(Still in memories)
Over the years Zoe distance herself way from Arther, the gifts she gave him kept increasing in price, to the very point where if Arther asked for something she would get it.
Over the years Arther heard a voice, it was very similar to him, it was like if he had a twin brother in his head. They followed the same line of thought, they agreed, they pretty much thought the same.
Many times Arther when he decided to eat, cook, or microwave something he would talk to himself. Lots of the time no one was around him, Zoe and Rami where out doing something else. Arther got used to the silence and the voice, to him at least he dealt valided in something in his life.
Many times arther had negative thoughts, most of them was when he was cooking something. The first thought was frustration, then went crying. Some of his tears would drop into his food, making it taste a little strange.
The voice when cry similarly. The aftershock of crying left rage, rage Arther held dear, but still didn't act, he felt somewhat indebted to his mother; he found it stupid isn't a mother supposed to help her child in need? He would ask constantly.
The voice would get angrier, feeling rage that felt it could be contained. Even though Arther kept his indebted feeling afloat, not want to hurt her, nor kill her; the voice felt different, instead of calming down, it kept the thought and memories of abandonment and abuse with an extra tax.
The years went by and the voices hatred for both of them grew, it want an outlet, the best one.
(Now)
Arther looked at the bloody knife in his hand then at the two bodies. He was overloaded not knowing anything, but one thing rang through his head.
'Stab them more' Arther thought
He got on his knees and plunged the knife into Zoe's head repeatedly.
After a while her head and face was unrecognizable, they both felt happy, really happy, Arther felt as though he could cry from joy. All his pain is gone.
As he calm down more and more from stabbing the bloody and fucked up bodies, he started to feel sad again just a little.
Arther felt that as though that they should be enjoying it longer but he felt as if the voice was happier than him.
He switched his target to Rami, he regretted killing her but his envy grew, he loved his sister, he hated to see her go, to him she was kind, sweet, and great. But the jealousy of his sister grew more and the voice growing a little faster.
The pain he felt was something no man ordinary man could understand. Even though he hated her, he felt something, it was care extreme care, it was the left over and remaining love he could feel. He understood it wasn't her fault that she was constantly being dragged away from him.
He caresses her cheek, her smooth cheeks, the lucscious feeling he got from it pleased him but yet pained him.
Even though the voice wanted him just to do something a little bit more, to do something that symbolizes his feelings for her. He just wanted to stop just once, he wanted to hold back from tearing and destroying her dead body.
Arther picked up Zoe's body, went to the backyard, and rolled the body under the porch. He was to weak to throw the body so he had to do the next best thing. He buried the body in dirt next to the other grave.
Arther and Zoe hand a routine for a short while, they toke care of the body until the smell of the body went away. The putrid smell was horrid, he wanted to rip of his nose each time he was cleansing the smell. He used multiple chemicals to dissolve the body faster, it increased the putrid smell the body, they rushed to smell and drench the dirt in bleach.
With the thought process of Arther and Zoe was that if he poured bleach, he would both cleanse the smell and kill the cells of the body. Sometimes they would would remove the dirt to directly pour on it.
During this short routine, this was their closest, quite literally. They never talked when doing this they only work, this was only work the did, the atmosphere never changed.
When Arther looked at her for the first time she did this, she wore a face of being disgusted and disturbed.
Arther went back inside and grabbed some bleach then went back outside the house and poured any remaining bleach.
He threw the container under the porch with the dead bodies and went back inside. He sat down in front of the corpse as dark red blood seeped across the floor. Arther sat in the pool of blood, he closed his eyes, and thought of a sentence that perfectly matched his current loop and the many others.
'It doesn't matter what live I live it don't matter sleep with a chick, I kill a man, live a happy life, get tortured, get violated, get loved, appreciate life, or just feel euphoric; everything and feeling is a tool nothing can't be used as a tool'
Due to the rush of memories and the extreme emotions behind them he felt has though he had to hurt the corpses, and the voice pushing him to do more.
Out of everybody he has hurt through his loops either uncontrollably or consciously, he felt the worst when he had to hurt either Rami or Mikal.
He looked at ceiling in terror but feeling that there was an escape. He spoke out loud to himself "I don't mean really anything to much people, if I die I'm sure Mikal, will stop selling, just to take care of her. I'm confident, he's a survivor
*chuckle
Better than me" He said as the voice kept trying to talk only for it be shut down.
The scene switched