“You're always…getting hurt. Always...because of me”

Casca drove Guts crazy. He loved Casca so much, but he also had dark urges to eat Casca’s insides, kiss her bare, as well as cuddling with Casca's slowly disintegrating body. Casca was the source of these thoughts, which Guts tried to control as best he could. The walls would be covered in the blood of anybody who came close to her, and he wanted Casca to be completely his and nobody else's. These ideas weren't bothersome; he only wanted to stab endlessly into the bodies of those he disliked and leave their twisted, unidentifiable remains deep in the forests for no one to find, especially Casca. Guts would never do something to upset her, he loves her.

When Guts found out Casca and Griffith started dating his thoughts started to get darker. He wanted to kill Griffith, chop off his limbs and send it to every single one of the band of the hawks members so no one else will get close to Casca. Guts hated Griffth with all of his heart. First he acts like he’s above him then he gets with Casca how dare he try to take Casca away from him. Griffith could never love Casca as much as Guts would. Guts was going to make sure Griffith realized exactly what big mistake he made getting with Casca. It was no longer just thoughts at this point, Guts was going to follow through with it this time. Griffith won't ever be seen ever again. I'll make sure to comfort Casca, be there for her through everything and make her realize how much better I am than Griffith ever would’ve been.

Guts sets out to find Griffith at night he knows he’ll be alone at this time. He sneaks up to Griffith’s tent, the lanterns out he should be asleep. Guts walks in quietly and hastily; he wouldn’t want to be seen that would cause suspicion especially after tonight. As I walk in I see Griffith sleeping, he looks so peaceful. It's too bad he did save me, but this is for love. “Sorry Griffith” I say quietly only if he didn’t get in the way. I raise my sword up and bring it down and strike his neck over, over and over again till his head falls off, never giving Griffith time to scream or fully process what just happened. Bloods everywhere, I have to clean myself off and make sure I don’t get caught. I sneak out of Griffith’s tent just as quietly if not more than when I went in. I take what used to be him with me. I need to get rid of his body. I'll bury him in the woods. I pick up Griffith’s pathetic body and bring it to the woods. As Guts throws Griffith in what would be his final resting place he looks at the head Guts cut off happily. All Guts can think about is how Griffith deserved it for distracting his one true love. Guts goes to the lake to wash himself off. He makes sure he gets every drop of blood off his clothes, body, and sword and scrubs till his arms start to burn. He heads back to his tent. “ It was a good night.”

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It’s been three days since Griffith has been missing and it’s also been three whole days where Guts has been truly happy. Now all he has to do is convince his true love to forget about that pathetic man and fall in love with him. Here she comes, she hasn’t been out of her tent since Griffith disappearance, I’ve been starting to get worried. “Hey Guts, I need to tell you something that's important,” she says. She still looks upset for some reason. “Sure tell me” I say nonchalantly. “Guts I think someone has to know something or had something to do with it” she says quietly like she thinks someone’s listening to us. “Casca stop it, it couldn’t be we’ve known these people for years there’s no way they would betray or do something to Griffith” I try to “reassure” her knowing she’s right. Why can’t she realize I did it for us? Why can’t she move on already? “I know, I know but Guts I don’t know what to do I miss him, I really love him and I know he loves me too there’s no way he ran away right?” she starts to tear up, this is my chance. I bring her close and hug her. I love how close we are. It should have always been like this, her and I. Not her with anyone else. Just thinking about that makes me want to throw up, it’s disgusting. Every one of their kisses, every one of their conversation, longing stares from afar, smiles, touches, and gifts dedicated to each other was so repulsive to watch and I wasn’t even able to say anything. I know that prick did it in front of me on purpose, that was why he deserved it. “Casca, maybe it was for the better. We all know Griffith would’ve been too distracted with his dream to give you any of his attention” I try to sound as sad as possible but I can’t help but to feel so overjoyed that she came to talk to me first. I can’t wait until she loves me. I love her so much. I can’t help it, she makes me so fucking crazy.