sweet, sweet revenge

The story unfolds

I stared at the surgical tools in front of me and glanced up at my father. He nodded and smiled at me. I looked back at the surgical tools and then at my mother, of whom was lying on the table in front of us, unconscious. I was unsure if i could really hurt her, but a flashback of all the times she hurt me reminded me that revenge is a one way street that I couldn't turn back on. I was already this far into the plan so I decided "why not?" I walked over to her as her eyes started to open slowly. When I stopped in front of her her eyes were darting around the room in a frenzy, afraid of what was going to happen.

Her eyes finally focused on me. She saw the white apron tied snugly around my pale waist and she screamed. She knew what was going to happen next. She had seen my father do it to countless unsuspecting victims. I reached for the scalpel on the small tray next to me and smiled at her. She could easily tell what I was going to do next. I felt my father smiling proudly from behind me.

I slowly brought the knife to her stomach and let it carefully glide across her skin. The blood slowly poured out from the incision made as she screamed out of terror. The cut wasn't deep so she wasn't in any real danger quite yet. I laughed at her and decide to run over the cut I made until I could see her innards. This time, she screamed because of the pain she felt. She screamed that it hurt. She screamed that she didn't mean anything she said or did. I was smarter than that, though. I knew that wasn't true. If she had the choice she would have happily traded me in for some "better" child. I laughed and mocked her for her stupidity.

She started screaming at my father in desperation even though she knew he wouldn't help her. He started laughing along with me. He walked up next to me and grabbed the scalpel out of my hand. He brought it up to her chest and started cutting. When he was finished she was screaming at the top of her lungs. He set down the scalpel and told me to stand back. He reached for her and next thing I knew he ripped her breasts clean off and smiled at her tear streaked, pain stricken face. I just stared in disbelief. I hadn't thought of that and was fairly jealous my father could come up with the idea so quickly. I guessed I just had a lot to learn.

He turned towards me and showed me her severed breasts. He joked around by saying I used to feed from them. I made a disgusted face and laughed. I told him how our way of bonding was messed up but oh so enjoyable. I looked back at my mother to see she was starting to pass out from blood loss. I went over to her, picked up the surgical tongs, and inserted them into her stomach. I took hold of the first organ i felt and ripped it out. Unsurprisingly, it was the intestines.

I pulled part of them out and used my gloved hands to pull out the rest of them. The life slowly drained from my mother's eyes as i pulled them out. When they were all out I handed them to my father so he could place them in a jar. He enjoyed selling the organs of his victims to the black market. It paid the bills, after all. I didn't mind. I knew that one day I would have to take over his work anyways.

I used the tongs once more to remove the last of her organs. When all was said and done I put the tongs back onto the tray and looked around the room. The organs were preserved on a shelf nearby, but that was the only neat thing in the room. The floor was drenched in blood and I noticed that on the wall there were some old weapons with blood still on them from his victim from a few hours before. I sighed, knowing it was because my father was to lazy to clean them. I looked at him and, realizing just why I gave him the look, he just looked away and shrugged awkwardly. There was quite a bit of work for us to do in the end. We both knew we were going to do that again, even knowing we would have to clean up.