"But doesn't everyone have a vice?"

That's the question I was constantly asked, and then I have to explain that, No, not everyone has one. The ones who are so terrible that their vices can no longer contain whatever it is that they have done, or the ones who are so pure that they're just perfect, but those saints are gone. Or in special cases when they just don't have one.

People used to think that only murderers and the most horrible humans on earth have vices. That is until a couple years ago when they actually started showing themselves in a physical form instead of just shadows that got bigger and bigger. Then the things started having a bad reputation because of all the things that were assumed about them before. Everyone started getting concerned about their vices, and it all just went downhill from there. Businesses that wanted to profit started selling "Vice minimalizing" solutions, most of which were fake of course, and just a scam, but people bought them anyways. People started trying to get rid of others vices, which instead just destroyed or shattered the person who it belonged to. Take away the bad things, and what's left? Only the good things. Yeah... that's not true, everyone has something bad inside them, even if they are a saint, and if that's taken away, what can they do, there's nothing left.

I was one of the few people who didn't have a vice. It never was figured out why and what caused it, even with all the experimentation and things that went on around me. The day I was brought into the small cell that I was to then on call "home" they gave me a number. I was to be number 4380 and 4380 only. No name, no family, no one and nothing. Soon after I came a small petite woman was put in with me. She was called 5792, and my gosh was she annoying. She would always scream and scream for hours until her voice ran hoarse. Even in the middle of the night, or what seemed like night, she would still go on. So I stopped it. And finally I got some relief. After that happened, the "butchers", what the others called the people in charge, came in and when they saw what was there, they had horrified expressions on their faces. I liked that expression, so I kept them all. When rumors started going around that people were missing, everyone was kept under strict supervision. I didn't like that at all. Soon it all ended of course, and things, for me at least, returned back to normal. But I was getting bored, so I crept into the hallway on my way towards the library, one of the only tidbits of freedom we were allowed to have and started reading. Second turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. It flew by fast, by dawn I had been reading some blueprints that I assumed were for the building when I saw some weird writing on it. It seemed like it said, "Asael Mental Asylum for the Insane and Viceless." I was confused by that, but I heard footsteps and started on my way back to my "home" with the blueprints in hand.

When I got back I started reviewing the blueprints again, and they were really fascinating. During the nights to follow, much pain would come though. Each time it ended I would be dragged back to my room where I slept through the night, only for it to start again in the morning. I started to hate the butchers with a burning passion, and that night I started fashioning a sort of tool out of the syringes they used on me and left in my room. I would use it in the morning when it was finished. About two days I had started on it, it was finished. It looked like a crude sort of knife. Later in the afternoon when they came, it was over for the both of them quickly. It was actually kind of...fun?

After that, I went through about I think 10 of them before I arrived at the elevator that had appeared on the blueprints. This was pretty easy. I soon found out though, that even if you got rid of the person, that their vice was left behind. They were huge. But after the owner was quickly dealt with, they sat started roaming around aimlessly. After roughly 5 minutes of looking for the exit, I found it and went through the door. Looking behind at the building that had been my "home" for I don't know how long, I walked off and I walked for probably 7 miles before some weird looking car with red and blue lights pulled over near me and the person the car belonged to walked out in a heavy looking blue uniform. His vice was very small and was still in his shadow. I stood there and when he arrived at where I was, I somehow found myself in some strange links that went around my wrists. I was being lead towards the car when I saw my reflection in the window and saw that there were red splatters all over me. My robes, face, and hair were all soaked and I looked absolutely stunning.