butchered

the butcher and his knife

FRIDAY 12AM THE LATE NIGHT SHIFT

Ivan's P.O.V:

First night shift yes, I wonder how many customers I will get,

2 HOURS LATER

Ivan's P.O.V continued:

No customers have come yet arghh, oh well. I start to think about why they "the tribe or siblings" called me butcher boy and then I got angry, really angry I go up to a dead cow and just start to chop the living daylights out of it... Oh wait it's dead so let me rephrase that I started to chops daylights out of it then I call the boss my new boss of course and call to say that I can't make it to the night shift and he says "not good enough do better next time" I will assure you I reply then I go out for a little how shall I put this Walk Since it is about 2 o'clock in the morning I go out to Joshua's house and knock on his door this will be a nasty surprise I think to myself, Josh's wife left him only two weeks from this day and he seems depressed so I will do him a favour. A big favour...

Joshua's P.O.V:

What the hell are you doing at my house this early in the morning I scream as I open the door... Oh sorry I didn't know that it was you Ivan come in "I have some freshly cut beef here I cut it myself from my new job". Oh yeah I heard about that I reply good on ya well don't just stand there come in. So how was night shift I ask? "Well it's good and it's bout to get a whole lot better" oh really how come? "Well I have a awesome surprise for you" you'd do that for me I say "yep I would" what is it, WHAT IS IT I ask he says something back that I don't want to hear "your demise you fool" he replies with an evil grin then pulls out his butchers knife and one slice of his HUGE knife of his and I am now gutted I am gurgling and coughing up blood from my throat, my lungs are aching from the slice where he cut me, I scream in terror and fear you will never get away with this I wail to him as I can barely speak because I am in agonising pain.

Ivan's P.O.V:

Yes I will get away with this because I will feed you're body after I completely kill you to a slaughter house that just chops you up into millions of tiny pieces so no-one can identify your body." Why are you talking to me you psychopath I will kill you why haven't you killed me yet if you came over to kill me" well I say... I am not killing you because I want to see you suffer and you can't kill me because you're dead then one flick of my wrist and Joshua is a dead and bloody man then I chop him up into small portions and feed him through the machine and now he is a small pile of grind up meat on a table wait until Elise sees him in a pile she's gunna freak. I write a poem and put it in the mail to Elise's house the poem says;

Josh Is dead.

You are next.

Watch you're texts.

It something you said.

Ground up into meat.

Your demise won't be neat.

I'll cut off you're feet.

Be sure to scream when we meet.