hair sticking out on both sides making him look like “Bozo the Clown,” read the little yellow piece of paper and then said to Sade in a serious yet sad, caring, and understanding tone, “I think you might want to step out of class.” The class went quiet. He sensed them. All but Maria who was paying attention out of curiosity. Sade always kept to him self and never caused any trouble. He was always a straight “A” student. What could he have done. The principal came running in asking the teacher, “Where is he?” The teacher immediately pointed Sade out. The principal cleared his throat and used the same tone his science teacher had, “Sade, I have something I need to discuss with you outside. You may also want to bring your things with you.” The whole class was just silent which Sade broke by questioning the principal, “Now why can’t you say it right here.” The principal shook his head, “It’s urgent, I think you might need to be outside when you hear this.” Sade was curious, he knew there was no way anyone would’ve known what he did to the crime lord or his daughter. Could it have been another victim? No way, the government had his back. Maybe though he went too far...

“Sade,” the principal began still using that same tone, “it’s about your father.” The mood in the class drastically changed. Suddenly everyone in that class was feeling sympathy for someone they all barely knew, someone who didn’t deserve sympathy, they were showing sympathy for the devil.

“Please tell me that good for nothing pathetic excuse for a parent finally bit it.” The way his teacher and principal bowed their heads showing that he was right, though his teacher and principal only thought the kid was joking. That’s why they excepted the way he said it. “What!” he exclaimed. They were about to console him when they heard, “Good GOD tell me I’m correct! Please!” he begged with joy. Then everyone in the classroom gazed at him in horror as he started laughing, everyone except himself (yea he would gaze at himself.) and Maria. The principal overcame his horror and sad “I understand at times that it’s best to overcome a difficult and sad situation by some how making it humorous, but....” Maria all the way in the back at the classroom quietly giggled. But for a totally quiet room the smallest of sounds were heard. “Young lady in the back, CUT THAT OUT NOW!” the science teacher snapped. “In Japan it is extremely important to honor those who have come before you.” the principal tried pointlessly. Half laughing Sade raised his hand and asked “Who in the world discovered his worthless body?” The principal tried to ignore the manner in which it was asked and calmly said one your father’s friends, a Shigeni-san discovered your fathers.” lowering his tone a bit, “dead body. He died” he continued, “because of a stroke. I’m sorry.” The principal ended and bowed his head. Right after he had said that Sade erupted into a wild laughter. “My-dad-has-friends!?” Sade gasped between breaths. For some reason in the back of the classroom Maria found it amusing too and bursted into a loud laughter herself. Some people in the class for no reason started crying, some were disgusted, and other were just dumbfound. Those two students sat their laughing. For the fist time ever the class finally got a glimpse of how Sade really was. They also got a taste of what their new student was like.

A/N: Well that was the first chapter... 13pgs. Please hold the applause. crickets chirping (or whatever it is they do...) Yeah um well do you like it? Well, do you, do you? Please Read and Review. Constructive criticism please... Don’t flame me. If I screwed up, point out where. If I can get five people saying continue I will. If I can at least get one desperate person begging I may also consider continuing. This story does have a point... I even have everything up to the ending played out in my brain. Please I must share it with all of you. Like I said it get’s cool. More characters to introduce, they even get powers. Ooooh, aaaaah spooky powers... cool.... Yeah anyway on to the ummm “previews.”

Next Chapter: “The Unloved Masochistic Doll” (tell me if it’s corny and will come up with something better.) Basically it’s much like the first chapter just an introduction to life and character background that brings you to understand the new mysterious girl that is known as drum rolls “Maria Schrient. (Beautiful blonde German ::Blondes are people too.... Hot but people:: ‘I love blondes...’)”