The Face You Gave Me

A gruesome scene

It had almost been five years since Charles mission in Russia had gone wrong. But Charles still looked like the 25 year old he was then. His short but muscular appearance was still the same. The only change was that he now walked with a limp. But falling off a mountain can do that to you. Even though he got caught on a ledge some thirty feet from the top of the cliff, it took half an hour to get a rescue team to him. He was lucky he didn't freeze.

Charles was now working for a security company called Armed Escorts Inc. After hearing that he was in the army they accepted him. They knew he wasn't afraid to shoot someone. Charles was trained more for hand to hand combat but he hadn't told them that.

Today is Saturday and Charles has a day off. An old friend is coming over for a game of cards. Charles glances out the window of his house. He checks his watch. "Bill isn't normally late," he thinks, checking his watch again. He was supposed to be over twenty minutes ago, and he only lived a few blocks away.

Charles picks up the phone and dials his friends number,listening to it ring.

"Hi you've reached the home of Bill, Laura, and Tyler Lenon. We can't get to the phone right now so please leave a message and we'll get back to you," his friends voice came through the earpiece.

Charles thinks his friend must be on his way. Ten minutes later with no Bill arriving he was getting worried. Charles walks to the door, puts on his shoes and begins walking. It takes him a few minutes to get to Bills house but when he does he knows something was wrong. The door is slightly ajar and the curtains are closed. Charles knew that Bill always wants as much natural light coming in as possible. Charles runs the rest of the way.

"Bill! Bill! Where are you Bill," Charles shouts through the open door.

When there is no answer after about ten seconds, Charles pushs the door open and the most shocking thing meets his eyes. His friend Bill and his family are tied to chairs that looked like they were floating in puddles of blood. His friend and his family looked as if they had been skinned like animals. Chunks of flesh are hanging off there bodies. There faces are of great pain and had been mutilated beyond any repair. They looked like something out of a horror film. Charles wishs it was just a horror film but it wasn't.

Charles shaking fingers have trouble pulling out his cellphone and even more trouble dialing 911. Charles didn't even remember saying anything but ambulances arrived with the police. He is questioned about it but doesn't have much to say. The police finally let him go home after tons of I don't know questions.

Charles walks home, in a dazed state. He didn't even notice the package on his doorstep until he tripped over it. He picks it up and opens his door. He places the package on the table and grabs a knife. He slices through the tape holding it shut and lifts open the box. The second most gruesome thing he had seen today was inside that box.

There, in that box, was a large blood soaked hunting knife. The razor sharp blade was crimson with blood. Beside the knife was a note, stained with blood. Charles flips it open. There, written in blood it said:

THIS KNIFE WAS USED TO MURDER YOUR FRIENDS. I WILL CAUSE YOU MORE PAIN IN THE FUTURE. THEN, YOU WILL DIE.