Murder!

 A Songfic by Dark  Rated Worse for Mature Themes.

Ah Ah Ah- I'm looking at you from a distance

Mirrored in the glint of my knife

Ah Ah Ah- It could be over in an instant

There within a blink of an eye

I remember the very first moment I felt this way.

It may seem so trivial, now, with all I've done. You wouldn't think such a small... accomplishment... would mean much in the bloodied face of all this glory. And while it does hide beneath more recent, more intricate pleasures (of which I can explain later, in the proper amount of detail) I wouldn't doubt for a second that it, and it alone, was the reason I took this beautiful, violent, yet unvengeful turn.

You remember, Oysterstream, don't you? When we were still young and innocent little brats, traipsing through camp like we owned the world? Dreaming about our warrior ceremony, bragging about our new mentors, being our fussy and self-important apprentice selves of so long ago? Thought you would, it hasn't been as long as it feels like.

So then you must remember when we were given our lone hunting assignments. It was our first time hunting out in the open wild, with no trammeling mentor eyes to hold us back. I had some... minor apprehensions at the time. Living the sheltered life of a kit for so long had groomed my urge to have comforting fur at my side in the great beyond, someone to steady myself on when I felt like falling. Being free from watchful gazes should have been a delight, but it wasn't for me.

That was until the squirrel came along, then all was bliss.

It was actually pretty impressive at the time; most apprentices (including yourself, Oysterstream) would come back with mice or very small voles. I, however, would soon return with the proudest achievement of them all, a plump yet delicate squirrel dangling lifelessly in my hungering jaws. I was told by my “betters” to pass my talent off as the squirrel being very old, thus explaining its poor reaction time, as not to cause any jealousy amongst my peers. But even when I did explain the catch in such a way, we all knew the truth that was so feebly veiled. That squirrel was only a little older than a baby, anyone could tell that much at a glance. It was clear that my reflexes were unusually swift for my age, even when my own young, stupid head fought to keep up with them. Those particular attributes, I think, served me awfully well later on, wouldn't you agree?

Ah, yes, the fate of that pretty little creature I mentioned... frankly, I don't know quite where to begin. I could go on and on about how the fresh autumn light filtering through the trees illuminated the squirrel's elegant body to perfection, the sun's rays dancing across the bushy-tailed animal's fawn fur in only the softest and gentlest of manners. I could go into flawless detail of how sweetly it cleaned itself, ever in a state blessed ignorance to what stalked it in the deep green leaves mere mouse-lengths away. But all that, dear friend, is of no importance to me. Its precious final moments of happiness are worth nothing compared to the glorious, glorious elation I created in the place of utter peace.

As quickly as the squirrel had been enjoying the fall serenity, it lay dead in my paws like a broken twig. Through quiet observation in an unrefined Warrior's Crouch, past several tense seconds in a balancing act between failure and succession, and a single, exhilarating flight through doubt, we'd found our way to this wonderful moment in time, all the while dancing together as one in this unforgiving wild. Such a dance could snap one in half, as it did to the squirrel. Split once at the midsection, and a second time at its gaping neck. Oh so deliciously broken.

Not one for human connections

''But I feel restless. Piercing your flesh is the bestest''

Stabbing every inch of skin with force

While screaming to myself, "There's not enough pores yet!"

To this day, I never forgot how the blood from that kill crept across my open paws.

It was like red spider's silk, rolling down my claws in tiny beads of shimmering crimson.

Trace the blade to your stomach push it and it's bliss

Now brace for pain as I twist it

Round and round then flick it out like a discus

And show nobody's more vicious than Minx is

So babe, take this virgin blade

''So far in your back it'll replace your vertebrae'

Pull out and watch your back snap

''Hahahahaha... you're d**n right that's the last laugh!''

Ah Ah Ah

I think one of us is hiding something, hiding something

(What does that mean?)

One of us is gonna die

One of us is gonna die, die

(Oh my god!)

Ah Ah Ah

I think somebody's hiding something, hiding something

(What does that mean?)

One of us will be alive

One of us will be alive, -live

(Oh my god!)

Ah Ah-Ah Ah- I have you begging on your knees

Oh, it's such a pleasing sight

Ah Ah-Ah Ah- I know you're scared

But at least it'll be over before your tears go dry

I can promise it won't-won't hurt

You look hot and tight with that rope burn

But know tonight you're getting broken

‘cause I'm prone to violence and emotion, RA!

Oh, don't try to escape, it won't work

Just prepare to kiss this knife till your throat hurts

While I push it further and further towards your sternum

(Please don't let me die here!)

Well, where do you want to be murdered?

Shh, Shh, don't be shy

Tell me how you feel

What's it like knowing you're going to die?

I'm ready to commit to you

Yeah, 'cause tonight

I'll be with you for the rest of your life

Ah Ah Ah

I think one of us is hiding something, hiding something

(What does that mean?)

One of us is gonna die

One of us is gonna die, die

(Oh my god!)

Ah Ah Ah

I think somebody's hiding something, hiding something

(What does that mean?)

One of us will be alive

One of us will be alive, -live

(Oh my god!)

I walk in and the air gets Chilled

Chaos ensues and the blood gets spilled

No subtlety left, step into the room

Knife out

Next one to move, you’re doomed

“Oh, look who’s brought a knife to a gun fight.

I’ve tracked your crimes for weeks, it comes down to this one night.

No better detective, I’ll show you how it’s done right.”

“Hah, You’re underestimate what I can do with this blunt knife.”

“Ahhh oh my god! I feel the blade on my neck!”

“Shut up sl**, or I’ll cut this vein and you’re dead

C’mon Mr. Detective, shoot me!"

“Fill his brain with lead!”

“Ok, take a breath, just aim for the head...”

“Agh, not like this, I got shot in the gut!”

“Oh no, what have I done? This is all too much!”

"Oh, that was your chance, (I missed!) what a surprise (No!)

Now it’s time to take a guided tour of your insides..."

Badum Badum, that’s the sound of a chase

Badum Badum, that’s the sound that it makes

Badum Badum, then a fatal mistake and

Badum Ba - the dum never comes

Badum Badum, that’s the sound of a chase

Badum Badum, that’s the sound that it makes

Badum Badum, then a fatal mistake and

Badum Ba - the dum never comes

Ah Ah Ah

I think one of us is hiding something, hiding something

(What does that mean?)

One of us is gonna die

One of us is gonna die, die

(Oh my god!)

Ah Ah Ah

I think somebody’s hiding something, hiding something

(What does that mean?)

One of us will be alive

One of us will be alive, -live

(Oh my god!)