We're All Dead Now!
There's No Use Screaming
He woke up coughing in that small, sound proof basement. It was quite easy to stuff the bamboo shoot and a few bottle’s worth of water down his throat. Soon, it would all be over for him. He just had to sit back, relax, and watch the bamboo grow inside him. Within the next 3 days, he would be speared from the inside, out.
“Where am I? Who are you? Hello? Anyone?” He started yelling. I walked up to where he was tied to a chair. His limbs were duct taped to the chair as well, and the chair, in turn, duct taped to the wall. He had a zero percent chance of getting out. Gerard used to be a boy scout.
“Hello, Alex. Fancy meeting you here.” I said. He tried to speak, but failed, seeing as Gerard and Frankie were busy taping his mouth shut.
“I think you’re going to like it here. You will be spending the remainder of your life in this room, either way.” I looked at his face to find that he was close to tears. “Screaming will get you no where, my dear. This room is about as sound proofed as it comes. I should know, I did it myself.” He still wasn’t smiling... I didn’t want to mess up that pretty little face of his, but he gave me no choice. “Why aren’t you happy yet? I don’t like to see you sad, Alex, so I think I’m going to have to make you happier.” I said, smiling. Frank handed me my favorite knife and I welcomed him with a kiss. I stepped up to Alex, holding up the knife. “It’s a shame I have to ruin your face, but I can’t let you die without a smile, now, can I?” He shook his head, now laced with droplets of sweat. He put a plastic smile on his face, but his lips were quivering. “Nice try, but I can still see through it!” I said, before making the slice from his lips to his ears. “There, better?” I smiled. His blood was hot and sticky as it ran over my fingers. It felt good.
“It’ll be over in 24 to 72 hours. It depends on how much you struggle. The more you do, the quicker it comes. It’s your choice on how soon, but it WILL definitely happen.” I walked towards the exit of the basement, turning off all of the lights as I did.
“Have a good night, Alex.” Frank, Gerard, and I said in unison, before leaving him alone in the dark. It was only 9:00. Maybe there would be time for another one.
Gerard met a girl in our art class yesterday. Her name was Rebecca, another one of the school’s outcasts. They were put together for a project we had to do. One person would be the model, the other would paint them, then the positions would switch. Gerard wanted her to do his portrait first. When she refused, he pleaded with her, using his large brown eyes, until she gave in. I knew what he was planning. Well, she would be caught in our crossfire eventually. It was better to get it over with now. They were planning on going to her house to do Gerard’s portrait, and Gerard was planning on taking her to his “house”. They traded addresses and said their goodbyes, I saw Gerard smirk.
“Would you like to watch me paint a portrait of Rebecca?” He said, walking over to me. The smirk was still on his face.
“As long as I can help.”
“Where am I? Who are you? Hello? Anyone?” He started yelling. I walked up to where he was tied to a chair. His limbs were duct taped to the chair as well, and the chair, in turn, duct taped to the wall. He had a zero percent chance of getting out. Gerard used to be a boy scout.
“Hello, Alex. Fancy meeting you here.” I said. He tried to speak, but failed, seeing as Gerard and Frankie were busy taping his mouth shut.
“I think you’re going to like it here. You will be spending the remainder of your life in this room, either way.” I looked at his face to find that he was close to tears. “Screaming will get you no where, my dear. This room is about as sound proofed as it comes. I should know, I did it myself.” He still wasn’t smiling... I didn’t want to mess up that pretty little face of his, but he gave me no choice. “Why aren’t you happy yet? I don’t like to see you sad, Alex, so I think I’m going to have to make you happier.” I said, smiling. Frank handed me my favorite knife and I welcomed him with a kiss. I stepped up to Alex, holding up the knife. “It’s a shame I have to ruin your face, but I can’t let you die without a smile, now, can I?” He shook his head, now laced with droplets of sweat. He put a plastic smile on his face, but his lips were quivering. “Nice try, but I can still see through it!” I said, before making the slice from his lips to his ears. “There, better?” I smiled. His blood was hot and sticky as it ran over my fingers. It felt good.
“It’ll be over in 24 to 72 hours. It depends on how much you struggle. The more you do, the quicker it comes. It’s your choice on how soon, but it WILL definitely happen.” I walked towards the exit of the basement, turning off all of the lights as I did.
“Have a good night, Alex.” Frank, Gerard, and I said in unison, before leaving him alone in the dark. It was only 9:00. Maybe there would be time for another one.
Gerard met a girl in our art class yesterday. Her name was Rebecca, another one of the school’s outcasts. They were put together for a project we had to do. One person would be the model, the other would paint them, then the positions would switch. Gerard wanted her to do his portrait first. When she refused, he pleaded with her, using his large brown eyes, until she gave in. I knew what he was planning. Well, she would be caught in our crossfire eventually. It was better to get it over with now. They were planning on going to her house to do Gerard’s portrait, and Gerard was planning on taking her to his “house”. They traded addresses and said their goodbyes, I saw Gerard smirk.
“Would you like to watch me paint a portrait of Rebecca?” He said, walking over to me. The smirk was still on his face.
“As long as I can help.”
7/30/13