To Mateba
My Dearest friend, my closest companion, you have always been at my side, and how I have missed your company as of late, I can't explain why, but suddenly I feel the weight of our friendship lifted off of my chest and I can't help but wonder, was it something I did? I did not mean to be harsh but I had no choice, we had to run and we knew that eventually we would have to kill together, do you remember my dearest?
Oh the feeling of the hunt, we could smell his fear, the cold sweat on his forehead, trickling down in little lines of insanity, his pasty complexion only thrilled us and made the perfect canvas for our morbid work, how I miss it now my friend.
My friend you still have a place, right next to my heart, you are the most important thing to me and always you have been by my side, you have stood up for me and we have escaped danger in out countless adventures.
But I fear you hate me now, for what we did, and I did to you was wrong, I should have never killed him like that, it brought you no pleasure to be used in such and inhumane way, and all I wanted was to see him squirm and scream while my mind took pleasure in his mental rape.
But it was wrong, I understand now, so why won't you come back to me my Metaba?
I long for you, I long to touch you, grip you, and with a severe finality, squeeze you so that you sprout hell fire at my enemies and friends alike. I long to see the destruction and wreckage that we cause together, I long to hear sirens and widows cry over their dead husbands. Weeping to be killed also, weeping for us... for us to finalize what we started, to end their misery.
We are the bringers.
We hold death.
We are death.
Your friend in Death,
Nistok Sahited
( http://www.kitsune.addr.com/Firearms/Revolvers/Mateba_Model_6.htm Meet Mateba. By the way you get THREE cookies if you guess what the name is an anagram for)