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A short story I wrote about a year and a half ago |
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Little miss lector
A new case, a new file..the same insanity. I've never really been sure what exactly my job is. Most people just call me a social worker. Its interesting being called a social worker when you work with the most sociably unacceptable people in America. It was my fathers job, and now its mine. Its hard following the footsteps of a man who often spoke with people such as Charles Manson, whom I've never had a chance to speak with. Though I have watched enough interviews with the man to know you can't really get anywhere talking to the man. However it would be an interesting experience along with speaking with madmen such as Richard Ramirez, or Gacy.
New cases, a new file, open in my hands. The same frozen terror I feel, eyes glued to the always shocking photos I bear in my hands. How could someone so small do something this ghastly? I hadn't heard of cannibals since the Hannibal Lector books. I love those books. I myself am a big fan of horror stories. But they're just stories. Unlike my job. It's too real sometimes.
Asylums are so different from what you see in the movies. They are locked down securely, but they're not as gloomy as they make them in the movies; at least visually.
The halls are completely white. The ceilings, walls, floors, lights, doors. White. To say honestly, it's the most frightening place to be. Too surreal.
I realize now, I've been walking for some time now, eyes still glued to the photographs. I hope I never have to see a massacre of that sort in person.
However, I will be seeing the one who did it.
I look at a less graphic part of the file. The identification sheet of the girl who was the cause of all of this death.
Case 11707
First name: Mary
Last name: Rottcell
What a strange last name…it looks so familiar…
Cell : 3748
Mary Rottcell (pronounced Rott-kel apparently) had committed the crime of cannibalism. I knew that much, attacking five children in the last year, killing them, and eating them. Some while they were still alive.
Victim 1…
That's where I decided to stop. To be honest, I knew there would be more photos, and I didn't want to see them.
At the bottom of the sheet, it said that Mary could somehow be linked to many other strange killings, running now about eight years. I thought about it for a moment, and shook it off.
That would mean she would have been five years old when this all began.
[3748]
I had reached the cell. A man met me at the cell. He was no older than 35 at least. Older than I. Dressed in white. Jeez, had no one ever heard of colors, let alone smiling. It was like the happiness was just sucked out of everyone who worked here. I smiled a greeting, he did not. He stepped in front of me and opened the window slide open, looking into what seemed pure darkness. After a moment, he shut it, stepped back a bit and undid the huge metal latch that kept them, safely away from us.
There she was. Sitting silently, and completely still. I the middle of the room. Though it was more of a closet than a room. No windows, just a door, and padding.
Mary Rottcell, a thirteen year old girl. A murderer, sitting in a padded room. A grin plastered on her face. I looked straight into her eyes. There wasn't so much as a hint of light, or innocence hidden anywhere in that young face. Unemotional, no understanding of compassion, or pain, or restraint. The straight jacket tied securely around her body, binding her arms to her sides, her legs together. The only thing that kept me safe from her. She seemed more animal than human. I almost thought for a moment that she wouldn't know how to speak. So I spoke.
"Mary." I began. But I had nothing to say to her, the more I looked at her, the more fearful I became. Such evil from such a frail figure.
The door shut behind me, a loud slam of steel hitting steel. The only light left was from the window slip in the door, me, and the eerie gleam of the reapers eyes.
"Mary, I want to ask you some questions…" I said, my voice slightly trembling.
"So odd," the reapers voice, a light voice, of a girl, and yet the tone of a demon said quietly. " that you can't even summon even an ounce of courage to speak to a child."
I glared a bit, more at myself. I was the only child in this room. There was nothing child-like about Mary anymore.
"Not many have done what you have Mary."
"They do, but not in the sense that you may know." She replied. Arrogance. I hate arrogance.
"Plenty of people kill each other Miss Roslin, its been that way forever."
"And what makes you think its right to do so Mary?"
She was silent for a moment, a shot of fear in my spine as I sat in that padded room with her.
"Because you make nothing of yourselves. People are temporary, but your mistakes are not Miss Roslin."
I thought about it for a moment.
"So what you think you're doing by murdering children…is…" I couldn't finish. I didn't know what I was going to say.
"I'm curing the world."
"YOU'RE KILLING CHILDREN!!!" I shouted. Heat and fury rising in my gut.
I knew she was smiling. She felt my weakness for others.
"How long?"
silence.
"Mary?"
A sigh, "Miss Roslin, you'll have to clarify what you mean."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"As long as I can remember."
…
"I still don't understand Mary." I felt the tears. Frustration, fear, compassion.
"And perhaps you never will. Humans are such simple creatures. But I admit, you are creatures of….taste." A giggle. I shuddered, more fear.
"There have been similar cases…other killings…"
"and?"
"but they date back to about eight years ago."
"and?"
I began to become frustrated again.
"Did you do it?"
"You realize I was five, eight years ago."
"Did you do it!?" I demanded.
…silence again
"Mary?"
I felt breath on my neck. Terror. I hadn't heard her move at all.
"Yes. I did it. All 15 of them. I told you before. Humans are nothing. You destroy everything. Why should you live, when everything you touch crumbles at your finger tips. I will rid of you all."
Small, powerful fingers grasp me by my arms. I feel her face beside mine as she leans in behind me. Head pounding, I cant even think. I don't want to die. So afraid.
"Its not up to you who lives or dies. You are no God." I whispered.
She breathed a laugh. "Whether I am a God or Devil, you will never know Miss Roslin. Its not meant for you to know. Humans are not ready for true Demons. For now they are satisfied with their imaginary creatures of dark and light. You should be greatful for this experience Miss Roslin. I am just an insane little girl to you now. However, you will think about this day for as long as you live…and soon…" She took a deep breath. Whispered. "Sooner than you could imagine. You will see the truth. You. Have killed all the good in this world. And now, all that lingers is darkness."
"Gods…demons…" I sputtered.
"We are here. We don't hide in the heavens and hells humans wrote about. Stories written by men who were dirty, and didn't sleep enough. Maybe even those who were insane."
"Stop. Please."
An unnatural growl escaped her throat. A sound I never want to hear again, as long as I live.
"I WILL NOT!!! You sought me out! You were the one asking the questions. I, someone who serves only herself am graciously answering them for you." She shouted. Her words short and harsh. Angry, vicious. A true monster. Or was it the mind of the insane. Did I really believe her? Did I want to? I didn't know what to believe anymore. No, this is what she wanted. I had to fight.
"I don't believe you…"
"Yes you do. You've always been a terrible liar Emily."
It took me a moment to register that she knew my first name. Or that she knew my name at all.
Now that I thought of it. I had never told her. I knew she felt my realization, and fear.
"Humans will believe anything they are told, if they are told enough. Even a lie will be true. Its only a matter of time. Its how your world works. Its how you survive."
"I…I don't understand." I stuttered. It was too much to take it.
"I would expect no less. You are intelligent Miss Roslin, but you are still human. So fragile, gullible, foolish. You only believe what you see, or what you think you see. Humans are creatures of delusion."
I stayed silent. I felt like something horrible was coming my way.
"You wish to see, Miss Roslin? Do you wish to see the fate of this world?"
"…no…" I could hardly let the words escape my lips.
"Again Miss Roslin. Such a terrible liar you are." Arrogance reappearing. This reaper of secrets and terrors ancient.
"You will know the secret Miss Roslin. I have chosen you. But in return you must pay a price."
Before I could say anything more. The lights went on in the room. The shock of light burning my eyes.
I looked up. A scream, so loud and horrible. For a minute I didn't even know it was mine.
The face of a demon looked at me. It resembled a corpse. Eyes deep, empty sockets. Lipless mouth. Dead, grey skin. Black hair. Teeth sharp as knives. Her grin, however was what gave me such terrors. Her mouth, stretching to unusual lengths. Her dead hands still grasping mine. She screams, and so do I.
I lay in that padded room. My arms to my sides. My feet together.
I don't belong here. This is a place for the insane. I'm not insane. But I know a secret the world has yet to know. When I'm free, I'll tell them all about it. God is here. On this earth, but so too are the Demons. Beware the demons.
Here I sit alone. I've been here too long. I don't have much time to warn them. But the men in white suits wont let me leave.
Mary. What did you do to me. I didn't ask for this! I didn't know this was the price I'd pay!
"I don't belong here."
"I don't belong here…."
"I DON'T BELONG HERE!!!!"
 ZOMBIE FAIRY WANTS BRAINS · Mon Jun 29, 2009 @ 11:05am · 0 Comments |
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