Kindness is rewarded with Cruelty
Part 1: Deepest fear.

Noone really knows what their deepest fear is, do they?
Many believe it it is a trivial phobia, such as arachnaphobia or nyctophobia, the fear of arachnids and darkness.
But it's not.
Many claim it is the deaths of loved ones.
But it's not.
Each person fears one thing, and one thing only, the freedom of their id, which could lead to the second possible of people's false greatest fears. Id does not mean identification in this sense, but rather the most vile piece of the human mind, where fantasies of unfathomable atrocities are created. Blood and brutal sex-lusts.
Everybody has one, no exceptions. But do we all fear it's liberation?
No.
There are those who want nothing more than to satisfy it, murderers and rapists. And, unfortunately, those 'people' are everywhere now, the most common kind of human.
Raymond was one of them. This cruel man has kill-raped dozens. He doesn't realize that he wanted was to satisfy his id. He dressed up his lack of knowledge as the devil. A self-professed satanist, when all he was doing was satisfying his own cruel needs.
He seemed no different to any sociable human, in fact he wasn't. He was just more sickeningly open. But only just.
Looking at him, you wouldn't think 'Serial killer', he had jet-black hair, a dark, fair complexion and sapphire blue eyes. He dressed unspectaculary in a dark jacket, blue jeans, rockport boots and a white plain T-shirt. He looked normal as normal could be.
He walked down a bright street, the sun shining down like a grand spotlight, illuminating all. It's dazzling rays were reflected off of cars into his eyes, he didn't like brightness. Certainly not a nyctophobic.
The sky-flame cast gorgeous, swaying shadows across the landscape, warming all it touched. There was no humidity, for all intents and purposes it was a beautiful day.
Raymond hated it. To him this represented God's victory over Satan, banishing his darkness into the depths of Hell. He wondered if by commiting an atrocity, maybe an unimaginably brutal killing of a child, would cause clouds to overcome the Sun, and temporarily banish light from here.
He set off, looking for prey. But he was met by an unexpected visitor. One as depraved as he, yet far more deadly.
Ironic that the hunter shall be hunted. Yes, this new arrival was looking for him.
The new guy looked insane, with crazy, unruly auburn hair, a ravaged, baggy, white England T-Shirt, badly sliced tracksuit pants and bare, filthy, feet. He also wielded a sword. An ancient arabian blade called scimitar, it was in surprisingly good condition, aside from the fresh blood dripping off of it.
The scimitar was a powerful blade. It had a very high carbon content and an edge so fine, silk would be cut in two under it's own weight if dropped on it.
Modern science could not recreate it, it wasn't magic, merely a forgotten teqnique.
Raymond had a gun, a fine one, finest handgun available. The Magnum .357, more powerful than many rifles, it had a long, sleek silver barrel, the whole gun, in fact, was silver. Raymond always packed high caliber ammo, so was there any need to worry? This deranged fool would explode on contact with the bullet.
Raymond drew it quickly and and pulled the trigger, in anticipation the madman had already moved his sword, essentially blocking the bullet. But surely the sword could not have withstood the bullet?
There was no time to mull it over, the madman had swung his sword violently and chopped the gun in half. He turned his whole body into the swing, pointlesly, it seemed, until he turned the swing into a round house kick. His foot swung through the air, and then slammed hard into Raymond's lower jaw. There was an immense crack, almost on impact of foot to jaw. Raymond was almost lifted off of his feet and then fell onto the floor face first and hard. His nose shattered on impact, the 'bone' almost flying into his brain, but the impact wasn't that hard.
He noticed his blood all over the road in front of him, and more coming all the time.
Oh damn, it's gushing! He thought. And here was when the phsycho first spoke, it was a dry voice that sounded as though it had not been used in centuries, and it instilled fear in the depths of Raymond's soul; "You! You are going to be sorry you came here! I shall see to that."
Raymond replied, trying to be bold, but he couldn't supress his fear and, his nose being broken, his voice was nasal.
"Just kill me then! I am sure, my Dark God will reward me for how I have lived... "
"Deluded fool. Your 'Dark God' is nothing more than an ancient mind control technique. Nothing more than a way of compelling people to pay the hypocrites in power. Besides, even if you feared death, I would not kill you. I like my victims to suffer, I recieve no pleasure from their deaths. Only their misery. And misery is best achieved through fear. Do you know what you fear most?"
"Leave me, please!" Raymond sobbed. Hot tears streamed down his face. How the mighty have fallen.
"I will show you."
And what he feared most was something that truly showed his cruelty, the inability to feed his id, and so from now, Raymond would truly feel his sick lusts, but be unable to satisfy them, he would want to die, to end his own life eventually. But taking one's own life is still murder. He was denied of even that mercy.