Daringly Decapitating Dexter

The Animal Avenger

I dragged his body through to my table and wrapped him in plastic wrap and duct tape, awakening him with smelling salts when I'd done. He awoke and began to breathe very heavily and I could see the fear in his eyes as he looked around and saw all my toys displayed on the tables around him. "Let me help you with that" I said, as I ripped the duct tape away from his mouth. "No, no, you can't do this to me, don't you know this is illegal. Let me go, just let me go, and I'll promise I'll do anything you want. Okay, I'll stop, I'll quit my job, I'll never hurt another animal again, I'll go vegan, I promise, I'll help you, help you shut it all down, please, just, if you let me go, then I'll..." "Let me stop you there, Edward, none of that is going to happen tonight" I grabbed a knife and placed the tip on his neck. "Don't talk to me, talk to them, they are why we're here." I grabbed his head and twisted it to see all the pictures on the walls, pictures of hundreds of animals, dogs, goats, mice and monkeys, amongst many others. "They should have been free, they didn't deserve to be parts of your sick power trips, you enjoyed it Edward, you enjoyed taking a animal and twisting and mutilating them until they died, after a long time of wishing they had already. You enjoyed their utter powerlessness. You enjoyed playing God. It's time someone balanced the books." "I did it for science! I'm a scientist for God's sake, I'm no monster, it was for life-saving medicine..." "You've said enough" I said as I placed another strip of duct tape on his mouth. "I can never cause you as much suffering and pain as you caused them, but I can give you enough to wish you'd never been born". 

I picked up my scalpel from the tools laid out in front of me and made a small incision in Edward's cheek. He winced in pain, as blood started to trickle down his face. I used my pipette to draw up a small drop of blood, which I placed between two glass slides. I watched as the blood became a perfect neat circle on the glass and smiled as I placed the blood slide in my shirt pocket. Edward, soon you'd just be another drop of blood in my glass slide collection. 

I turned back and surveyed my selection of gleaming tools, my hand hovering between a few of my old favourites, before my hand settled on a chrome pair of bolt cutters. Perfect. I picked up the bolt cutters and placed them on my playmate's little finger. "This is gonna hurt a little, Edward, but this is all for science, I'm sure you understand." Edward tried to shout and scream, but my duct tape wouldn't let him and instead he tried desperately to break free of his binds, but that wasn't going to happen. I squeezed the bolt cutters and within seconds Edward's finger had dropped to the ground. He writhed in pain and his eyes told me he was already longing for death, but we had a long way to go before that would happen. I methodically carried out my ritual, my clean night being painted with bloody fun, my playmate was a good sport, writhing and screaming as much as any common criminal; once he's out of the lab coat and wrapped in my shrink wrap, it turns out he's just like anyone else who finds themselves on my table. After what seemed to be only a few minutes for me, but what I can appreciate must have felt like an eternity for Edward, I had completed the first stage of my rituals. Edward's hands had been reduced to fingerless stumps, but I hadn't finished my fun just yet. I used my shimmering tool on his toes next, snipping each one off with the same ease I would have if it'd been a piece of wire I was cutting. Edward was still conscious, but only just and my ritual was nearing completion. I once again turned to my table of tools and chose my next old friend. My reciprocating saw. Gleaming deceptively despite the many times it had shimmered with blood. I held the saw, flicking on the switch and watching the teeth raw to life, and slowly lowered it to what remained of Edward's hand. I watched as seemingly in slow motion, the metal teeth of the saw met the soft flesh of Edward's arm, severing it within seconds. Edward writhed in pain and I glanced up at the pictures on the wall. Whatever I did to Edward, it would not be enough. I enjoyed my work, it brought me peace, clarity, order in the chaos. My ritual was intoxicating. My small corner of the world was a neater and happier place, a better place.

 I had reached the last stage of my ritual and turned to my final tool of the night, my chainsaw was laid out before me, reaching out to me as I reached out to it. I picked up the chainsaw, feeling its weight and with a flick of my hand, the motor was whirring and the saw roared to life. I moved it across the room and stood above Edward, looking down at him. With whatever strength he had left, he looked at me, on some level accepting his fate. I moved the chainsaw down through his body, the blades slicing through flesh as if it were margarine, forming a projected spatter pattern consistent with arterial spurting on the wall beside me. Beautiful.