A Christmas To Die For

1.

There is no escaping death this time. There isn't. One year gone and I could not help but wish to be alive much longer. But who am I kidding. I was raised for this. I was fed for this. Well-fed for this. But all the food in the world is nothing compared to the joy of freedom.
Freedom. The word makes me laugh. I don't remember what it's like to be free. I only see it from my prison. I see it on my master's face. His wife's. His nephews and nieces and the rest of his familys'. It should be nice to be able do whatever you want, whenever.

I used to have friends you know. Not really friends, but, they were close enough. There was Sam, Naja, Buzz the funny guy. He was the first to be killed. Gosh, that day felt like dooms day. You know when the funny guy in group leaves. Like he had this way of taking our minds off things. Or off death.  Special dude that guy.
Next was Naja. Some other guy was brought in few months ago. Lami. White, but unlike the rest of us, he had brown spots or patches. Whatever, he didn't last a week. Slaughtered the same day as Sam.

I watched my master Stroll towards my cage, like he expected me to run. Of course I wouldn't. The thought is tempting, but it would do no good.
Waiting with all the patience in the world, I watched him unlock and open the metal bars that made my door. He grabbed me by the neck as quick as he could, like I would run. I don't blame him, the others always tried to. All the time spent watching their futile attempts has taught me how useless it was. If anything, it just amplifies the pain.

I could see the surprise on his face as he noticed my lack of struggle. He looked me in the eye like he was disappointed. Like he got some sick pleasure from our struggles. I won't give him the satisfaction.
Then he took me to some place behind the kitchen. This be should be the slaughter place. Or slaughter ground. I wondered If anyone ever tried hanging our kind. Like what they did in the gallows. Haha. Good thing I'v still got my sense of humor .
He placed his left foot on my two feet, held my neck with his left hand yanking my head up to reveal my neck. Sheesh man, be gentle, i mean you are about to kill me. As he brought out a knife I didn't know he had i wondered why nobody ever gave us funerals.
  The knife was gleaming, hungry for my blood, I understood why they always struggled and as I saw my reflection on it, as scary as it was, I was determined to stay calm. And I did stay calm.
  I miss when I was still a younger , I knew what I was raised for, but I was a kiddo and kiddos know no fear,  kiddos do not care, kiddos just live.  Ignorant little devils they can be.

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt a sharp pain on my neck. That was when I truly felt panic.
I could feel my neck partially detached from my head. Without warning my arms started to thrash rather desperately. This wasn't the pain I expected. Why am I still alive. No. I should be dead by now. Right? Death was supposed to come immediately after the cut. Oh shit! The pain!
Worse still I couldn't move as I was held down by master's feet. He was only holding my feet so my arms trashed on their own accord. I wanted to scream and beg, but how could I do that with his hand holding my mouth with my head.

Automatically, I felt my blood draining out rather fast. My arms were getting weaker. Then the pain began to fade. Slowly, but it was fading. I felt a hand around my head, detaching my body from it, and throwing it a very short distance.
   I saw my helpless body still moving. It was comical. Like it was trying to find its head. I could say i was trying to find myself. Haha. Wrong joke.

Last thing I remember was master walking away with my still twitching, bloody body like some trophy. Well I was a trophy. I was the Christmas chicken. What a trophy to be.