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Deaths of Vengeance: Part I |
| Written by Michael Tan | |
| Wednesday, 23 January 2008 | |
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Share it:      Part I
Death: fear not. Vengeance: tempt not. A mentally ill patient had escaped early this morning from the Evergreen mental institution. The doctor and nurses of the patient are concerned of him with his unstable health, which could be potentially dangerous to the nearby community and to himself. Police forces are under way with the aid of searching this man ASAP. Search groups has been dispatched in different areas of this community and we are under constant watch. Everyone hopes they'll find him soon. For the surrounding community of the institute, the police advises you to “be cautious and also watchful.” If you have seen this middle-aged man, please contact...
Jody walked across the living room and sat next to her husband Charlie, on the sofa. “Honey, I'm off to bed- you comin'?” “Yeah, Did you hear the news?” “No, I haven't the time.” “They said a psycho's on the loose from the mental institution around here. Better lock the doors before the man breaks in and make us all retarded with his contagion.” Jody chuckled and said, “Nonsense, besides you won't get it anyway because you already are one.” Both of them later climbed up the stairs after they had turned their plasma television off.
The morning after, Jody got breakfast ready for Charlie, and their daughter Rachel. As a morning ritual, both Rachel and Charlie had a tendency to be always late and in a hurry for either school or work. Rachel rushed down the stairs making a quick snatch at one of the toasts prepared on the kitchen bench, and made an almost inaudible goodbye to her mother. Rachel mumbled to herself as she struggled to keep her toast from falling out of her mouth, while she juggled with her jumper and her schoolbag. Charlie came down next and almost exactly copied what Rachel did. “Bye Jody.” Charlie pecked Jody on the cheek and helped Rachel through the front door. Rachel then went her separate from her father—to the sidewalk—zooming passed other high-priced luxurious houses in her street. While Charlie unlocked his black sedan and drove away. All Jody could do, were to make a long sigh of relief; cutting through the silence made be Charlie and Rachel's wake. She had all the house to herself again. Jody then made for the bathroom to cleanse and rejuvenate her body. While Jody was having a shower a man sneaked through her backyard after having climbed over the fence from a neighbouring property. He took out a rusted key from his pocket and into his grimy hands and used it to unlock the back door. Ever so slightly, the man pushed the door open—hoping all the while no creaks would be heard. He accomplished the task quite easily and made himself ease through the obstacles in the kitchen; then the dining room; to pass through a large open doorway into the living room. The man saw his most favourite object that he had longed to see again—the plasma television. He smiled to himself. “It's good to be home.” Jody began drying herself in the bathroom and later dressed in the bedroom. She came down the stairs with a book in her hand to read in the living room. “Hello, hello.” The man said mockingly as he saw her come into the room. Jody jumped with a sudden fright and dropped the book to the ground. Horror, panic, and shock was running through her veins. She had chills running through her whole body, pulsating. Cold-sweat began to form on her. You could even sense her fear through her cold livid eyes. What felt like an eternity of horror-struck silence—was in reality—converted into mere seconds. “Richard? What are you doing here!?” Jody trembled as she spoke—trying hard not to show signs of weakness. “This is the 'hi' I get after going through all the trouble of escaping the institute and giving you a surprise greeting?” Dead silence again... Richard plays around with his knife held in his left hand while comfortably sitting on the sofa; having great satisfaction of seeing Jody in distraught. “After everything that I had done for you, and given you... You had to repay me by making me go 'loopy'... A hint of remorse? Regret it now don't you.” His voice was calm but hoarse. Richard continued, “Now after all these years, I think it's time for me to repay you for what you have done to me... And for what you deserve.” “Please...” Was all Jody could muster to plea. A stream of tears ran down her face. She sensed danger was imminent and made a run for the door, but it was too late. Richard grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the living room with such force that it had almost dislocated her elbow. Jody felt an excruciating pain on her left arm and screamed to the top of her lungs. Richard grappled her neck with his right arm and held it tightly; no air could go in or out of Jody's windpipe. Richard pulled her to an almost lying position, she hopelessly faced the ceiling as he sat back down on the sofa. Loosening his grip only slightly for Jody a passage of breath. “I want you to- beg for death.” Richard whispered in her ear with the last words emphasised. Jody whimpered as she saw the sharp tip of the knife on the corner of her eyes—edging closer and closer to her. Richard tightened his right arm again. Jody couldn't answer—she felt like she was going to go unconscious. “No answer?” Richard totured her her by slitting her stomach. Jody received nothing; only numbness. Then, searing pain erupted from her stomach. Her mind was under an explosion of sensations. Jody opened her mouth but no sound came out—she screamed breathlessly. She was helpless and became oblivious to her surroundings. A cold-hearted laugh resonated the house. Richard loosened his grip again and repeated, “Beg for death.” “Ki-ill m-me...” Jody's breathed plea was heard, used with her last ounce of energy she had left. Richard answered her call and made one swift movement with the knife, aiming straight for the middle of her chest. The slender knife hungry for the kill, plunged deep into her chest and pierced her heart. Jody's eyes grew wide and made uncontrollable movements; then she halted; and fell limp. Richard pulled the knife out and encountered a fountain of blood gushing and spurting out onto him and the lifeless body. Both of them were drenched with crimson as dark as night—their clothes were stained of murder. Richard let go of her to see two hazed eyes staring back at him. He moved his thighs from jody's head, and sat next to her body. “*****...” Richard whispered coldly to the empty vessel.
Richard began to weep and wheeze for the person he had ever loved. Copyright 2008 Michael Tan |
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