The Spider's Lullaby

Snuff

Soon after the massacre followed, Renato was in a state of daze. He couldn't feel remorse, or anger, or anything at all. His mind was blank and he was in a state of utter flabbergast.

Murder? The Brazilian law states up to twenty years of imprisonment for homicide. Renato was not worried about that. He was worried about why wasn't he feeling anything. He had just killed his wife and his unborn child. Remorse? No, he wasn't feeling any.

Renato couldn't even get up from the carpet of the living room of their 'safe and beautiful' cottage. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically. He just laid there, on dried blood. He could feel the afternoon sun on his face, the parallel beams had entered the room from the open window. What time was it? One? Two? He couldn't track.

Soon, the sun rays weakened, and he could feel that night was kicking in.

Night. The most horrific time of the day.

It was not very late; Renato could hear that same sound again...! This is the first time today, he felt something. He felt fear. An ice-cold sensation shrivelled down his spine. He felt his limbs getting colder and his breathing getting heavier.

No! He had enough of this! He won't die here. He won't! He gathered all his strength and he stood up. He would leave this hell hole. He rushed towards his room, somehow managed to change his blood-soaked clothes, washed his face and hands. He trembled convulsively as he did these, while the sound became more prominent. He tucked in some money in his pockets and left the cottage, while the corpse of his beautiful wife lay inside the cottage.

The events of how he reached Bello Horizonte and finally rode a bus to São Paulo is irrelevant but all I can say he struggled a lot to make it back home.

It was 6 in the morning when he reached home. Finally, he would find peace, from the nightmare he was living in. But as the day became brighter, he began to understand the unspeakable and harrowing crime he had committed. Uxoricide and foeticide, probably the most gruesome crime in mankind. Guilt and remorse began to eat him alive. He just sat on his sofa and was trying to figure out what was he going to do next. Losing someone is painful enough, but it becomes more painful when the person you have lost is not anymore in your life because of you... Tears rolled down his cheeks without him knowing it. The pain was getting unbearable by the second.

The sun had set.

Tchhhhh... Tchhhhh...

NO! IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING. THEY HAVE FOLLOWED HIM HERE.

The cornucopia of feelings that Renato felt can be described by the painting 'Black Square' by Kazimir Malevich.

They were coming for him... He can feel it... He can feel it deep down in his spine.

He could feel the sound getting clearer with every moment that passed by. He didn't understand what he should do, the next thing he knew was him running towards the terrace of his apartment...

Soon after, he jumped off and fell to his death.