Knives

Chapter 5

After taking off his shoes and jacket, I dragged his limp body over to the table and tied him down, adding an extra layer of rope. I worked quickly, as he would awaken soon. It would be too much trouble if he were to resist. The resistance is amusing, so long as it's futile.

His eyes began to move behind their lids. "Ah, he's awake," I thought. "So the fun begins." I waited patiently for him to regain consciousness, laying out my tools. I only brought what I would use: a scythe, a longsword, a shortsword, a katana, my cleaver and a little knife.

His eyes flickered open as he became aware of his surroundings.

"What did I do?" he asked, realizing the situation he was in.

"How dare you act like you've forgotten?!" I shrieked. "You tripped me! With this!" I pointed to his right foot with the katana I was clenching. "This foot!"

"I...tripped you?" He asked, uncertainly.

"What did I just say?"

"Right.."

"That's what's wrong with you people! You do things to people and just brush them off! Do you understand the pain you've caused me?" I asked, not waiting for an answer. "Well," I started regaining my sense of sadistic pleasure. "I'll return that same pain to you." I said, discarding the katana for something more threatening.

I traced the tip of the scythe along his chest, leaving a trail of blood and torn fabric.

"Wait, no!" he protested. "Stop, this is my favorite shirt! It's designer!"

I pressed down harder, slicing into his gut. Now the real cries began. His throat tore open in agony as I grinned down at him. I pulled the scythe out and laid it on the floor. I didn't want to kill him yet. I studied my remaining tools, looking for something suitable.

"This is fun, isn't it?" I asked him.

"You're sick." He wheezed.

I paused a moment. "Yes, I know." I looked back to my tools. As I selected the cleaver, he spoke again.

"How exactly will I die?"

"You'll probably bleed to death after an hour or two of unbearable pain. During that time, you may lose your sanity, dooming you to rot even deeper in the pits of Hell."I bit the blade as he thought that over.

"Are you..a demon?"

"That depends on what you consider a demon." I mused. " In a way, I am the absolute epitome of evil, but if you're talking about some winged creature who passes between worlds freely, I'd have to say no. I've tried to get through the mirror but apparently I'm not good enough for that world. And about the wings, well, that one is self-explanatory." He just stared. Disbelief? Shock? Despair?

"Please. You don't have to kill me. Just..spare me. I'll do anything. I'll pay you. I'll even let you hang out with me."

"There's no point in begging! You and I..we're beyond redemption. Me, because, well," I gestured around me. "And you because I choose your fate. Enough talk! I've wasted too much time as it is." I leaned over his throat and positioned the katana, admiring the picture. I paused. There was something I wanted to do first. I grabbed the cleaver with my other hand. I raised it over his right foot and swung down hard, chopping it off. "Is that all?" a voice in my head asked over the screaming. "Yes, that is all." I told it.

I leaned back over his throat and made a wide slit across his strained veins. I pulled back to avoid the spray of blood but I couldn't avoid it entirely. It dyed spots of my short, dark brown hair a deep red. "A nice memento." I thought, smiling. I packed up my things in a black shoulder-bag and left, leaving the bloody corpse there to rot.