This is another short story that I wrote but I had no reason for this one. I wrote this for the simple reason to write something. It’s darker than what I usually write and I love how it ended. I forced my sister to read it and she seemed to enjoy it but she may have just been saying that. So if it’s horrible blame her for lying to me. Anyway, this is me putting myself out there once again so I hope you enjoy.
A beautiful revenge
I don’t know how I got here or who this person is but that doesn’t stop me from watching him. Silently, I stand there watching this stranger as he sleeps. In a bed that is also unfamiliar to me. Leaving crosses my mind briefly but something is holding me in place.
I was drawn to this house. I was walking in the dark of night, along the empty streets and this place called to me. It was easy for me to slip into the dark, silent house. Not even a creak was made as I crept up the stairs. The only sounds heard throughout the house was the soft snores from the man in front of me and a dripping sound.
Drip, drip, drip it was a constant noise and it was close. It was in the same room as the sleeping man and myself. The man stirred gently in his sleep rolling over to his back revealing his face to the cold night air and to me.
His face shocks me. I’ve seen it before in the terrible lighting of a bar. He was charming as he was slowly getting me drunk the prior night. He wouldn’t stop telling me I was beautiful and stroking my face. Through my drunken eyes and ears it was sweet. If only my mind had not been corrupted with alcohol, if only I had stayed home. I may still be alive.
Instead I stand before him covered in mud and my own blood. My once white dress now a dingy brown with red trailing down the front and down my legs; until it was collecting on the floor at my muddy feet. My once gorgeous dress was now torn in the front revealing most of my torso and the hem was beginning to fray. My shoes are in front of the bathroom where he must have left them when he carried my lifeless body down the stairs and into his basement. The last room I would ever see.
I now realize that the dripping is coming from me. It’s a mixture of dirt, blood and water from his sprinkler system falling from my body adding to the puddle at my feet. I stand there looking at the man that killed me. The man that is responsible for killing many other women that were all in the wrong place at the wrong time, just as I was.
A smile crosses his face in his slumber. Probably thinking back to the previous night he had. When he brought me back to his place and proceeded to bring me up the stairs. In my mind I was in for a night of regretful fun until he suddenly changed. He shoved me against the wall before he began to strangle me. I tried to fight back but with the amount of alcohol in my system it was useless.
It all turned dark for a while. Then I woke up tied down to a bed, not this bed but a cold metal bed. I still wore my white dress and it was carefully tucked beneath me, as if he cared about my comfort. There was something tied around my mouth so tightly it was digging into the sides of my face. Tears came to my eyes as I realized I was going to die here, in this house, by this guy that was charming.
Stepping out of the shadows was the man that was about to kill me. There was a plethora of surgical tools on a tray in his hands. “Sorry about this beautiful,” was all he said before he took out a scalpel and began cutting into my abdomen. I wish I could say my death was instant. I wish this man would be able to rot behind bars for the rest of his life but he won’t get that chance.
Anger boils inside of me at the sight of him sleeping as if he didn’t just strip me of my life. He took me from parents that would never know what happened to their twenty-seven year old little girl. My body was buried in a shallow grave in the middle of the woods behind his house. Will anyone ever find me or the others buried back there? Only time would tell but the police would find one body tonight, his.
Something happened to me when I was wishing for my own death; when I was begging anyone or anything to save me. Something answered me, they just waited until I was already dead to answer my prayers. I was given an option and I’m not sure I chose correctly. Two men stood before me after I died, one dressed in all white and one in all black.
The man in white told me to go with him for everlasting peace. The man in black said to go with him if I wanted revenge for not only my death but for all of the women that he killed before me. At that moment I was so filled with pain and anger that revenge was all that consumed my mind. Even in death I was angry.
I now know what I chose was the wrong choice but there is no going back now. So, I step out of the black puddle and silently step to the side of the bed. Still watching him with an intense glare. The closer I get to him the more I know what I must do. The last step I make is the first time I make a sound, it’s a small creak but it’s enough to awaken mister charming.
His eyes grow big when he recognizes me and he tries to jump out of bed but that doesn’t happen. I’m too fast for his slow mortal body; I’m also too strong. I pin his body down to the bed using only my weight. My mouth begins to water at the very thought of what I’m about to do. “Please, don’t hurt me,” he begs and tears start to come from his eyes.
“You mean the way that you hurt me?” I whisper in his ear.
My teeth start to protrude out of my mouth and they are so sharp that they cut my lip on their way out. A growl erupts from my throat as I bite down on his delicate throat. His scream turns into a gurgle before no sounds come from him at all. I have stripped him of his life just as he has stripped not only mine but so many others before me.
His blood drips from my chin and down my body until it runs down his chest. A bloody smile plays at my lips as I look at his lifeless body. Though I know I have to spend an eternity in hell for the decision I made it’s rewarding to know he will never again kill again.
“You’ve done well,” came a voice from behind me. The man dressed all in black holds his hand out to me urging me to take it. There is no longer a choice for me because I gave it up when I chose revenge. I’ve made my peace with that. “Let’s go, I have much for you to do.”
I take his hand and we make our way down the staircase. A trail of blood follows me throughout the house and out the door. When we emerge outside there are police cars everywhere but they all run right by us, as if we’re not even there. There is shouting and neighbors in their pajamas all looking towards the charming house. I turn back and watch as they storm into the house with flashlights and guns raised. I smile knowing what they are about to find.
The demon beside me smiles as we continue our walk unseen down the street. “I believe you will make the news for killing the son of the mayor of this fine city. It’s too bad they will never know of the dark things he has done and now they never will. Sometimes revenge isn’t the answer because now people will mourn the death of a serial killer. Worst of all, they will never find the bodies of any of the young girls that he has killed and there are hundreds of them.”
I grow cold knowing that because I made a rash decision I have ruined everything. True, he will no longer kill but now no one will ever know that he killed in the first place. “And don’t worry beautiful, you won’t be cold for much longer.”