The Printer Chronicles

Story 24: Serial Printer

My brother's face is a disgustingly mangled mess, blood and brains splattered all over the beige wallpaper. It's a sickening sight, but I take perverse pleasure in it. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself.

It all started when he refused to let me use the printer. I asked nicely, even offered to pay him for the paper and ink, but he said no. So I went ahead and took it anyway. He tried to stop me, but I was too strong for him. I grabbed the printer and smashed it into his face as hard as I could.

He screamed in pain, falling to the ground clutching his ruined face. I felt a moment of satisfaction at the sight of his suffering, but it was quickly replaced by nausea when I saw the state of his face.

I knew I had gone too far, but I didn't care. I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me. So I picked up the printer and smashed it into his face again and again, until he was nothing but a bloody pulp.

I don't know what came over me, but I just couldn't stop. I kept hitting him, even after he stopped making any noise. I only stopped when I ran out of breath and my arms were too tired to lift the printer anymore.

I stood there, panting and covered in my brother's blood, not knowing what to do next. I knew I had killed him, and I didn't feel sorry for it one bit. In fact, I felt a sense of triumph. I had finally gotten revenge on the brother who had always made my life a living hell.

Now, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm a murderer, and there's no going back from that. I don't know how long I stood there, but eventually I came to my senses and realized I needed to get rid of the evidence.

I dragged my brother's body into the garage and hid it behind some boxes. I'll deal with it later, I thought. For now, I just need to get rid of the printer.

I took it out to the woods behind our house and buried it deep under a pile of leaves. I know it's not perfect, but it'll have to do.

Now, I'm just waiting for my parents to come home so I can tell them what I've done. I know they'll be devastated, but I don't care. I'm finally free from my brother's tyranny. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.