I ran. My frozen, bare feet pounding against the icy pavement. I am cold, shaking, and out of breath. Every bounding step I take brings visions of death and terror, each one bringing new waves of horror and dread. I finally collapse unable to bear it any longer.
I lay shaking and exhausted in a bed of snow and asphalt. Just when I think the visions have stopped I am submerged by the worst of them all. The only thing about this one is it is not a vision at all, but a memory. Dispite myself I am in no condition to put up a fight and against my will it takes me over, reminding me of the horror I am running from...
"Mother I'm home", I scream as I open the doors to the house. I am just getting home from training. She gives no reply... Perhaps she is just sleeping,I shouldn't disturb her, I think as I enter the kitchen. I start to prepare our meal and am half way done setting the table when I hear shuffling in her room. Great she is awake. I enter my room to retrieve her birthday present.
I head to her room but am stopped dead in my tracks by what I see. Blood. Pools of it. I have never seen so much of it in my life. Dispite my terror I force my eyes to follow the source of the flow. What I see is horrifying. In the corner of the bedroom stand my mother's severed legs from the knee down, still in socks, shoes and all like some cruel joke. Her left hand has be cut off and is laying on the bed overtop the stuffed bear dad got her for their anniversary last month. Finally I force myself to look at my mother's body, finding my father hunched over with his favorite hunting knife bloodily in hand.
He rips her apart. Slice by slice but he didn't stop there. He stabs her just below the neck and thrusts the knife deep. Securing the knife in place he collects all his strength into it and rips a cut down to her pelvis. I can hear every bone break, every tendon snap, and every piece of flesh being slashed along the way. He takes the knife and rips a horizontal line across her stomach just as deep as the first. He stabs her in the guy, all the whole twisting and sloshing the knife through her using every effort she can to destroy her.
I try to scream, to run, but the only sound that escapes me is a barley audible gasp. Even this small noise is enough to capture his attention and he looks at me. His green-golden eyes are the same I have always known but they are not his own.
Without a word he clutches the knife in his hand and turns back to my mother's corpse and slashes across the left side of her chest. Throwing the knife down he thrusts his hands into her chest and pulls out her un-beating heart. With blood dripping down his arms and to the floor he throws it at my feet. "Take it!", he screams,"it was never mine to begin with!"
Then as in one last act of anguish he leans down to caress her face with his bloody hands. Closes both of her open dead eyes and kisses each lid. He goes on to kiss her forehead, cheeks, and hesitates for a moment before placing a lingering hate filled kiss to her lips.
He then turns to me with a wicked smile on his face, lifting her up so it looks as if she is only sleeping from the neck up. He takes her head between both hands; the same hands that have cradled me, rocked me, tucked me in at night, comforted me, wiped away my tears and kept me safe all this time, then he breaks her neck. As I hear the sickening crack of bone I am sure he has just broken the last part of the only person I trusted in this world.
I am sobbing uncontrollably at this point and ready to run but fear has immobilized me. He gets up and walks to the dresser, pulling out his Derringer pistol and points it at my head. "You have seen far too much and now you will die like that whore you call a mother". he says this so finely I must strain to hear what he is saying. Out of all possible scenarios I never thought I would be killed by my father.
I turn to run and I hear the shot before I feel it. A bullet lodges into my shoulder and I begin bleeding profusely. "Daddy! Please I am begging you don't let me die this way!" I am sobbing so much and losing blood rapidly that I can barely force the last words across my lips."Don't you love me? Did you ever?" His answer I never heard before I blacked out.
The last thing I saw was my mother's severed body parts being dragged by him and placed where they would be had he not disembodied them. To hide the ripped flesh he does nothing but take off his wedding ring and place it the empty cavity that used to hold her heart. Now everyone will know who did this....
I wake up with a start thrashing and panting in the hospital hooked to I.V.'s and monitors. A nurse is rushed immediately to my side. "Emma? Emma darling you are all right we are here to help you, don't worry we are going to make you better soon, I promise" she tries to sooth me but with no avail. "Wait," I say confused,'what do you mean 'we'?" "Well your father and our staff of course. But I know you have had a long night I'll let you have a moment with your dad." At that she leaves the room.
A shadowy blood covered figure emerges from the corner chair I hadn't noticed before. "Get away from me! I don't want to see you. You are a monster! You killed my mother and you almost killed me! Leave me alone haven't you done enough?!" I am screaming and a new wave of tears take over me. "Calm down Emma, I just came to give you this." He sets a large, wrapped box onto the hospital bed and walks out.
When I am sure he is gone I carefully unwrap the box to find a large tube inside. I open the box to find my mother's decapitated head in a blue preservation liquid. Screaming I throw it across the room and look just in time to see it move.
Her head emerges from the liquid, eyes dead and open, and rolls my way. Her head stops just in front of my bed and her mouth opens to hear my father's escape from it." If you want the answer to your question I have never loved you and I never will. You were never my daughter to love, and now you will die by my will and not your own.I will remember you as my greatest kill."
With that the room explodes in a flurry of flesh and I feel every burn up until the last bit of me is scraped from the walls.
