Author's Notes:

Hey guys! Bet you weren't expecting a chapter so soon! Well, neither did I! I decided that it was taking far too long for me to upload a chapter, since I made them so long. So, to make it easier on me and you, and hopefully attract more followers, I'm going to make my chapters shorter! Anyways, if you notice any errors, grammar or other, please pm me. If you have any questions or thoughts on the story, please comment. Enjoy!

“So, what did you need again?”

Blake said nonchalantly, the last month had been good for him. He had a smug smile on his face, the breaking and rebuilding of Pinkamena had been a huge success. It took longer than he expected to break her, but he liked that part. He had pretended to have romantic feelings for her, in order to help create a masochistic feeling, and it worked. She was becoming even better than he hoped for, and he still had so much planned. Though, there was still a few…problems.

Right before he could get to work, Igneous had called him into his office. When he got in there, Igneous was sitting behind his desk like usual. His hands interlocked in front of him, looking right at Blake. He didn’t seem to be in a bad mood, but he wasn’t in a good one either. Blake, not entirely sure what he was here for, sat in the chair in front of the desk.

“It’s been a month now, so, I want you to-“

Blake had jumped out of his chair as soon as he sat in it, slamming his hands on the desk in front of him, a panicked look on his face. Igneous didn’t even flinch, this response was expected.

“WHAT?! There’s no way it’s already been one month! There’s still so much I need to do! There are a few tweaks I need to do! Some techniques I need to teach her! Please, Igneous, I need more ti-“ Suddenly, Igneous quickly sprang up from his chair. He put one hand on the back of Blake’s head, and another on his left arm. Then, he slammed his head onto the desk, with his left arm behind his back, and his right still on the desk in front of him. Igneous had no emotion on his face when he did this, no anger or annoyance, just a look of seriousness. Blake though had a look of panic, surprise, and fear on his.

“Blake, I’m only going to say this once, listen closely. This is a very serious matter, this isn’t just some little pet project I felt like doing. This affects the entire organization, so, I won’t make any exceptions on this. I already have everything planned out for the remainder of time we have, I won’t allow anything or anyone to mess with it. Now, you’ve had your time, your job is done. And since you’re such a fuckup, I expected you might not be able to finish your job. I will finish whatever it is you failed to, so, no, you’re not getting any more time. The only thing I want from you, that I know you can’t fuck up, is a status report, so I can know specifically how you fucked up. If you understand, blink.”

Igneous nearly shouted into his ear, frustration, and seriousness evident in his voice and face. The longer he talked, the stronger his grip and louder his voice. By the time Igneous was done, Blake was sweating. There weren’t a lot of things he was afraid of, but this was one of them. Igneous had never done anything to him, but he’s seen what happens when others get in his way, and not even he would do something that brutal. Hesitantly, he blinked his eyes.

Igneous saw this, and slowly let him go. Watching Blake, Igneous sat back down in his chair, going back to the same position as before. Blake slowly sat back in his seat, looking back at Igneous as he did, fear still in his eyes. For a few seconds, there was no noise in the room. Blake was too afraid to say anything, and Igneous just stared at him expectedly.

“Well? Tell me what’s happened over the last month, you really don’t want to test my patience right now.”

Igneous had a tone of anger in his voice like he was seriously pissed off. Blake hadn’t seen him this angry for a long time, and he was beginning to think he wasn’t the reason. With all his experience, he’s become very good at reading people. Looking at Igneous, he realized it was blatantly obvious, something else had made him this angry.

“A status report, eh? Hmm, where to start?”

Blake put his hands in his pocket, slowly slouching down in the chair as he seemed to space out in thought. His usual cool returning quickly, as if what happened only moments ago, hadn’t happened at all.

“To start, you were right about her defiance. I thought she would last only three days, give or take. But, surprisingly, she lasted a whole week before I broke her. That’s pretty damn impressive! Before her, the longest someone I’ve played with lasted five days, and he was a mercenary! She was only a barely adult girl in high school! I don’t know what was driving her, her hatred for you, her want to see her friends, or if she was doing it to spite me! But, whatever it was, it was hard to break! I haven’t seen willpower like that sin-“

Blake had started getting excited during his explanation, he had a slow, stretching smile across his face. But, during it, he failed to notice the look of annoyance on the face of the one he was explaining to.

“Alright! I get it! She was strong-willed, so what? No matter how strong-willed someone is, anyone can be broken given the right tools and time. I’m not concerned with how you broke her, I’m concerned with what happened after. Start explaining how far you got with her, and don’t sway from the subject like that again, you’ve already tested my patience far too much.”

Igneous's tone hadn’t changed from before, he was still angry. After yelling at Blake, he closed his eyes in thought. Blake didn’t retort back, he could practically feel the tension coming from him. Something serious had happened, something bad. But now wasn't the time for questions, not when he's already being asked them. “Oh, there were no problems there. I treated her the same way I do all previous females, rape, physical, mental, and emotional torture, doing something different every day, I even injected her with a few non-lethal diseases to make her weak. On one occasion, I even gave her a high dose of arginine, and just left her there until It wore off. This happened the day before she broke, so, I’d assume that was a part of what broke her.

"After breaking her, I did exactly what you told me to. As much as I would have loved to continue torturing her, I wanted to see what I could do with her more. But, this is when it started to get weird, even for me.”

Igneous had kept his eyes closed while Blake was explaining, but when he heard the confusion in Blake’s voice near the end, his left eyes slowly opened and looked at Blake.

“How so?”

Blake looked back at him, no emotion on his face. He put his arm behind his head and closed his eyes, a thoughtful look now on his face.

“You told me to break her down and build her back up as a different person, which I have, but this time, I had an ideal person. A sadomasochist with a huge pain tolerance, a person who could lead and manipulate people, a calm, calculating person who thinks of solutions to multiple scenarios, someone with good observation and people skills, who was smart, but could act ignorant and dumb, and a few other things. It was the most specific and hardest job anyone’s requested of me in seventeen years, but, knowing me, I enjoyed the challenge.

You had other torturers, ones who are better at certain parts of it. But, I have experience when it comes to…changing people, so I understand why you chose me. The things you asked me to do contradict each other in some ways, you were practically asking for the perfect person. It was near impossible to make her the person you wanted, but, I was going to try anyway. I’ve changed people before, but never to that detail.

When I started changing her mind, it was…strangely easy. I started off with the less complicated traits, I was going to turn her into a masochist. I understand why that was easy, considering how much torture she had to go through, she probably turned herself into one to make it easier for herself. But the ease of everything after this is…disturbing. She became a sadist so easily, almost like she already enjoy people suffering. She learned and adjusted so easily and quickly like everything just came naturally to her. Before you ask, no, she wasn’t acting. I did test her afterwards, multiple times just to confirm. She wasn’t acting, it was just easy for her, I don’t know how else to explain it!”

Blake had a frustrated look in his voice, but he didn’t move from where he was. With Igneous staring him down, he was far too nervous to move.

“So, let me get this straight. You started doing the job I told you to do, but she was adapting almost too easily? I mean, it makes sense why she would be. Everyone in the family so far has been very moldable people, capable of transforming themselves into who they want to be. I don’t understand the problem here.”

Igneous had a casual tone in his voice, as if the issue he was talking about wasn’t a very serious one, despite his seriousness before.

“That’s what I thought at first too, and you might be right. But, Igneous, I don’t think people change, not without the right experiences. She spent a month alone, in the woods, with the bodies of her dead sister's, against mother nature. I know you’ve seen the tapes, and we both know that cheerful, high school girl wouldn’t have survived that. And yet, she did. I think those woods changed her, something happened to her in there that already broke her, and she built herself back up. I don’t know what it is, Igneous, but I just have this feeling, that I’m right.”

Blake was leaning forward in the chair, a look of excitement in his eyes. His arms gripping the armrest tightly, almost like he could barely hold himself back. But Igneous did not flinch, he simply stared back at him with one eye open.

Igneous leaned back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head and resting on them, now both eyes were looking at Blake.

“Other than you complaining about your job being too easy, is there anything else I should know about her.”

Igneous responded calmly, not even acknowledging Blake’s thoughts. This made Blake’s look of excitement leave, as it was replaced by disappointment. But, some part of him expected that.

“Fine, I’ll indulge you. Overall, she has all the traits, that’s not the issue. But, I didn’t focus on each individual one. So, some of them are strongly implanted into her mind, becoming a huge part of her personality. Others are barely holding on to her mind, still making up her personality, but if she’s shaken up enough, they could completely disappear. But, with enough time, she’ll adapt. Could take a few days, or a few years. The human brain is a complicated, unpredictable thing. Then again, she won’t be human for that much longer, will she?”

Blake smiled at Igneous, with a huge, cocky, knowing smile. But, Igneous said nothing in response, and did nothing in response. He just looked back at Blake with one eye, having closed his left eye sometime through his explanation, not acknowledging what Blake said.

“Anything else I should know about?”

Igneous asked casually, once again, not acknowledging what Blake said. Blake, in response, sighed silently.

“Well, if you’re talking about making her the kind of person you wanted, no. But, that doesn’t mean there aren’t other issues. While I have broken her will, there are still some sparks of defiance. She seems fine with me or anyone else, I’ve tested to make sure. She behaves, however I want her to and doesn’t even try denying me anymore. But, the second you’re even mentioned, any discipline I’ve put into her seems to disappear, she shows rage and bloodlust, calming her down is never easy after that. Once, I picked up someone that looked like you. With a few tweaks that made him look even more similar, I put him in the same room as her.

And, well, her reaction. Igneous, I’ve only seen clips of what happened to her in those woods. But from what I have seen, something happened in there that awakened something in her, something…primal. I managed to somewhat suppress it, but it’s still there, and it’s still waiting. The guy I put in there is still alive, I released him back into society, but not without scars. If I hadn’t been there, she would have killed him. Other than her primal rage, there are no issues with her that I’m aware of."

Blake put his hands back in his pocket, as the tension in his body disappeared, he was slowly losing interest in this subject. Since Igneous wanted to be selective about what he wanted to hear, there wasn’t any point in this conversation anymore. But, he was interested in why Igneous was in such a mood. During his time with his ‘toys’, he likes to isolate himself from everything else, so he can focus on them. So, if there was some major recent event that happened over the last month, he would have no idea about it.

“Good, then there won’t be too much to deal with. If that’s everything, then I have one last order for you. I want you to tranquilize her, or just knock her unconscious, your choice. Make sure she’s clothed, and put her on a gurney, there should be a couple in the storage room. Take her to the lab and leave her there, it’s his turn to play with her.”

Blake gulped at Igneous's words, not at Igneous, but at the person he was talking about. The person he was talking about was their scientist, well, not their only one, but the best one, at getting results. He didn’t want to go into details, that would bring back bad memories, some of the few ones he has. He was insane! He was the textbook definition of a mad scientist, the experiments he does, the things he does in the name of science, it was something you had to see to believe.

Blake didn’t say anything in response, there was nothing to say. He knew there was no way he could convince him otherwise, especially not in the mood he was. Sure, he could say something witty, but that would just make him angrier. He said nothing, he didn’t even respond when Igneous smiled at him, he simply got up, and walked out the room. It wouldn’t have mattered, right now, there was nothing he could do.

The second Blake left the room, the smile left Igneous's face, his usual serious expression returning. He quickly opened the drawer to his bottom right, revealing rows of yellow files. A tab on top of each file, indicating what the file was for. As if he instantly knew where it was, he pulled a random file out of the many. He then moved pushed some stuff off his desk, not seeming to care for anything else.

He opened the file, and what was in it was the result of everything that’s happened in the last month. It was extremely organized, maybe even more so than police files. It looked like it was a profile of someone, with lots of details. There were three or four pages in the file, all of them on the same person. The first three were nothing but notes, notes about evidence and theories on someone, about who they were and their intentions. Everything is written extremely well and neat, resembling the notes of a detailed journalist.

Igneous read and flipped through the pages quickly, skimming through his notes, looking for something specific. The last page had what he was looking for, a picture. It was a large picture, covering the entire page. It was a picture of a figure on top of a rooftop at night, the figure was covered in dark clothing, every inch of them was covered in the same kind of clothing, almost like a suit. The figure wasn’t facing whoever was taking the picture, so, only the back of the figure was visible. But, from the back, it could be seen that the person was holding a large sniper rifle, the same color of black as the rest of their clothes.

A red circle was drawn around their head, a line connected to it that leads to the right of the picture. The words ‘Silent Killer?’ was written at the end of it, in the same red marker. This was written before certain events happened, But Igneous knew know that, whoever this person was, is The Silent Killer. All these notes had been collected and written over the last month, they were a mix of evidence, events, theories, and Igneous's personal thoughts on The Silent Killer.

He wasn’t in a bad mood because of something that happened today, it was because of everything that’s happened over the last month. At first, their kills had only been one or two every week. But suddenly, for whatever reason, they spiked up in both quantity, and the target. They weremnow purposely killing specific targets. It started with members of lower gangs, then to members of The Apples, and now, members of The Syndicate.

The thought of it enraged him, never had anyone managed to kill any of their members, until now. Igneous bragged about this fact, saying his members are smart and know what they’re doing. But now, this was becoming personal. They were now going out of her way to kill his members specifically, over the past few weeks, no one else but members of The Syndicate had been killed, he made sure.

It infuriated him! Some random person who thinks they’re hot shit was killing his men! And he didn’t even know who it was!

“But,” Igneous smiled to himself sadistically. “I know exactly how to deal with them. Once Pinkamena has been prepared, that’ll be her test.”

Igneous couldn’t wait until she was ready, she couldn’t wait to watch her tear them to pieces! That is if he could hold himself back long enough. Igneous sat in his office by himself, looking over the file, a huge smile on his face.

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Blake walked up to Pinkamena’s cell door, dread filling him, for many reasons. He wanted to finish her, he hated unfinished projects. He also wasn’t sure if she was ready for ‘him’ yet. Yes, she had been through unimaginable torture, but the things he would do, it would do more than hurt her, it would change her, not mentally like he had, but physically make her something else.

As Blake reached the door, he looked down into his right hand, a small syringe in it. He had decided to inject her with this to knock her out, he wasn’t in the mood to do it himself. He put the syringe in his right pocket, he then pulled back the slide on the bar of the door, looking in before entering. He didn’t see anything but the darkness, but, honestly, he didn’t expect to see her. If he did, he would have been disappointed in himself for not teaching her right.

He slowly opened the door, fully expecting her to jump out of the darkness. But, for once, Blake wasn’t smiling. He made sure to leave the door open, both for the light, and he didn’t plan on staying long. He looked into the darkness, expecting her to have come out by now. But, she does this sometimes. He whistled into the darkness, something he knew she would always react to.

After waiting a few seconds, he could see it out of the corner of his eye. The first thing he saw, was her hair. Her long, silk-like hair. It had grown longer over the last month, which is how he liked it. Then, her face, her beautiful face. There were scars on her face, of all kind. Burn scars, scars from cuts, all kinds. They practically covered her face, some of them fresh, some of them old, but all permanent.

The next thing he noticed were her eyes, her blue, broken eyes. The fire and life were gone, replaced with an empty abyss. The final thing, and the most important, was her smile. It was a wide, sadistic smile, like his or Igneouse’s. it stretched to both sides of her face, making it seem like a permanent smile.

The rest of her body slowly came out of the darkness, covered in the same scars as her face. It was all kinds of scars, it was almost hard to tell what wasn’t covered in scars. The more she came out of the dark, the more he became aware of her. She was on all fours, her body curved in a feminine way, like a cat. He couldn’t deny that he found it arousing, and as much as he wanted to, he didn’t have the time for that.

Her smile seemed to stretch wider the closer she got, making it harder for him to resist smiling. She came close enough for him to touch, which he wanted to, but he resisted. He couldn’t give in, not now.

“Master! You’ve returned.” She said excitedly, seeming genuinely happy that her torturer had returned. To assert and keep dominance, Blake inserted a master-slave relationship. And like everything else, she adjusted quickly. “Is it time for you to play with me already? But, you’re early! But, if you’re already wanting to play, then I’m more than happy to-“

Pinkamena was talking in an excited voice, like she was talking more about a playdate than being tortured. Blake couldn’t take anymore, if she had kept talking, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back. He quickly pulled the syringe out of his pocket, and injected it into her neck. She gasped quickly, not expecting something like that, he was always direct with these things.

“Master?”

Pinkamena managed to get out, before she passed out into his shoulder. He said nothing in return, he did nothing in return. He put his hand on the back of her head, and pushed her head into his shoulder. He wasn’t going to let her change, not after all his work. No matter what is done to her, she will always be his. He will make sure of it.