[ WP ] In a society with casual reincarnation/immortality that 's been scientifically proven , killing someone is n't the worst crime . Keeping them forcibly alive and torturing , is .

The sink runs red with blood. No matter how hard I rub my hands it seems I'll never get the red out. When I am finally satisfied that my hands are clean enough, I pull the white towel off the shelf to dry them as I try to ignore the the limbless body lying on the table, moaning out noises, pleas of mercy. He ca n't talk of course, for I cut out his tongue... busted his teeth out and sliced off his lips. There is just a bloody gaping hole where his mouth should be. Those eyes staring at me, I know he is in pain but only by context, lack of facial features will do that. He does n't have any choice but to stare without his eyelids. Those thin slivers of flesh lie on the medical table next to him, eyelashes still attached. His nose sits on the same table along with his teeth and lips. His limbs have been long gone, days ago. I take my time. After all, that's all we have now is time. I give him a look of indifference as I toss the towel to the hamper by the sink. I wonder if they foresaw this future when they came out with the Elixer? Sure no more death, no more murder, no more death penalty. Who would have thought that my skills as a serial killer would pay off in the end. This poor fool raped an entire family, father mother... the kids. In the days before the Elixer he would have simply been put to death. Now they pay me. When people regenerate as they die what's the point of that punishment? Before the Elixer they called me the Butcher... now I've got the perks of a government job. I'm known now as the Executioner. I carry out the punishment that people want to see men like him endure but are unwilling to do themselves. I keep him alive for as long as the sentence demands, he wo n't regenerate, not until his death... and rebirth. This assholes has another 4 years to go. I sigh as I lean over his body, blocking the view of the mirror on the ceiling so he can see the never blinking horror of himself. `` You know it's still not the same. Torture I mean. There is something oddly satisfying about taking a life. Hearing that last breath of air escape the lungs. Knowing that you have ended something. I'll never get to have that feeling again.'' I frown, knowing that I'll never be truly satisfied again, that my urges will never be extinguished.
