(Disclaimer: May contain violence or sexual situations. 18 plus. You have been warned.)
“What kind of monster are you?”
Her words rung into my ears like poisoned honey. The question hanging in the air. What kind of monster am I? The kind I thought dear mother who has had quite enough. For as long as I could remember I had feared her She was my boogey man and she wanted to know what kind of monster I was. My eyes darted towards the man hanging there. His body covered with scars. Had I done that? Did I care anymore? I didn’t believe I did. They had pushed me to this course of action and now like all those faced with the consequences of their actions they were afraid.
I turned allowing my eyes to drift up to the man as I circled him. I should have a knife I thought to myself or a neat little tool kit like in the movies. Didn’t torturers have such things? It was funny how utterly calm I felt. I should feel something, pain, angry, pleasure; maybe I felt that I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like I was doing this to please myself or because I enjoyed it. No, I was doing it to avenge him. It was the child who would never come into the world. It was my child that would never have a chance to laugh or cry the child who would never know joy or sorrow. For all those moments it would miss I would crave out of the man’s flesh inch by inch. Ok, maybe I was angry after all. However, I still felt calm looking over the canvas. “What kind of monster am I, dear mother? The one you made don’t you like me?” I giggled as I moved.
I knew not where the powers came I just knew they were there as the black tendrils continued to hold the man pinning him to the wall. Seeping into his body I could have simply used them to pin him in place. But, instead they went through his wrists and through the top layer of skin, shooting all the way through the arm and out the shoulder before attaching themselves to the wall. The blood dripping down them as it pooled on the floor. So, much blood one might argue he should be dead by now. It was amazing what the human body could endure at least with the help of whatever powers were awakened inside of me.
I saw her eyes grow big at those words as she looked up at him. If I didn’t know my mother better I would have sworn she was mourning for her friend and lover. However, I knew my mother she was wondering how long it would be before I would string her up like that against the wall. Despite all the horrors she had done I had always loved my mother. Had? Did that mean I no longer did? Was there a breaking point for even me? I could hear my best friend Nikhil in my head. He wouldn’t like this at all. Well, guess what he was dead and my only link to him now gone from the world as well. “You should have let me be.”
I turned and lashed out again the same feelings of frustration and pain were building fueling my rage and yet my head still felt clear. I wondered if this was what it felt like to go insane. I moved towards the man the black flames coming to life in my head as I watched the flesh melt slowly from his face. I could hear his screams echoing the room and it sounded like the sweetest melody I had ever heard. Placing one finger in front of his eye I put my finger there and one small black tendril came out of the tip poking the eye as I felt the pop. “You bitch I will crave you apart when I get free.” He screamed. A rather brave or was it stupid thing all things considered.
“Darling if you get free…you will be dead. I am sure the blood lost alone would kill you. And if you do get free and somehow live without whatever I am doing to keep you breathing. I am doubt that you would be in any condition to do much of anything.” I moved as I smiled leaning forward licking his cheek before I bite down tearing off a hunk of flesh and spitting it to the ground. The blood sprayed out and I wiped it across my cheek in annoyance. “No, when I am done you are going to be nothing more than a rotting sack of meat that is aware of every moment that something is taken from him. Every single inch of flesh that is pulled off.” I grabbed his hand and with a quick movement I pressed tiny needles under his nails of each finger. “Aware of everything I cut off, every thing I burn and every scar I gave to you. Till you are nothing but a shell of yourself stuck within a body of melted flesh and the only thing you can do is scream. When that is done I might restore you and do it all again. Just so I can come up with new ways to watch you squirm.”
His eyes darted towards me I could see within them fear. I cared not let him be afraid he should be. I had nothing left to lose at this point. “It was her idea. She didn’t want you to have the baby I was just following orders.” For a second, I paused to look at him. I could remember every moment as the man had raped me time and time again. As he had beat me to a bloody pulp and in the end my body could no longer carry the b baby and the moment when I felt his soul leave me. A pile of blood and fore left behind. It had broken the little will I had left.
“I am aware of my mother’s role.” She had never wanted me to be happy. It was that hate for my father that burned in her. This was hate and passion in equal measure. The passion because he was the one thing she had truly wanted and the hate because he had denied her. I still wasn’t sure what to do with her. Maybe I should leave her here to her own loneliness maybe lock her in her own mind with images of my father’s refusal to keep her company. I seemed to be pondering this when the man brought me back to attention.
“You stupid whore you enjoyed every moment of it. I will do it again I can still taste you.” He laughed it would appear when his first words didn’t get a response he decided on a different tactic. I sighed and walked towards him and with one swift movement I pulled off his manhood and stuffed it in his mouth stuffing it so deep it was stuck with in his wind pipe. With a wave of my hand I sewed as much of his mouth shut to keep him from spitting it out as I could. “There you go since you seem to enjoy yourself much more than I ever did.” His one good eye still looked at me as I sighed.
I continued to move peeling long strips of skin off and tossing them behind me as they caught on fire the black flames consuming them. Inch by inch I was peeling this man. Skinning him alive I believe the term is. I wasn’t concerned about such things. It was rather messy work and I found the bottom of my feet caked with blood. His blood was seeping into the carpet. She assessed the damage as the man growled. “Kill me already you bitch.”
Her eyes darted towards his as she leaned forward. “I am never going to kill you. You are mind for all time. I will never end your torment. You shall exist forever within my home and I shall bring you back time and time again and wash, rinse, repeat as it goes.” She giggled lightly as she leaned back. I realized at that moment I was no longer myself. I was a being of vengeance and the world could all die for all I cared. The people meant nothing to me. They were all toys and I could use them as I saw fit. Not one of them had ever been there. The only person who had was dead. I had failed Nikhil. The world had failed me. I would bath it in a river of its own blood.
The thoughts within my head turned darker and darker as I began to imagine rewriting the world. Bodies strung up to be tortured to inflect upon this world the suffering I had felt. A world where people would be at my whim and beg to be released from their pain. I would not release them though. After all they so enjoyed torturing themselves and others so why not make the world what it actually was. The thoughts keep swirling in my head when the tiny little light first came into being.
At first it was such a small thing the size of a pin head. Nothing more than a speck that seemed to grow and grow. It didn’t catch my attention as lost as I was in my own thoughts. The light continued to grow into it was about the size of a ball. The ball floated towards me as I tilted my head to watch it. It swirled and something began to take shape. It took the form of a baby as it slowly morphed into a small child. The baby I had lost the child he would have become. He was Nikhil’s and my son in a manner of speaking or the soul of our child. The tiny light filled the room. It didn’t say anything it didn’t have too. The light washed over me and I could feel its goodness. So, like his father I thought willing to forgive anyone anything.
It was trying to remind me that for every soul out there like my mother and her friend. There were souls like Nikhil bright lights in a world gone mad. And for every soul like his there were ones like my own. It was those who fought a battle between their light and dark. And each and every soul was different. That the universe held a range of possibilities that even I couldn’t imagine. I stared at the child and for the first time I could feel the peace radiating off of him. He had come to tell me he was alright. Death despite all the hurt it brought was not a negative it was neutral and everyone was called home at some point. There was no pain in the end only a new path.
I glanced up reaching out for the tiny hand as the tears that wouldn’t come earlier streaked down my face. The hand moved through me being made of nothing more than spirit and the sensation washed away all the pain and anger from my soul. I glanced at the man for the longest moment. He was a sad sight and I felt for him a small bit of pity. However, I would not release that monster on the world again. I lifted my hand and released him to death. The flames consumed him and within minutes he was gone his soul vanishing to whatever place it was going. I had my thoughts on the matter but I keep them to myself. The child smiled at me I smile that pained my heart. He lifted his hand and brushed it gently against my cheek as bent down to look at him. With that motion he was gone and I was left alone in a room with my mother. I leaned a lesson in mercy that day and in the freeing power of it.
I stood up and turned walking towards her as I knelt down. She was staring at me like I was an alien. It was clear that the child had no influence on the hate inside her heart. I shook my head. “I loved you once. Perhaps, I still do. Despite all the horrors you have inflicted upon me. And to honor that love and the wishes of my son. I shall not kill you this day. But, know this if we ever cross paths again I will not hesitate to show you how very much like you I truly am.”
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