You will not waste my time
I will do anything
I want to anyway

This will be the end of everything that you know
I know we're killing for the raven so here we go
Don't even try to hold me down, watch me.
Be Afraid!

This is the way that it is
Get ready here I come
Dropping down on you
Don't want to try to run
And when I'm finished with you watch me.
Be afraid!

Have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one
Have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one

I do not fear
have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one
I do not fear
Have you ever been afraid of someone
I've never been afraid.
Afraid!!

Raven

You will not waste my time
I will do anything
I want to anyway

This will be the end of everything that you know
I know we're killing for the raven so here we go
Don't even try to hold me back, Watch me.
Be Afraid!

This is the way it is
Get ready here I come
Dropping down on you
Don't want to try to run
And when I'm finished with you
Watch me.
Be afraid!

Have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one
Have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one
I do not fear
Have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one
I do not fear
Have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one
I do not fear
Have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one
I do not fear
Have you ever been afraid of someone?
I've never been afraid of no one
Have you ever been afraid of someone?
Raven

There was blood on the walls. There was blood on the ceiling. There was blood on the floor. There was blood everywhere, but looking around the room he wasn't satisfied. "Not enough," he muttered to himself. It was never enough. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that it probably never would be enough, but he didn't want to think about that. That would indicate that he had a problem. He didn't. "It just isn't enough," he muttered to himself pacing around the room stalking his victim.

Hanging in the middle of the room the victim was terrified. He had known that this guy wasn't all there, but… he didn't know he was this crazy. Looking around there wasn't just blood covering everything. You could see tiny bits of bone and tissue everywhere. The stench in the room was worse than anything he had ever imagined and he had already gotten sick all over himself. The vomit drying on his naked body was only adding to the smell of the decaying flesh filling the room.

There was no chance for escaping this. He wasn't going to find some last minute miracle that would set him free. He was going to die and that knowledge had already made a puddle at his feet. He had whimpered and he had cried. He had begged and pleaded until he couldn't speak anymore. But through it all this the maniac just paced around in a circle as if he was waiting for something, but he couldn't imagine what.

He'd always prided himself on his no fear lifestyle, but somehow this man had made a sham of his entire existence. He'd revealed the coward hiding within his skin with one feral look in only a brief passing, but apparently that had been enough. He couldn't imagine what else he could have done to attract the wrath of this large insane man. He saw a flash out of the corner of his eye and when the maniac passed him he saw that he had found a weapon. Where it came from he didn't know, but for one insane moment he had to admire the weapon's beauty and the way it moved in his tormentor's hand as he moved it as if fighting invisible assailants. He'd used knives. He'd used many knives in his lifetime and almost always on willing participants. He had to acknowledge though that there were a few that didn't deserve it and for a few seconds his mind worked furiously wondering if there was someone in the bunch that he'd hurt recently that could have set the large man off. But he couldn't think of anyone…. Just the usual set of depraved pain freaks too afraid to be what they were meant to be on their own without his guidance and direction.

His mind concentrated on them, thinking of the things he had done to them, and had somehow managed to forget where he was at. That was it… that was the moment that the other man had been waiting for. He'd known his victim would lose focus eventually. He was after all prone to doing that. That was his downfall. That was what got him caught. That was what sent him here. His lack of focus. His inability to see the bigger picture. His unworthiness to possess the things he does. He didn't know how to treat people. He didn't know how to hurt them in the right ways and at the right times. He didn't know because all he understood were his own self centered needs. He thought of nothing beyond himself. Himself and his little kingdom of chaos and disorder.

He didn't stop to consider the other people that he was dragging into his realm of bedlam and clutter. He didn't stop to ask himself if the people he was taking down with him deserved to be there. If they were worthy of being corrupted and destroyed. Loving pain… needing to be hurt was one thing, but the depravity in which this monster lived his life was just completely unacceptable… especially when it was keeping him from the man he loved. When he was so enamored with this King of Chaos that he couldn't see a much better and more deserving man was waiting for his affection.

Suddenly the room filled with music. A pounding and thudding bass line and lyrics filled with anger and murder were just what he needed to complete the mood he had been searching for. Killing wasn't just an act… no it was an art. It was a high God to be worshiped and admired. Not just anyone should do it and yet they did. Unworthy people that acted in haste and with improper emotions not understanding the power it brings you… the connection it gives you. As the music filled the room, the beat seemed to vibrate within his blood pumping it and causing it to boil within his skin as if the Babylonian God Erra himself was filling his body. What was once frightening became terrifying… what was once dangerous became deadly… and that was exactly what he had been waiting for.

Swinging his knife he watched it pierce the fragile skin of his inmate drawing a trail of blood in its path as the skin separated. He heard his victim's startled gasp and knew that he had his attention back from his own glorifying thoughts. Momentarily he paused watching the trail of blood run slowly down the slightly tanned skin before him. Throwing his head back he laughed blissfully and was still laughing and smiling when he went back to work.

Moving around his captive he worked… elegantly in his mind … cutting and slicing until the trails of blood formed an almost artistic pattern on the younger man's slim body. He was in the zone now… totally focused on the act at hand and intent on doing this moment justice. The cuts were different lengths and depths none of them on their own would be considered deadly, but together as a whole… they could easily kill a man. His lifeblood could simply run from his body like water through a colander. But that wasn't the ending he wanted. That wasn't what he was looking for. Turning his eyes away from the task at hand he surveyed the room again and ran a hand through his wild hair. "It's not enough… it's just not enough!"

His focus had shifted again only this time he wasn't aware of it. The God inhabiting his body wanted something and was not going to stop until he get it leaving the vessel he had overtaken helpless to do anything but obey his commands. His hand relaxed and the knife dropped from his grasp to bounce of the concrete of the floor, but he didn't notice. Stepping forward he grabbed the smaller man's face with one of his big hands bringing his down to the other man's until their noses were almost touching.

The captive shook and whimpered softly looking directly into the eyes of death. His life was about to come to a violent ending. He didn't know how, he just knew that it was going to happen. There was nothing human inhabiting those blue orbs and humanity was his only hope at this point. He flinched as the other man spoke. His hot breath and spit raining over the captive's face. "It's just not enough… it's just not enough… it's just not… Have you ever been afraid of someone? Have you ever? I've never been afraid of anyone… This will be the end of everything you know. I'm killing for the Raven."

Suddenly clarity came to the bound man as he realized what was going on. The scene when last he saw his plaything… the angry words… "You think you are amoral and depraved. You don't know the meaning of the words. There are truly things in this world that any man sane or not would be afraid of. There are people in this world that know the line between good and evil with such clarity that they have devoted their entire lives to it and have chosen to live on the dark side of that line. They don't just hurt people they annihilate them. They don't just kill people they obliterate them. They don't kill out of anger or rage. They kill for love… because they LOVE the feeling… the LOVE the act… they LOVE then rush it gives them. You think you are big and bad. You aren't half of what you think you are, and before you die you will know it."

The captive opened his mouth to say something… anything… but then wearily he closed it knowing that it didn't matter. His live was over. He watched the other man bend over and pick the knife up off the floor. With one quick movement a handful of green and purple locks came off his head and were put into the other man's pocket. HE felt a hand wrap around his cock and couldn't stop the sobbing that poured from his soul. His head fell back as screams burst from inside him so he couldn't see that his cock was now resting in his tormentor's hand as he turned and walked away.

After a few moments he lifted his head to see where the demon had gone, and that was his final mistake. Standing just outside the doorway to the room was his captor and just off to one side, but well within the captive's eyesight was his plaything… the man they call Raven. He watched the gleeful sneer on his former lover's arrogant face and turned his eyes to what appeared to be his new lover.

"It's just not enough," the man muttered one more time focused on the ending that had already been scripted and was about to be brought to fruition. Raising the blowgun he carefully inserted a double chambered glass dart. Once side was filled with nitromethane and the other with astrolite. "What's in there?" The man standing next to him asked and pausing he turned his head to look down at him. Never again would someone keep them apart. Never again. "You've seen the third Die Hard movie?" When his new lover nodded he continued. These are the compounds for the bombs in that movie. They are fairly harmless on their own, but together they make a really big boom. There is a tablespoon of each in this dart. It's gonna turn him into kibbles and bits."

As his new lover lifted the blowgun to his mouth Raven watched his former lover as he was about to die. He supposed somewhere he should be sad… even if it was deep within his gut and maybe it was… but he'd never admit it or speak of it. He heard the dart leave the blowgun and it was as if suddenly time slowed down. He watched the dart move through the air. He watched Jeff Hardy's eyes practically cross as he watched the dark moving towards his skull and then he saw nothing else as he head exploded. Another quick dart to the gut took care of the body sending pieces flying everywhere. Later they would pick up the larger ones, but for now…

Raven looked up at Sean as he studied his work… judging himself… grading his accomplishment. "It's not enough…. It's just not enough," Sean muttered again as Raven fingered the cock in his hands smiling. Sean was right. It wasn't enough. After all there were so many more people who had wronged Raven that needed to pay.

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