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Snapshot of pain (Psychobabble requested and I delivered)
Posted 07-06-2010 at 12:45 PM by Good Super Villain
Snapshot of Pain
As I walked into my father’s room it smelled like him. He had been dead now for nearly a week, but in here it seemed like he was still alive. I sat on his bed and looked through a box of old pictures that he had saved. It was hard to believe that someone who had lived such a wicked life would only have a handful of pictures to be remembered by. As I flipped through the pictures of half naked sluts I spotted a picture of me. I was only about eight and it was a very horrible picture. Behind me were three bodies laying on the ground and it was obvious I had been beaten. There was a tiny trickle of blood coming from two bruised and puffy eyes. I looked at it and almost like some sort of twisted magic, I found myself standing there looking at a beautiful and nearly naked woman taking that very picture. I had been sent back to that moment. I thought hard, trying to stir up memories of that day, but nothing.
.
A loud crack rang out behind me and as I turned I saw my father chopping the legs off of one of the bodies. The scantily clad woman ran to his side and dragged the legs over to a roaring fire. Then he yelled at me to grab an arm and throw it on the fire too. I did. It didn’t burn right away. The blood bubbled from the severed end as the hair singed off. I watched it and then heard sirens ringing out in the distance. Soon they were here and the bodies were all burned beyond recognition. As they arrived my father kept on putting refuse wood on the fire. He told the officers that he had just bought this property and was burning all the shit left behind. He wasn’t lying.
.
The police wrote in their book and then drove away. I watched my father walk into the cabin at the back of the property and then I felt the sharp nails of his whore in my neck. I kicked and fought, but her grip was tight and I could not escape it. She dragged me into the cabin. Inside my father had her tie me to the stove pipe and instructed her to bend over so he could bang her for a bit. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend the grunting and groaning was something else. When they finished I felt a rope go around my neck. The woman was naked now and she strung me up around a light. As she pulled I felt my feel lift off of the ground and I tried so hard to breathe. Then came a darkness, so black and so absent of everything.
.
I opened my eyes and looked at the picture and wondered if what I just experienced was real or not. I felt such rage form what I felt and as I looked at the picture I felt it catch fire and burn in my hands. I stood up and walked over to a mirror and as the horns cut through my head my eyes changed from a beautiful blue to a flaming red. I was living hell and I was ready to unleash such horrors on this fucked up world.
.
Then a knock came on the door. I opened it and to my surprise was a beautiful and just barely twenty year old woman. She looked so frail and fragile and the very moment our eyes met, my horns disappeared and my eyes returned to blue. She was so pretty but looked like she hadn’t eaten in months and she only managed to get out a couple of words before collapsing, “Resist, resist.” She fainted and I carried her to a sofa. She slept for hours and as she slept I stared at her. She was so pretty to me and it seemed like I knew her. I noticed a note in her shirt pocket and took liberty to look at it. This is what it said,
“The Demon you are looking for is very confused because he has just been born form the lake of fire. He has been cast out of Tartarus because of his heart. For this we have cursed him with a human heart. He must feel all that the Angels have inflicted upon the flowers of the Earth. He must be stopped. Kill him.”
.
I dropped the note and in a flash of energy I remembered everything. Then I looked at my sweet assassin and took her hand in mine. I kissed it and then I kissed her cheek. She woke up and drew two very sharp looking daggers and screamed at me. She was yelling and waving the daggers around like a woman gone suddenly mad. I decided that if she wanted me dead I would let her do it. I lie on the floor and spread out my arms and legs before yelling, “I resisted the evil, but you still must destroy me. Do it now!”
.
She did.
As I walked into my father’s room it smelled like him. He had been dead now for nearly a week, but in here it seemed like he was still alive. I sat on his bed and looked through a box of old pictures that he had saved. It was hard to believe that someone who had lived such a wicked life would only have a handful of pictures to be remembered by. As I flipped through the pictures of half naked sluts I spotted a picture of me. I was only about eight and it was a very horrible picture. Behind me were three bodies laying on the ground and it was obvious I had been beaten. There was a tiny trickle of blood coming from two bruised and puffy eyes. I looked at it and almost like some sort of twisted magic, I found myself standing there looking at a beautiful and nearly naked woman taking that very picture. I had been sent back to that moment. I thought hard, trying to stir up memories of that day, but nothing.
.
A loud crack rang out behind me and as I turned I saw my father chopping the legs off of one of the bodies. The scantily clad woman ran to his side and dragged the legs over to a roaring fire. Then he yelled at me to grab an arm and throw it on the fire too. I did. It didn’t burn right away. The blood bubbled from the severed end as the hair singed off. I watched it and then heard sirens ringing out in the distance. Soon they were here and the bodies were all burned beyond recognition. As they arrived my father kept on putting refuse wood on the fire. He told the officers that he had just bought this property and was burning all the shit left behind. He wasn’t lying.
.
The police wrote in their book and then drove away. I watched my father walk into the cabin at the back of the property and then I felt the sharp nails of his whore in my neck. I kicked and fought, but her grip was tight and I could not escape it. She dragged me into the cabin. Inside my father had her tie me to the stove pipe and instructed her to bend over so he could bang her for a bit. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend the grunting and groaning was something else. When they finished I felt a rope go around my neck. The woman was naked now and she strung me up around a light. As she pulled I felt my feel lift off of the ground and I tried so hard to breathe. Then came a darkness, so black and so absent of everything.
.
I opened my eyes and looked at the picture and wondered if what I just experienced was real or not. I felt such rage form what I felt and as I looked at the picture I felt it catch fire and burn in my hands. I stood up and walked over to a mirror and as the horns cut through my head my eyes changed from a beautiful blue to a flaming red. I was living hell and I was ready to unleash such horrors on this fucked up world.
.
Then a knock came on the door. I opened it and to my surprise was a beautiful and just barely twenty year old woman. She looked so frail and fragile and the very moment our eyes met, my horns disappeared and my eyes returned to blue. She was so pretty but looked like she hadn’t eaten in months and she only managed to get out a couple of words before collapsing, “Resist, resist.” She fainted and I carried her to a sofa. She slept for hours and as she slept I stared at her. She was so pretty to me and it seemed like I knew her. I noticed a note in her shirt pocket and took liberty to look at it. This is what it said,
“The Demon you are looking for is very confused because he has just been born form the lake of fire. He has been cast out of Tartarus because of his heart. For this we have cursed him with a human heart. He must feel all that the Angels have inflicted upon the flowers of the Earth. He must be stopped. Kill him.”
.
I dropped the note and in a flash of energy I remembered everything. Then I looked at my sweet assassin and took her hand in mine. I kissed it and then I kissed her cheek. She woke up and drew two very sharp looking daggers and screamed at me. She was yelling and waving the daggers around like a woman gone suddenly mad. I decided that if she wanted me dead I would let her do it. I lie on the floor and spread out my arms and legs before yelling, “I resisted the evil, but you still must destroy me. Do it now!”
.
She did.
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