forgive me for ranting over nothing
I'm still not allowed to haunt any sites right now, especially plurk. I never thought LJ would hold this much power in me, though. But it does. And that's why I'm still here.
I miss writing, really. But I miss plurking more. Yet seeing that I still have two exams this week, a term paper outline to be given on Tuesday and two papers due on Friday, I guess I really have to disappear from the internet world for a while.
It makes me sad, just thinking about it. So to pacify myself, I gave in to the urge of posting this one. I don't know. This isn't fan-based or anything. My muses are active, especially Yucchi and Die, but I have to turn them down. I succeeded with them but this morbid side of me just won't shut up.
So I made this deal with my dark side. I'm making this one fic and in turn, I won't open any site for one whole week. That's seven days! Easy? Nuh-uh. I never did something like this before. I get sick when I fail to visit any site for three days, how much more seven?! I'm starting to get scared now. But I have to! *tries not to pout*
Oh, well. Good luck to me. Haha. Bye for now. (>.<)
Btw, the post is rated R, with details of death. Putting up a warning just in case. Don't like, don't read. ^^;;
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Bham! The sweet music of metal connecting with skull, of body hitting the floor. Bham! Bham! Bham! Oh, what beautiful melody as the bat hits bones again and again.
Go on! Scream! Screech! Shriek! Squirm in pain! Bham! Bham! Bham! Whimper! Whimper! Whimper more! And more! And more! Bham! Bham! Bham! Why did you stop? Move! Squirm! Bham! It hurts, doesn’t it? C’mon, we’re not finished yet. Bham! Tsk. How boring.
Oh, but look. Blood! Spreading like sweet wine on the floor. Mmm, tempting. Makes me thirsty. Where’s the knife? In the kitchen? Not here. Not here. Ah, found it!
Thank you for waiting. It is here now. I am here now. Where should we start? Aha! I know, don’t be impatient.
Wow, what soft throat. Pressing, pressing, ah, a pool of blood flowing. Bright red, makes me thirst more. Pressing again, deeper this time, deeper, deeper, and viola! All set. Slowly, slowly, going downwards.
1 inch deep, 26 inches long. There! A deep slash on the torso! More blood, oh, how enchanting! Again, from the neck, 2 inches deep, 26 inches long, until the belly. Deeper. 4 inches deep, 26 inches long. Deeper more. Much, much more. 7 inches deep, 26 inches long. Finally. Oh, such gorgeous sight!
What next? Hmm… The casserole. Ah, how dumb of me not to see it immediately. Two cups of water, is this adequate? Light the fire. What seasoning is here? Perfect! Garlic and parsley, just what I need.
Turn back, bend down, let’s see what we’ll eat first. The stomach? How sticky. The kidney? Looks delicious. Wash it. Slice, slice, slice. The water is boiling, lower the fire. Put the kidney in. Look, it’s drowning! How excited the water is!
Turn around, bend again, look for another meat. The lungs? Maybe next time. The heart! It is beating, tempting me, enticing me! How can I reject its offer? But it won’t budge! Pull. Pull again. Still not? Where’s the knife? Slice a vein and another vein and another and another and… finally! Here, have it! It’s fine now. Chop, chop, chop. Mix with the rest. And wait.
Click! I hear something. What is it? Shit! The men in uniforms! Oh, don’t! Don’t, you assholes! Let me go! It’s not cooked yet! Wait! I said wait, damn it! Bahm! A sharp pain in the back of my head… and then darkness.
I woke up, crouched on the cold floor. What happened? Why am I here in a white room? Oh, the tasty dish I’m cooking - was cooking. Damn bastards, interrupting me! They didn’t even give me the chance to eat. They want my masterpiece for themselves!
Was it tasty? Now I wonder. I bet it was tasty! Did they like it? Did they leave some for me? How am I to know? Who am I to ask? Ah, that man outside glaring back at me. I am puzzled but I have to be friendly to know. So I smile.
“Sir, is my father delicious?”
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Inspired by this murder case from way before.