He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t explain it, that feeling he got. The shiny blade of the knife slid down the flesh with ease, staining the surrounding fur a bright red. She struggled, her arms and legs pulled outward by fishing line. He loved to keep them alive, loved to watch them slowly slip away as he studied their anatomy.
“Yeeeow,” she screamed, spitting and hissing at him.
He continued to pull the blade downward, almost like unzipping a zipper. He giggled to himself at the strange noises emitting from his victim. He pulled a nail from between his lips, using it to stake one corner of the peeled flesh to the table. The other three nails did the same, displaying the slimy interior like an open book.
“Mrrr.”
The sounds she was making were getting quieter, her struggling getting weaker. He used his finger to prod at the still beating heart. It pumped more rapidly as he fondled it, then slowed down until finally stopping. He looked back at her face and it was motionless.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, stroking her head. She was so pretty now, much prettier than before.
A light tapping at the window made him jump, dropping the knife to clatter to the floor. Another beauty was looking in at him through the glass, her green eyes were hypnotizing.
“Just give me a minute to finish up,’ he said, smiling up at her, “you will get your turn.”
She seemed to be staring down at her fallen sister, then jumped down and vanished. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of a loss, hoping she would come back again.
He took out his scissors, and began cutting away his favorite bits. He loved adding to his collection, loved seeing them all together, like a happy family. It filled him with pride as he looked up at the cloudy jars.
He was dropping the pieces into an empty container, the formaldehyde stinging his nostrils. Every so often, he would stop what he was doing to stroke her head. She was just so beautiful.
He looked up at the shelves, wondering where the perfect place would be for this new addition. A sense of joy filled him as he circled the room, admiring his work. He had to watch his step, the shriveled bodies of the others were scattered here and there. He just couldn’t make himself part from them, they were just too perfect. Besides, his favorite parts were preserved and on display for him.
Another light tapping on the window, the glass screaming as something sharp was dragged across its surface. Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach as he saw more little beauties staring in at him. There were so many of them, they were standing on top of each other to get a look into the room.
“Hello little darlings,” he said as he beamed up at them. He watched as more and more of them jumped onto the windowsill, staring down at the open corpse within. They all turned their heads toward him, hissing and pawing at the glass.
“Don’t be upset, she is so much better this way,” he said out loud, looking down at his newest victim.
A loud crash echoed through the room as the spectators poured in through the jagged window frame. They landed with ease, immediately making their way towards him. Loud yowling was filling the room as they approached him. He couldn’t count how many there were, more jumping in to join the protest. Some of them were walking by his collection, knocking over jars to explode onto the floor.
“No!” he yelled, kneeling down to scoop up the remains. He couldn’t bear to part with them, his fingers bleeding from the broken glass. He couldn’t keep up with the chaos as more and more of his treasures were demolished.
“Stop, please stop!”
There was a gathering of them on his table, licking the open wounds of their motionless sister. They kept looking up at him, their accusing eyes sending a shiver down his spine.
As more of his possessions were shattering around him, he realized that a large group of them were walking toward him. He screamed as one of them pounced onto his shoulder, raking her claws across the soft flesh of his neck. She was tossed onto the ground, only to land upright and join the others in their pursuit.
A bright shiny knife was lying on the counter just beside him. He equipped himself with it, swiping the air hoping to intimidate them. They took no notice to his threats, quickening their trot toward him.
They hit him like a tidal wave, their weight dragging him down to the ground. The metal of the knife found its target a few times, causing them to scream out. Warm blood was sprinkling onto his face as he kept jabbing with his weapon. He could feel them tearing at his skin, their claws shredding his clothing to get to the flesh beneath.
As suddenly as it all began, it ceased. He wondered if he was dead, drifting into the afterlife. His eyes flickered open to see that he was still surrounded, their large eyes staring down at him. There was something crawling onto his groin, making its way up his torso.
He shrieked as his latest experiment padded toward his head, her hanging entrails leaving a bloody trail on his body. She reached his neck, and sat down, staring down at him. The rest of them were walking back and forth, waiting for the grand finale.
He couldn’t help but admire her beauty.
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©2009 Shane McKenzie
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May 30th, 2009 at 4:10 am
Nice story Shane - very twisted. As a Cat lover myself I was very glad to see the protagonist get his!
May 30th, 2009 at 9:49 am
A nasty little tale for sure. Great revenge story. I’m glad that I don’t work in the animal shelter any more with all of those cats…