[Warning: This is gonna be a heavy chapter, it won't be gory. However if you have a weak stomach, or just can't handle upsetting things, then I would recommend skipping. I will write more like this in the future, but there will be a lot more lighthearted chapters in between. And I will always include a warning. Hope you like it.]
I talked of betrayal before. Throughout history, there have been two roles, the betrayed and the betrayer. No matter how advanced a human society may get, this concept will always exist. Much like the need for companionship. Humans both think selfishly, and socially. We both create groups in which we fit in, as well as destroy them. Much like the paradox of society I've talked of earlier. Except this time it's more mentally that I will be speaking of. The human brain is scientifically configured to seek companionship, we seek others. No matter how deranged, no matter how sociopathic. Humans will always seek companionship. I once watched a man, I believe his name was Issac. He was a man so deranged, so seemingly inhuman that the mere memory of his visage brings revulsion to my mind. However, there was one thing I learned through my memories of him. He had a set of rules, seemingly to keep him still human. Of course, this seemed almost hypocritical to me in the past. However, with time I learned that he was a better fit for society than I was. He could just click with people, I'd seen him murder a man in cold blood. Then the next day seemingly as if nothing happened. He could go to work, smiling, laughing, and socializing. He had a wife and kids, they were completely oblivious to his situation. To his murderous ways. I wondered in the past why he would continue in this facade. Why would he put on a mask, to simply hide like a sheep in wolf's clothing? The more I looked into his life, the more I understood him. The greater I grew knowledgeable of his humanity. Though seemingly inhuman, he sought companionship. Though he took lives frequently, he brought lives into the world with the same frequency. His life seemingly had more meaning than mine. I was fascinated, I had seen many men throughout the years. But like I said before, every person is unique in their experiences, and in turn their thoughts. No matter how horrific the night before he would seemingly always come back. A smile adorned his face as he entered his house. I couldn't figure out whether that man was putting up a facade or genuinely happy to see his wife and children. I watched it like that for years. His life was repetitive, at the time there was no list of people who lived in the area. Since people came and went like a clock hand turned. One day they could be there, the other they would leave on a seemingly hopeful journey for a place to settle. By this time Issac had a literal mountain of bodies. With time the residents grew wary, and people would leave. But they would never leave their belongings. With time worry grew and that worry spread to Issac's family. His wife was fearful, his children would have nightmares in the middle of the night. Their anxiety only grew worse as more people went missing. As this happened I observed that Issac seemingly became scared. I had seen him many times before, both trying to harm others. As well as being harmed by those he tried to harm. However, I had never seen the expression that adorned his face there. He was genuinely frightened, his wife seemed to have concluded that the rumors had gotten to him as well. She suggested they move. And he agreed. The more time passed, the more anxious Issac got. His "hobby" had become less of a hobby and more of a chore. He tried to stop, in fact, he even tried smoking to stop his urges. But he just couldn't seem to shake it off. His wife was starting to catch on, they had moved a multitude of times now. And all though the missing persons were becoming far less prominent, with their arrival there would always seem to be an increase. I saw the moment his wife had come to the realization. She had a fearful look on her face but shook her head. As if that frightening thought was simply her imagination. But with time I could see that the thoughts had become more solidified in her mind. Eventually, I noticed she started to grasp the hem of her dress when she met Issac. Issac didn't notice this strange behavior, however. I still don't know whether it was love or simply a result of his lack of emotions. But he couldn't see past her actions. Eventually, his wife decided to discuss it with the authorities. They set a date and then proceeded to follow him. They found him in the middle of one of his "projects." They caught him and locked him up. I had seen the expression on his face at the time. He was seemingly relieved, angered, and joyful. His emotions had never been so expressive in the past years I had been watching him. It was as if he was a different person. Even in the face of death, all he looked at was his wife and kids. He seemed to accept his situation, but I could see a longing in his eyes. I had seen the same look before in men going off to war. It was a look only made by men who longed to stay by their family's side but accepted their situation. That is what makes a human human, we seek companionship, we communicate, we imagine, and we learn. And finally, we die. Thats a humans journey and ending…