tea

trigger warning! Violence and gore.

I squirted the small amount of honey directly into the steeping tea, stirring it slowly. I enjoyed a calming tea in the morning. Before it could even finish steeping, I heard a loud crash, the sound of a window breaking, I turned around, grabbing my sharpest and biggest kitchen knife.

"Hey, whoevers out there, I have a knife, and I practice killing, for a living." I spoke with the calmest, and coldest tone I could muster. I heard shuffling immediately, "I'm gonna come out there, and slit your throat if you don't leave, now." I said, trying to sound threatening.

But I kept hearing shuffling. So I walked forward, ready to kill whoever was there, "Ready or not, here I come." I made sure to chuckle, to add to the absence of fear, on my part. When I turned the corner, I saw a man twice my size, big and burly, looking angry, and looking at me.

I smiled, "Hi there!" I said, cutting my fear out of my expressions, and brandishing my knife. The man noticed the eery calmness that I had, at least I think thats what happened, because he took a step back, "Oh, are you gonna run away?" I chuckled again, this time because I felt like it. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and this felt like the perfect opportunity to let out some anger.

He took another step back, sweat beading on his forehead, "Oh no. You don't get to leave now." I could feel myself smiling. I could barely contain myself now, "The fun hasn't even begun!" I saw him look at the broken window, so I walked in front of it, trapping him.

"Oh don't look so afraid, it won't hurt. That badly," I grinned, knowing I was toying with him, and enjoying it I held my knife in front of me, pointed to his neck, "Now, there's two ways this can go. You can tell me why you're here, or I can slit your throat right here, and now."

His expression lost some of the fear, and was replaced with anger and determination. He immediately swung his fist at my head, I reacted quickly by stabbing his forearm with the sharp as hell knife, "Guess we're going with option two." I said, raising my voice, still grinning, as he clutched my wrist, "I'll be quick, I still have a tea to prepare, and I won't let the likes of you take that from me."

I felt my grin fade for a moment, anger filling me, adrenaline, giving me the rush I needed to punish him. I yanked the knife out of his arm and kicked him in the stomach, making sure to lead with my heel, to punish him, to make him double over. As he bent over, I slammed my knee into his face, crushing his nose into his face, making him scream, and stand back up, looking dazed, as if blinded.

I didn't want to kill him yet, because I wanted this to last, but I did have a tea to finish, and I could only let it steep for a minute and a half longer. I smiled, deciding to incapacitate him momentarily, take the tea bag out, let it cool while I make him suffer even more.

I switched the hands that was holding the knife, holding it in my left, so I could punch him with my right hand, in the jaw as hard as I could. He stumbled for a moment before lunging at me, I flinched, and quickly stabbed his left hand, through the palm.

He screamed, and reeled back, his face filled with fear once more, "What? Did you think you would steal from a random persons house and get away with it? I told you! I practice killing, for a living! I wasn't bluffing!" He turned to run out, grabbing the locked door, I darted at him, slamming the bottom of the knife onto his head, making him turn around and slam me into the wall, using his strength to fight back.

I still had a knife, and technique. So I plunged the knife into his shoulder, now with 3 deep gashes, all bleeding profusely, he jumped back, grabbing the knife by the blade as he did, disarming me swiftly. I quickly understood he was at the point in a humans determination to survive, pain became a distraction, and he stopped paying attention. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, and knowing i was the danger.

I knew he was at a scarier point of view than me, more dangerous now. but due to that knowledge, I knew I could still use that to my advantage, somehow. He charged at me, with a roar. holding my knife up high. I felt fear, for the first time in this encounter. I grabbed a lamp and slammed it against his head as hard as I could, but he had already commited to stabbing me, and he got me right in the left shoulder. severing tendons, making it so I couldnt lift it to my side. But I could still pull it up in front of me.

I grabbed his shoulder wound, and grabbed the tendons, ripping them, out, making him feel pain worse than anything yet, while also grabbing the knife. He screamed, and slammed his fist into my head, making me fly into my couch. I laughed, a nervous laugh but still a laugh. The man looked at me, fear filling his face once more, "What the fuck are you?!" He yelled out at me.

I stood up, "I'm your worst nightmare." I said, blood filling my mouth, but I grinned nonetheless, the blood dripping down from my mouth, "What the fuck!" He cried out, in fear, and terror.

I held up the knife again, "I think it's time I slit your fucking throat." I chuckled, "3." His eyes widened, shaking his head, "2." He tried to open the door again, forgetting it was still locked. I darted forward, "1!" I yelled out, as I reached him, plunging the knife into his neck, and yanking it out, blood immediately spraying out from the wound. He swung his fist at me, before getting dizzy, and almost falling. He swung again, I just kept backing away, watching this man quickly suffocate.

I shook my head, "Told you to get out while you still could." I looked down at my clothes, dirtied by his, and my blood. I remembered my tea, and sprinted to it, having gone over the time by 10 seconds. I yanked the teabag out and stirred. I looked back at the man, who had fallen, and was now almost still, "and think, the last sense that the brain loses, is sound. So you will get to hear me sipping on my tea as I watch your body go cold.

Quickly after saying that, the adrenaline began to fade, my mania disappearing. I looked at the body, realizing what I had done. I sipped my tea, knowing it would calm me.