Everything was perfect. Absolutely perfect! The symmetry! The skin tone! His scalpel! Oh it was... well it was just... just perfection! He beamed at the work of art before him. To think there had been... something wrong with it before made his blood boil. But there was nothing nothing wrong with it now! He wanted to cackle with glee but she would hear it. He knew she was home just by the bile that was rising in the back of his throat.
"Sweetie, I'm home!" Just the sound of her voice was like nails on a chalkboard to him. But soon... Oh so very soon he would fix the disgusting creature.
So after he cleaned off his scalpel, threw his red stained lab coat in the wash, and locked the door to his studio with the only key, he stomped up the stairs and shouted,"Coming, mom!"
He found his mother in the kitchen with her back to him. Perfect, he thought derangedly. The boy slowly pulled a knife out of the nearby knife block, careful not to make a noise. After hiding it behind his back he softly asked, "Did you need something?"
"Michael, you scared me!" she gasped.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Mike, I already told you that you don't have to call me that. Oh, and I was wondering if you wanted tuna casserole for dinner?"
"Please forgive me for my mistake. It's just an old habit from the orphanage; and you know what they say about old habits. Tuna casserole sounds spectacular for dinner. Also, I was wondering if you could come down to my studio, I need help on a new project."
"Lead the way, Michael," she replied with a beaming smile.
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Short StoryI have found that I like writing gruesome and gory stories and I wanted to share them with you. My stories will make you think and my stories won't be for everyone, so read at your own risk... of nightmares, that is. I dont own any of the pictures I...
