Chapter 1 The Angelmaker #2
My eyes flit to the vibrating blade, the teeth sharp as a dog’s canines.
I bring it down onto Nancy’s thigh. Her wailing cries quickly transform into something demonic as she throws herself around in the chair as the sharp blade shreds into the fat of her thigh, spraying chunks of flesh and blood across the pristine kitchen.
“Oh my fucking God!” Frank cries out before spewing the contents of his stomach up all over his round belly. “Please! Please just.. just fucking stop this!”
I keep digging the blade into Nancy’s thigh, the sound of her screams mixes with the noise of the electric knife, creating a beautiful symphony around me, that is until fat Frank decides to interrupt my enrichment time again.
“You’re fucking sick! Stop this!”
My thumb lifts from the button, but I don’t remove the knife.
“What was that fat man?” I ask, cupping my hand around my ear in a childish taunt. “You see, I couldn’t hear you over the noise that’s all.”
Frank breaths heavily, his battered face is filled with anguish at the torture of his wife. “I said-”
The moment the words leave his mouth, I press on the button again. “Oop. Sorry fat man, I can’t hear you!” I shout over the blissful noise and a maniacal laugh slips past my lips at the chaos I’m creating.
I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun, who knew Christmas could be so exciting!
A jolt runs up my arm that quickly brings me out of my happy daydream and that’s when I see the serrated blade stuck inside Nancy’s thigh bone.
“Well that’s just inconvenient.” I murmur to myself and begin to wrap both hands around the handle, then place my foot on the edge of the chair to give me some purchase to pull the blade free.
I yank on the handle and every time I try to pull it back, Nancy wails in agony, her head lolling around on her shoulders as she fights to remain conscious.
“This.. won’t take a minute.” I grunt out whilst yanking heavily on the handle, tugging and tugging which only causes more damage to her leg.
The blade rips through the bone, completely severing it in half, but it doesn’t pull out smoothly, oh no.
This fucker practically squeaks as it slips between the marrow, causing the fine hairs on my neck to stand on edge at the skin crawling sound.
“Did you know you had squeaky bones, Nancy?”
Instead of answering my question she screams in my face, spittle flying from her mouth. I guess not then.
Frank grits his coffee stained teeth together and his face blooms red with anger.
“Let her fucking go! Kill me instead, she doesn’t deserve this!
” The yellow chunky bile begins to stick to the front of his shirt, mixing together with the already dried blood, creating a funky looking scum across his stomach.
With the blade successfully out of Nancy’s thigh, I turn to face Frank who is seething with pure anger, he begins to open his disgusting mouth, probably to throw more pleas at me but I’m quicker and so much better than him.
Within seconds I’ve got my palm over his mouth, the blade that’s clogged with Nancy’s thigh meat resting against his throat.
A sour smell wafts up into my nose, like eggs that have been left in the sun for too long, his trousers begin to darken as piss trickles out the bottom of his trouser leg, soaking his socks and shoes.
“You’re disgusting, you know that right?
” I say with distaste and he nods behind my palm.
“I’m glad we can agree on something, but let’s not play eager beavers shall we.
There’s plenty of time for you to have a turn, fat man.
But for now,” I speak to him like a small child. “It’s little Nancy’s turn, okay?”
Frank’s eyes fill with tears when he realises that I’m not done with his wife.
Don’t ask me why I didn’t start with him first, maybe because he was having a fucking snooze on the carpet instead of helping his wife.
With that, I release my palm from his face, leaving a sticky string of saliva to attach to the leather from his lips.
The sight of his yellow sick chunks on the palm of my hand makes me want to get a cheese grater to my skin, but instead I wipe it onto a dry patch that I find on his trousers, then I continue to chop Nancy up into bitesize little pieces, all the while Frank cries with agony for his wife.
I half expect my heart to crack in half at the sound, but it never happens. I’m too far gone.
My chest heaves as I crack open the last of Frank’s rib cage, splaying it open to resemble angel wings.
Red sinew like stretchy candy slips between my fingers as I splay the last rib bone into place, the marrow cracks and snaps, the fat around his open chest cavity squishes and squelches as I move the organs around, placing them exactly where I want.
A real life operation game if you will. Suddenly, his meaty kidney slips free from my hands and lands with an audible slap on the kitchen floor.
“Shit.” I curse. “Why are these things so fucking slippy?” I lean down to grab the kidney from the floor, a few curly black hairs stick the slimy film and it takes everything in me not to spew all over the floor.
Fucking pubes.
With my stomach in my throat, I pick each individual pube from the outer layer of the kidney, flicking them off the ends of my gloves and watching them float back onto the floor.
“Even when you’re dead, Frank, you’re still gross.
” I mumble to myself and rise to my full height before placing the kidney back into place alongside his sausage-like intestines.
Once everything is in place, I step back from the kitchen wall where I’ve attached Frank.
I had to use my imagination for this one, removing the wooden shelves from the wall before almost breaking my back to hoist Frank up onto the metal brackets.
It took a couple of shoves to get them through his fat back, but I did it, like the skilled professional I am.
With sweat trailing down my face, I step back to view my creation. The Angelmaker in all his glory. Frank’s corpse hangs by a thread on the wall, his rib cage splayed wide open to reveal his insides. A haunting angel for all to see.
“Merry fucking Christmas.” I say to no one in particular then begin to leave the house, humming the tune of Jingle Bells as I move onto the next unfortunate victim to spread the festive cheer.