[NOTE: just an experiment. i played some dark classical music (who knew Chopin could set a dark mood?), and let my mind run wild. also, any crits i receive here, i will reciprocate with a piece of your choice that you PM me. And now... All That's Left Of Him.]
“Is this all that's left of him?”
“Yes, I’m afraid it is.”
“Not much left to work with, is there?”
“Sadly, no.”
“So, where do we begin?”
“Well, we can tell you this much: he started off in the kitchen.”
“Then what happened?”
“He heard a noise coming from the living room, and went to investigate. There he saw a man, probably about eight feet tall, and he froze in his spot.”
“That’s when it happened?”
“Sadly, yes.”
“So, he sees the eight foot tall man, and he freezes. The man, seeing an opportunity, raises his knife, and makes a clean sweep through his throat.”
“Exactly.”
“Then what?”
“Then, out of fear, he runs around his house, spraying blood everywhere: all over the walls, the floor, the ceiling. The man, seeing that his victim isn’t dead, starts attacking him again. He sliced through his stomach, spilling out his intestines, and even going so far as to collect a portion of it for later use.”
“What later use?”
“Knowing this psycho, it’s probably supper.”
“Seems reasonable.”
“You’d think so. So having been effectively disemboweled, he died right here.”
“If he was only disemboweled, why are there missing limbs?”
“Oh yes, seems the eight foot tall man needed a snack of some sort, so he gnawed off the limbs.”
“Just like that?”
“Sadly, yes.”
“So then what happened?”
“Well, it turned out the man didn’t die yet, so he thrashed for a while. That’s when the man took the chair and smashed his head in.”
“All the way in?”
“Far enough in where he could gather pieces of brain.”
“For what?”
“Breakfast the next morning.”
“Sounds reasonable.”
“You’d think so. The man then started to leave, but oddly enough, he felt a tinge of remorse.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, something along the lines of how he knew what he did was wrong, but for some reason, felt the need to do it.”
“Did he ignore this feeling?”
“No, of course not! He went back into the house, grabbed some notebook paper, and wrote a note to the family.”
“A note? What did it say?”
“It said:
Dear family,
I’m dreadfully sorry that I had to do this, but it seemed like the right thing at the time. I hope you can understand my reasoning for it. It seemed like I had to do it, for the sake of your safety, and for the sake of the world. While I’m sure he had some admirable qualities, deep down, he was a disgusting fellow, and by letting him live, I wouldn’t be doing my duty as a human being of protecting my fellow man. Again, sorry about his death, and I cleaned up the best I could.
PS: Don’t worry, I tried to keep it as quick and clean as possible.”
“That’s terrible.”
“He knew that. That’s why he crumpled up the paper and threw it away.”
“Wouldn’t the family find it?”
“He thought of that, too. He took the paper, and burned it, letting the ashes fall on top of the body.”
“I wondered what that was.”
“Now you know.”
“Well, I believe everything is settled now.”
“Yeah, I think we should let the police take care of it now.”
After walking a while: “Y’know, Ed, it really creeps me out sometimes when you talk in third person.”
I hope this helps, or something? I will be PMing to a link, heehee.
