Word count: 666
This one is longer than the rest, it is intentional though. See title and word count. I apologise if it's not your thing, this one is different than the others, what with the spiritual theme. I'm also trying out a different style, please feel free to comment on that.
(...) Ren's internal thoughts
Ren was, unusually, bored.
He had run out of things to think about.
Already he had thought of how he would kill Alise (how he could kill Alise without alerting anyone that Alise was dead), what his family were doing right now (probably beating up anyone that so much as looked at them funny), thought about a few philosophic debates (he wondered for a few minutes what made a person a person and why there was life on Earth, but his brain hurt so he stopped) and how long it would take someone to notice if he used his bed sheets as a noose (a few hours was his best bet).
So yes, Ren was bored.
It was then that he decided he would try a bit of Satanism.
He'd never done anything like this before, so he just thought Uh, if there is any Devil around, can you please help me get out of here so I can cause mayhem?
As there was no response, Ren came to the conclusion that there was no Devil, God or anything.
(That's not entirely true, Ren, you've never believed in God in the first place.)
He went back to his favourite hobby as of late. Thinking up ways to kill Alise with as little attention as possible.
It was harder than it sounded.
For instance, if he slashed her throat, there would be lots of blood. If he burned her, there would be screams. If he strangled her, there would be...
Actually, strangling her would be a good idea.
He idly wondered, if Satan did exist, what the Devil thought of him. Would he spend his eternal death in fire, screaming for a non-existent mercy? Or would he have barbeque with Satan every Sunday?
Life was bad when you were locked up with nothing to do but sit in your mind and go crazy from boredom.
(Well, crazier, but who the hell cares around here?)
Alise chose that moment to open the door.
"Ren, it's time for your appointment and – why are you lying on the floor?"
Ren cracked open an eye to see Alise standing with her arms over her chest.
He didn't mention that he was thinking about ways to kill her, because that would be mean.
(Like you're not?)
Ah, never mind, she was talking about how unsanitary the floor was and why he should really get up.
Ren muttered a curse which made Alise give him a disproving stare.
"Really, would you like me to wash your mouth out with soap?"
"I'm not a child, Alise. Stop treating me like one."
Alise paused, and Ren realised he'd let an emotion show. Anger.
(Other than crazy, you mean.)
(Crazy isn't an emotion.)
Ren never let emotions show, and everyone knew he was closed off. He just hoped to Satan she wouldn't try to get any answers out of him.
That would be bad.
He wondered what was wrong with him, why he was acting like he was.
He blamed Satan. It was all his fault. He didn't know how or why, it just was.
Yeah, he wasn't crazy at all, was he?
Now all he needed was babble about nothing in particular and they'd give him a straightjacket.
"Ren, are you alright?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't want you hurting yourself or others. Now, are you alright?"
Like she really cared. She'd probably slipped a little something in his food; even his thought process was funny.
"Ren, answer me, are you okay?"
"Thank you. Care to tell me what's wrong?"
"You, me, life in general."
Ren cursed his mouth. But then again, that was a well-known answer; much popular culture material had that line in it.
"Ren, that's not a good answer, I need you to be more specific."
"Why, it's not like you really care."
Ren's vision went black, he knew they'd put a drug in his food. His mind slowed, and the last thing he saw was Alise's face.