Darkness he heard it, he heard it screaming into his mind as if a death whistle spread adrenaline through his body. He knew it was time to wake up and start again.

"Get him on the chair before this brute fucking wakes up!" A familiar voice commanded.

He felt a gust of wind. He knew he wouldn't have to wait much longer to spread blood to his mind. He could already imagine the relief of cracking necks and shredding skin from bone as his blood was as cold as ever.

He felt the chair tip. He submitted to them tying him up.
He knew they were taking him to test his limit of pain.
He felt the rope fling off.

"Get him on the table so we could go on lunch break already."

The word break sounded satisfying to him, he felt the urge coursing through his very blood. He could already hear his heart pumping with the torture of having to wait for blood.

The man strapped him onto the table.

"Testing, testing , am I online?" A man said through the radio.

"You're on sir." A man replied.

As they were distracted he already tampered with the strap that held his right arm down, all his dreams and things he can only imagine were about to become a reality.

"This won't hurt a bit so stay still." The man told him.

He felt it the demon waking in him telling him to finish the job of which his makers started.

He could feel the strap release his wrist, everything he could've dreamed and imagined was about to become true.........all in one snap.

It felt as if time stopped.

*SPLAT*

He could hear the sounds of slamming a man's head in over and over again until he was satisfied with the blood that slithered down his hands.

*THUD*

The last thing he heard before taking off the mask he wore was a siren.