Abomination

Chapter 1: The Art of Murder

"Hands up! Back away from the girl!"

Raising my arms to my head, I slowly turned around to face the man that interrupted my work. A man wearing a police uniform stood there, holding a gun in his trembling hand as he stared at my art, looking immensely appalled.

"Oh, I see you've met my masterpiece. Do you like it?" I asked innocently while playing with a knife in my hand, coated in blood.

The policeman looked over at the body of a dead girl right next to my feet. She was covered in blood from head to toe...well–neck to toe. Her head was missing (courtesy of me, of course). Frankly, by cutting it off I was doing the world a favor. Her chest was still spurting dark red liquid, causing large dark puddles to form.

"Wh-what did you do to her?" the man's voice trembled and I could tell he was trying to sound brave.

"I turned her into my very own art project. Let's just say I've been feeling very inspired lately. In fact, I think I'm going to create another artwork for my portfolio.." With that, I smiled darkly and flung my knife at the police officer.

As soon as it reached its destination, a loud shrilling scream escaped the man's mouth. He looked down at his right hand and as soon as he felt a stream of blood escaping it, he let out another scream.

"Oh, will you shut up? None of this would have happened if you followed the sign!" I spoke while pointing to a sign on the door reading 'Do Not Disturb' in large red letters.

As soon as I finished talking, the man bolted straight toward the open door. He silently prayed as his legs functioned as fast as they could.

"Where do you think you're going, old man?" I raised my voice, trying to make it sound as threatening as I possibly could.

The man was so close to the exit. He could feel the happiness building up inside of him. He could almost taste freedom from the horrible person he just encountered, the monster...but that feeling didn't last long.

His spirit was suddenly crushed as the door slammed in his face. He looked at me again with those terrified eyes, confused and horrified.

In response, I raised my right hand, closed it into a fist, and opened it to reveal a massive flame.

"This is a magic trick I like to call your road to hell because that's the only place you're going. This is just of a demo of what's going to come. " With that, I shot the flame out of my hand and into the man's body.

It slowly started to engulf every inch of his body. He let out numerous screams as he sobbed and wept. He prayed and begged for the pain to stop. Tears started to stream down his face and mix with the blood and sweat that was dripping on the ground.

But, the genuine feeling of pain on that man's face didn't faze me, for I've been through much worse. I've been to hell and back. I've suffered unspeakable torture that damaged my soul forever. I could no longer feel any emotion except anger and lust for revenge.

And it's all because my father thought I was evil. For a long time I've tried to prove him wrong, but all he did was inflict more pain and torture that turned me into the "abomination" I am today, so I decided to go with the alternative.

I was going to prove him right.

Hopefully, then he would see that killing my sanity was the worst mistake he ever made.

With those thoughts in mind, I began to cut through the man's body with the knife in my hand. I heard more screams but that didn't stop me.

After I finished, I admired the words I carved into his body.

I'M COMING FOR YOU, DAD

-JAY

It was short, but that was because there wasn't enough room to write more letters on the man's chest.

I started to walk away from the body with a plan hatching in my mind.

He will pay.

They will all pay..

My eyes have been sewn shut
Forced to see nightmares
My words have been cut
Forced to stay silent

I have been given insanity
And lust for blood
Been stripped away humanity
Dropping bodies with a thud

Death's not an option anymore
At least for immoral, maniacal me
For I already died before
And awoke as this monstrosity

Put away the holy water
As it's burning your skin
And do not even bother
To try to win

You'll die just like the thing you assassinated
Called sanity, which in turn, madness created