Vengeance
by Daniel Beadle - Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Lauren spits up a little more blood as tears and mucus stream down her face. The large thug has his hands clasped down on her shoulders.Vengeance strides up next to her, removing his black trench coat and folding it in his arms before placing it on the desk. He sits on the desk himself, very casually, with a wry smile on his heavily scarred and mostly bandaged face. He looks at the whimpering girl with a perfunctory glance and proceeds to roll up his sleeves as he talks.
“There’s a very good chance, Lauren, that you have no idea who I am. We only met once before. You probably don’t remember it, and if you did, even I would be impressed. You see, I didn’t always look like this…” He removes his sunglasses, and only one of his eyes is visible, as the other is covered in bandages.
“You’d be surprised at how easy it is to find people you barely even know.” He looks at his sunglasses in his hand. “But I’m a collector. I collect things, I retain things for my own amusement. When I was younger, I used to collect baseball cards.” He chuckles to himself. “But my tastes have changed with time.”
Vengeance reaches in his pocket, producing a small ring box. He opens it and looks at the contents. “For example. There was a girl…” He looks at her. “A female not very much different than yourself… She broke my heart… But I forgive her. It wasn’t her fault. Opportunities moved us away, I suppose. But I just wanted something to remember her by. So I tracked her down, and we rehashed good times.”
Vengeance's voice falls to a whisper. “They were good times.”
Vengeance's voice resumes its normal volume. “And I used a skinning knife to remove her clit before caving in her skull.” He shows Lauren the box that contains a small fleshy nub. “I like to chew on it at night and pretend I’m fucking her with my tongue.”
Lauren shakes, trying desperately to scream or escape, but nothing comes of it.
“I don’t know you so well, though. I think…” Vengeance stands, putting the box back in his pocket. “I think that you and I need to be better acquainted.”
Vengeance walks toward her and leans his face in close to hers. Through the bandages, she can see his empty eye socket. He whispers, “’Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.’” He chuckles. “Don’t you recognize it? It’s your favorite quote.” He smiles. “And how apt.”
Vengeance looks up at the thug holding her down. “The Internet has allowed for the blossoming of such narcissism. Everyone wants to share themselves.” He looks back at Lauren. “Okay, Lauren. Let’s share. Let’s make you into a beautiful fucking butterfly.”
