Madness resides within us

This story has been written with my brother, Jojo, a few years back.

Madness resides within us…

"Madness is an evolution of delusion" she thought as she exhaled the air of the dungeon. "Another one to plunge out of truth today" she exclaimed to herself as she walked down the empty dark staircase. She wasn't promoted as the Military's head officer for nothing in this medieval age. After the man she loved died, her undeclared love made her rampaging into madness as she entered unnoticed in the army, 150 men killed by her sword in a battle zone of 100 soldiers against one of their army. After the battle was won by their army, who was one against a 100, she took of her helmet. Being a woman the men wasn't pleased. She went to prison, but after a day of negotiating she was free of the death sentence and prison, she became part of the force. Except as punishment she can never back out. As time passed she encountered many personal and business battles but she got on top.

As the top had its perks as she found that interrogating prisoners was one of them. She found herself killing and torturing people for "fun" and it's more exciting for her since she can do it legally.

She was always intrigued by death in particular; she was actually busy writing a script on the philosophy of death. Though people will bury her alive if they read that.

Since her first love, many men came, gave her unjustly love, broke her heart and be gone again. It was the course of an un-fated circle of love events. The more she was rejected, the more the cause of rejection made her anointed with hatred, corruption of her mind and tainted love.

Her mind full of death and torture simplified as madness would come down to her old substantial saying "One Soul to sacrifice, 10 to kill, a 100 souls to save" she smiled as she was reminded of that saying and thought by herself "At least I've still got something good sort of in me"

She walked in the chamber of prisoners of war to be interrogated. She always went one by one. Today was an extra special day, so she will use her extra favourite torture technique, because today, was the day her loved one died. She extended her hand to a rusty blade, the beginning of her torture.

She grinned madly at the prisoner as she took a step towards the prisoner. The prisoner's eyes filled with horror as she gently touched his skin with the rusty blade.

"Step one: Use the rusty blade and slice the cheeks and lips so that you can see his permanent grimace" she thought as she started the torture, the man screamed, pleaded as blood flowed down his lower jaw, down his neck, body, as he screamed blood splattered on her. She didn't lose her focus, emotionless; her mind focused on the task at hand- torture by 4 steps lead to death.
Step one was finished and she looked at her handiwork. She grinned at the fine external cutting, knowing the rust of the blade will poison his blood, to any sort of blood lost will cause more excruciating pain. She went outside for 5 minutes for the prisoner to relive hope, and then she will just crush any hope left by the passing second. She laughed darkly at herself, knowing the prisoner would be able to hear her.

5 minutes passed and she was back with a plier in her hand. "We are going to play a little bit barber, I'll be the barber, you the patient. Let's play!" she grinned as she came towards the prisoner as he only shake his head, already screaming. (Barbers was specialized to perform dental "operations")

"Step two: Use the plier to crush the front teeth of the upper and lower jaw slowly" she thought again as she was busy with the "operation". She smiled sweetly after every crushed tooth, while the prisoner started to shake of the pain, uncontrollable screaming as pain shot through, there was no breaks to breathe away the pain, it was just pain after pain. The prisoner was tired of the pain, but as adrenalin rushed in he couldn't help but fight back in the only way he could- to scream. She stood with the dignity of a knight, her dark brown hair flourished as her fringe fell softly down on her grinning face. In the armour of any warrior she stood graciously strong and fierce, but as she was bending over with the plier the only thing the prisoner saw was death. Though what she saw was revenge, revenge upon the past, the madness what brought her here in the first place. Her eyes of discouraging mud were in a curdle of a flash back.

She was crying and screaming as she was thrust against the ground in the backyard of the sanctuary for soldiers. Her clothes being ripped off once again, the men's thing rushed through her once again, her face purple, threatening her as they fucked her, punched her everywhere, cutting her by her breasts, stomach, thighs and legs, like every night. Then they just left her, laughing and walking away. Like always. She stared at her wounds as blood filled with sweat and dirt flooded out of her body, as she followed it, her eyes reached a sword that one of the knights that raped her left, she felt her fingers started to feel alive again and she clutched the handle tight. She saw them walking away laughing and then they said it: "Fucking whore! Hahaha." She stood up, running towards them, then cut the middle guy’s head off, they were three, as the other two was busy getting out there swords, she cut the left side guy in two, as the third guy was ready for her, when she turned he had her in his grip, desperately she took the sword and stabbed him in his groin, he lost his grip over her and she thrust the sword into him multiple times, she then went to her dormitory with the sword and put on her nightgown and  went to sleep. For the first time with dignity and satisfaction she never felt before.

"Darkness resides in us who can't fight back, we use it to our advantage and it uses us, but it’s our darkness, we shall not give it up, it’s who we are." She whispered as sleep took over. Of course, she went on with her torture techniques for more ten years until she was prosecuted for her deeds.

She became a legend on Halloween two hundred years later, Commander Katie, the Reaper of Torture.