Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26373631-20150521161946

The car pulls up to the empty house. The windows are black to match the night sky. The headlights of the car shoot beams of light at the house; the light trying to scare away the dark. In front of the house the car stops, not taking another step. The doors slide open letting out a child. He jumps up and down in excitement, and he yells at the car, “Come on! Come on!”

Two more doors open, and the boy’s parents step out of the vehicle. The mother speaks, “Jeremy calm down.”

The man puts his hand on the woman’s shoulder. He whispers in her ear, “Martha it’s okay. The boy is just excited to see his new home, as anyone would.”  After he finishes talking to her he kisses her on the cheek.

The house looks new on the outside. It has a large window in the front so the world could be seen. The house is painted white; a clean slate for the family. They had just moved to this home from a small apartment building. They were all ready to move into a bigger house and start their lives in a real home. They all then walk into the house. The walls were all painted white. “The white walls are going. It is too blank. I say we should do blue. It will look peaceful and calm,” Then Martha looks over at there husband, “Don’t you think Paul?”

He looks over at her. He nods to her yes. He pictured the home painted a sky blue with their son growing up in it, with a dog. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. He finally had what he wanted.

A few months later everything was done. The walls were painted blue just like she wanted. The furniture was all in place. And there was a new member to the family. He walks up to Paul and lays down in front of him as Paul sits on the couch. “Good boy James.”  He pats the dog, a greyhound, on the head and scratches his back. Paul then leans back and looks over at his wife and son making dinner together. He closes his eyes and speaks to himself quietly, “I have everything I could ever need or want. I’ve never been happier.”

The next day Paul and Martha are up and making breakfast. They are cooking eggs and bacon. Then Martha says to Paul, “Paul, go get Jeremy up. He’ll miss breakfast.”  Paul smiles as he sets the bacon on the table. He goes to go and get his son.

Paul knows his son Jeremy. He is just pretending to sleep. He is actually up watching a movie in his room. He walks up the stairs and he could hear the movie playing. Jeremy always watches the same movie in the morning, he never gets to finish it so he always starts it over. Paul walks into the boy’s room and just as he is expecting Jeremy is watching his movie, Godzilla.  Martha hated that he watched that movie, he isn’t old enough, she’ll always say to Paul. But Paul doesn’t care, the boy is eight. He can watch an old Japanese monster movie if he wants to.

“Jeremy it is time to come and eat.”

“Dad can I at least get to a new part? I always have to leave at this one.”

Paul shakes his head no, “You know your mother. Either you eat now or never. So if you don’t want to turn into a skeleton go down stairs and eat.”  And with that Jeremy gets up and moves downstairs.

As they eat in silence Paul reads the newspaper. After Paul finishes eating he grabs his hat and his suitcase. He walks over to the table and kisses his wife goodbye. Then he walks next to his son and says to him, “Jeremy I am going to work now.”

“Dad! Do you have to go?”

“Yes Jeremy,” he hugged his son. Then he spoke again, “I paused your movie for you. Enjoy your first day of summer okay bud?”  Jeremy nodded his head yes with a smile and continued to eat his eggs. Paul leaves the house and goes to work.

Jeremy finishes his eggs and starts to run up the stairs and just before he could reach the stairs his mother yelled at him, “Jeremy before you go upstairs go and take a shower.”

He turns around and looks at his mother, “Mom, dad said I could watch my movie when I was done eating. Can I please just finish it? Then I’ll take my shower.”  Then he juste stands there and stares at her, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

She looks in his eyes, and then looks away. She sighs, “Fine. Go finish your movie. But once it is done you get in there. Got it?”

He runs up the stairs and yells down to his mom, “Got it!”  He is so excited to watch his movie. He will finally be able to finish it. He plops right down in front of the screen and pushes play. The monster roars ferociously, Jeremy smiles.

The movie ends with one final roar of the gigantic creature. Jeremy was so happy he got to watch his movie, but he had to keep his promise that he had made, so he turns of the television and grabs new clothes for the day and heads to the shower. He sets his clothes on the counter in there and then he reaches for a towel on the rack. He is reaching for nothing, he looks over and sees that there are no towels to use. He leaves and goes downstairs. “Hey Mom, there are no towels in the bathroom.”

“Here, there are some in the laundry room. Wait right here I’ll go and get you one.”  She gets up and goes to the laundry room.

Jeremy just stands there and looks at the table, he sees the book that she is reading, Blindfold by Kevin J. Anderson. He looses interest in the book and continues to look around. Then he hears something above him. Sounds like patter of swift feet on the floor above him. Jeremy just figured it was his dog James. His mother returns with a dark purple towel and hands it to Jeremy. “Thanks mom,” he says.

“Jeremy what do you plan on doing after you are all cleaned up?”

Jeremy shrugs and looks at her, “I don’t know. Probably just watch a movie or color in my room.”

“Why don’t you hang out with your friend, Erik?”

“Because his family went on vacation for the first week of summer.”  And with that he went upstairs, passing James one the way.

He enters the bathroom and sets his towel on top of his clothes. He enters the shower and cleans himself. When he is done he steps out and grabs the towel his mother had gave him while he was downstairs. He wraps the towel around him to dry himself off.

Then he feels something, touching his back. He isn’t sure what it is. It is hard and cold. It is also sharp, pointed. It hurts, but yet not. Like putting the sharp end of a needle on your finger, but not pushing down on it. He turns around to see what was poking his back. What he sees startles him.

He sees a finger, kind of. It is a brown metallic claw attached to a finger. It is in the shape of a hummingbird beak, coming down to a dagger-like point at the end. It is pointing at him. He looks at the rest of the hand, every finger had one of those pieces of metal attached to them. However the one on the hand’s thumb seemed to be broken in two, so instead of being one sharp point it was a bunch of jagged ends of where it was snapped.

Jeremy looks at the rest of the of the body that the metallic nails and hand was attached to. The hand was attached to an arm covered in a lucky-shade of green zip-up jacket. It looked as if to bee made out of hard fabric, almost wool like. The man in the jacket was short, about as tall as him, but he looked a lot older. He was thin, skinnier than Jeremy was, and his jacket was tight, you could slightly see the curves around his ribs.

His eyes followed the path of the other arm, it was not like the one on the left. The sleeve was torn off and replaced with a dark orange, it looked as if it was swiftly sown on at the shoulder blade, part of his shoulder was showing and the sleeve sagged down on his arm. His other hand also didn’t have any of the metal on it. Instead it was pudgy fingers, which was looked awkward because it didn’t match the rest of his body. The nails on the finger grossed Jeremy out. They were jagged and filthy. The color yellow replaced the pink that was supposed to be there instead. The hand seemed to be covered in long dark scabs, showing that they had been there for a while.

Then the short man smiled, which forced Jeremy to look at the his face. His head was short but yet wide. His teeth looked like he had tried to file them but gave up halfway. Unlike his nails on his hand, his teeth looked healthy. They were a shiny white. One of his teeth were missing, it was on his lower jaw towards the left. His eyes were larger than they should have been, but yet small enough were you wouldn’t have thought anything of it. His eye on the right was larger than the other, they were also colored an emerald green that surrounded a black void in each eye. His hair was of normal length and it curled up at the end.

Then he spoke, “Hello child.”  His voice was rusty and it felt like it pierced your skin with every word. His voice was also deep, demanding attention. But he only spoke in a whisper.

Jeremy opened his mouth to talk but the man interrupted him. Again whispering, “Shhhhh,” putting one of the metal nails too his lips, “I have a few rules for you when we speak to each other young lad. You can only speak towards me with question. Also you have to whisper, and only whisper.”  He put the metallic fingers hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Understand young lad? Otherwise something really bad will happen to you.”

“What is your name?” Asked Jeremy, he was scared of the man. But only because he was a stranger, not because he looked scary.

The man smiled, “Now son. If I told you that I would have to, um, hurt you. Badly. Really badly.”  He didn’t want to scare the boy. But he told him the truth.

“Why?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, should I know?”

They stood in silence for a little bit then the short man responded in a whisper softer than before, “No you shouldn’t know my name, no one besides me though.”  He paused for a moment thinking for about a second and continued, “Unless I think they deserve to, but then I have to hurt them.”

“How do you hurt them?”

The man stood there and scratched his chin with his metal talons, thinking whether or not to actually tell him. But he did, “Well it depends on how I feel. Sometimes I hurt them with,” he raises his hand with the metal talons on them and clacks them together gently. He lowers his hand, “Sometimes I take away what it is that is most important to them.”

“Why?”

“Does it really matter?”

“I am not sure.”

The man looks at Jeremy and frowns.

Jeremy looked at the man, “What is wrong?”

Then the little man smiled, exposing his somewhat filled down teeth, “Nothing. You just…,”  he puts his pointer finger's metal talon on the boy’s cheek. Slowly moving it downwards, cutting the skin, but yet not deep enough to cause it to bleed. A tear formed in the boy’s eyes. “…didn’t ask a question.”

Just as the boy was going to scream for his mother, the scream was silenced.

About 20 minutes later James stood in front of the bathroom door. He barked at it and growled at it. Martha can hear the dog from downstairs in the living room. “James, shut up!”  The dog continues to bark and growl at the door.

Then the door swiftly opens. The little man standing in the doorway. He looks at the dog. He puts his now crimson talon up to his lips, showing the dog to be quite. “You heard the lady.”

He then takes his talon’s and rams them up into the dog’s skull. James immediately went limp and, more importantly, silent. As his wet crimson talons are still lodged into James’ skull going through the bottom and out of the top, he pulls the fresh corpse into the bathroom. Then he gently closes the door, making no noise as he does it, other than the quite chuckle he gives out as he pulls in the corpse of the family pet.

Martha just sits downstairs watching television. She just thinks her son is in his room watching more movies, which to her is fine. Her little eight year old deserves a little relaxing after a long school year. She wonders what the dog was barking at though, it was strange for him to do that in the house. Outside he would bark at cars and passing by dogs. “He probably just saw a dog outside the window,” Martha said to herself convincing herself that there was nothing wrong. She glances over at the clock next to her, 12:38 it says. She sighs to herself and gets up, “Might as well make lunch.”  She walks into the kitchen and she quickly cooks up a few grilled cheese sandwiches for her and Jeremy.

She sets the plates on the table then she yells, “Jeremy come on. Lunch is ready.”  She sits down and waits for her son. She yells again, “It’s your favorite.”  She still sits there, in silence. By now Jeremy would be downstairs and chewing on his sandwich. “That boy,” Martha stands up and walks to the stairs, “Probably fell asleep or can’t hear me with his headphones in.”  She walks up the stairs. She doesn’t hear anything, no movies, no music, no sound of video games. Dead silence. She thinks nothing of it, “Yup. The boy fell asleep.”

She walks down the hallway towards his room at the end. As she is walking she sees something by the bathroom door. She stops right in front of it. She looks down at what it is. It is a liquid and it is red. It seemed to be oozing from under the door. She reaches for the door knob, its touch is cold and unforgiving. She turns the knob and slowly pushes open the door. She steps into the room, it is too dark to see anything so she tries to find the light switch for the room. She feels the plastic of the switch and flips it up.

She is frozen in place. Her eyes widen so much they almost pop out of her skull. Her mouth drops all the way open, all of the air inside of her body flies out as if it were a gust of wind. A river of tears rain down upon the floor. Her body frozen in time as if it were sculpted like this. All of this in a matter of seconds. Things no human, no, anything with a soul should ever have misfortune to place there eyes on. Things that’ll never be forgotten even after death.

She sees most of her son’s body laying in the sink. His limbs were roughly cut of like a slab of meat with out any care. His arms and legs were cut at the joints. The parts of Jeremy were just thrown into the sink like a pile of dead fish. The only thing that wasn’t in the sink was the boy’s head. Which was laying on the floor. Carefully placed so it was up right.

The head was different though. It missing the skin of the face. It was just muscle all the way up to were the hair started to the bottom of his chin. Then as wide as from ear to ear. However the face was gone, the eight year old’s lips were still attached the head. His left eye was dangling from the socket were it is supposed to be. The other was still in the socket, it was staring at the its mother, begging for help. The muscle of the faceless head was moist and there was no blood coming out of it.

The horrified mother turned her head and saw the toilet. She saw her dog’s body. The head had holes pierced into it on the to and bottom of the skull were blood was still slowly flowing out of onto the floor. The rest of the body was skinned of fur, not as nice as her son’s body was though, this was done more swiftly and rushed. The body’s limbs were cut off and stacked in the corner next to the toilet the rest of the body was shoved down into it.

Just as she was going to scream there was a loud slam behind her. She jumped and looked to see what it was. She turns and sees a little man standing on the edge of the bathtub. His crimson metallic hand on the door holding it shut, the other fleshy hand up on his lips telling her to be quiet. The man removes his metal hand from the door, he also lowered his other hand from his lips and spoke to Martha, “Now before you do anything you need to know that you can—“

Then as he was going to finish his sentence the woman screamed. Her voice was full of fear and sorrow. The shriek pierced everything around her. The sound even bothered the little man, for he had to cover his ears. Her emotion radiated off of Martha as she stood there. Images flowed into her head of what may have happened to her son and dog. The scream was accompanied by tears. Gravity overcame her body as she fell to her knees, her hands rose to her eyes as she wept there. Her screaming stopped and she started to cry. Tears rushed through her fingers that were covering her eyes.

The little man sighed at her and pointed one of his metallic fingers at her, “How rude of you. You didn’t even let me finish. I mean honestly, where are your manners?”

Martha still had her face buried in her hands. She spoke with hate and sorrow in her voice, “You. You are a monster. A monster!”

The little man’s face turned red. He raised his arm with the metal fingers in the air. His arm raced downwards towards her. As it did he screamed, “NO!”  Then his fingers ran through Martha’s skull. He was panting after it happened. It was quiet. No noise other than his heavy breathing. Martha then fell over. When her head hit the floor it split apart into four different pieces. Blood rushed out the the pieces as they fall apart onto the floor. Her body wasn’t limp though. Her nerves were still alive, making her body moves slightly. A twitch the the leg and a curl of a few fingers. But it quickly stopped. The man was staring at his metal fingers. They were new freshly covered in bright crimson. The flowed down his fingers into his palm, forming a small red pool in his hand.

He looked away from the body laying on the floor, his eyes were then locked onto his hand with the metal fingers. He whispered to himself, “I am not a monster.”  He then clenched his bloody hand into a fist and whispered softer, “No.”

Then the father came home from work. Paul looks around the kitchen and the living room for his family. He doesn’t see them so he yells, “Martha? Jeremy?”  There is no response from either one of them. He starts to get worried and he walks into the hallway, but then he notices something. Martha’s car keys are missing from the key hook. She and Jeremy must’ve gone to the store or something.

But he is still wondering were James is. “James, James, were are you boy?”  he stands there waiting for his dog to run at him. He looked around the house for his dog. He didn’t see Jeremy downstairs. So he walked up the stairs. As he was doing so he whistled to his dog.

At the top of the stairs he looked down the hallway, he still didn’t see James. He didn’t see anything. “He probably just closed the door on himself again. Silly boy.”  So he walked down the hallway and looked in every door. Then he walked towards the bathroom door. He didn’t notice the red leaking underneath it. He opened the door. It was dark in there but he could see a silhouette of something. He walked into the room and saw that it was his dog Jeremy.

“Silly boy. What are you doing in here James?”  He then put his hand on the dogs head and started to pet it. Then he went to go and scratch the dog’s back, however something was different. The dog’s back was soft. It was felt somewhat moist and a little mushy. “James?”

Then the lights turned on in the bathroom. He sees his hand on his dog’s pink muscle body. He lifted his hand off of it and blood stuck between his hand and the corpse of James. It made a disturbing liquid-like stretching sound, it made Paul want to toss up everything in his stomach.

The door behind him had slammed shut, Paul had jumped and spun around to see what it was. He saw that the sound was created by a little man dressed in all green. His hand was on the door. The little man then walked up to him. He looked over in the corner. Paul was being controlled by fear. His mind was absent of all thought except for one thing, the thing that the man was looking at. So he turned around shaking in fear. His eyes connected on what the man was looking at. It was piles of fresh cold flesh. He saw his son’s limbs and torso piled up in the sink. Then his eyes followed to were the dried up waterfall of blood was, and it lead to another horrific sight.

His wife’s body was sitting next to the toilet were the dog’s body was stuffed. Her head was split into three pieces, with every slab of skull, meat, and Martha fell into a different directions. In her lap was her son’s head, his face was cleanly and carefully removed. One of his son’s eyes dangled in front of the other.

Behind Paul stood the little man, he was smiling. His smile showed all of his teeth except for the one that he was missing. Paul fell to his knees. Then a mixture of vomit and tears formed upon the floor in front of Paul. A hand appeared on Paul’s shoulder then there was a voice, “You gonna be okay pal?”  Then there was one very small and quite chuckle from that same voice. Paul stood up and turned around in a flash.

Rage and sorrow filled Paul’s soul. Rage filled inside of him near the point were his tears were steaming off of his face. He then pushed the little man down onto the floor. After he had fallen Paul fell on top of him. His fists were like bullets firing into the little man’s face. As Paul did this he screamed to the heavens, “WHY?! WHY?!”

After about five minutes of adrenaline induced rage the little man’s beat down was over. Paul was exhausted after that, he rolled off of the little man and started to pant heavily. He looked at his hands, his knuckles were bleeding. The little man stood up and cracked his back, “About time you finished that.”  He then cracked his neck, “You did good there slugger. Almost felt that.”

The little man then looked over at Paul. Paul saw that he was not bruised, no small cuts, his skin wasn’t even red from were his fists landed. He tried to stand up but the man put a hand on his chest, Paul then saw the sharp metal fingers. “No, no, no, no. You are too tired to do anything,” he then removed his hand from Paul’s chest and scratched his chin with it as he was doing that he was shaking his head, “Tch, tch, tch. Look at you. You are dirty. You got your nice shirt and pants covered in blood. Now why would you do that? We should get you all nice and cleaned up.”

With that Paul passed out of exhaustion and fear.

When Paul came to he was sitting in the shower. Hot water was beating on him. He looked at himself and saw that he was naked in the shower. There was no blood in the shower. He wondered if he had just fell asleep in the shower. Then he stood up, causing a loud splash with the water that pooled up in there. He heard someone say, “Oh?” outside of the shower. Then the curtain was pulled back. And then a little man walked into the shower. He was getting hit by the water just as much as Paul was, except the man was not getting wet. Somehow he stayed dry as he was getting pelted by tiny water pellets. Then the little man asked, “Better now? All nice and clean.”

Paul was just about to say something to the little man but the little man interrupted him, “Now before we go any further we need to set a few group rules. First rule: You can only ask me questions. You do anything else and you end up like your son and wife. Second rule: Don’t break the first rule.”

Paul only had one word that needed to be said, “Why?”

The man responded, “Why do you go to work everyday?”  Paul was confused by this, he wasn’t sure how to respond with a question. But the man continued, “Because you have to. There is no other reason. If you didn’t have to you wouldn’t. It is that simple.

“So you have to? Are you like an assassin or something?”

“Pfft. Me, an assassin? HA! You are really the crazy one,” then the little man turned around. He spoke again, “And to answer your other question. I’ll be honest with you Paul, no I don’t have to.”

“Then whey did you tell me you did?”  Paul imagined him strangling the tiny man, it would be so easy.

“I though a man like you would have understood.”

Paul was taken back by this remark, “What do you mean a man like me?”

“Paul are you serious? Everyone alive is surrounded by darkness. A black smog surrounds every human alive. Your cloud happens to be thicker than most people’s.”

“You know nothing about me, how can you say that?”  Paul was getting ready for another round of pummeling on the short man. But then he was interrupted.

“Hey, Paul I want to show you something. Do you mind?”  With out giving Paul a chance to answer the little man reached into one of his pockets on the dark green vest he was wearing. He pulled something out, Paul couldn’t tell what it was. Then he turned around.

He was wearing Jeremy’s face. It looked like a stretched mask. He was holding it with his fingers over his own face. The mouth piece showed the man’s own mouth lips and all. He pulled it harder onto his face. Stretching the eight year old’s face to its limits on top of his own. Paul took a step back in fear and disgust, his eyes could not unlatch themselves from his son’s face. The little man asked, “Do you like this one or,” he then lowered Jeremy’s face from his and then pulled Martha’s face over his own. It was held together by staples, when he stretched it there were gaps were it was cut apart, “Or do you like this one better?”

Then he jumped towards Paul’s face and kissed him on the cheek. After he did that the little man looked up at Paul and he spoke in a high pitched voice, “A kissy for my deary.”  Then he let out a loud laugh of pure amusement. Paul then kicked the man in the stomach. He fell backwards. Paul then ran out of the restroom downstairs into the kitchen.

He called 911 from the home phone. A lady’s voice picked up, “Hello this is 911 wha—“

Paul screamed into the phone, “I need help now! There is a man in my house! He has killed my son, wife, and dog! I need help now,” then he fell to the floor and started to cry, “please…”

Soon after that the lady went onto the radio and spoke into it, “We have two 187’s and one 217 at the address 1236 Lecter Street. We need officers immediately. Threat is still in the home, unsure if armed or not.”

Three cars called in they all said the same thing, “I am on route to the address now.”

Five minutes later there were three police cars parked in front of the home. It looked peaceful on the outside. Each officer had their pistols our and in front of them ready to shoot if need be. The one in the front yelled at the door, “State Officer! Coming in!”  Then they all rushed into the home. The walked around the bottom floor until one officer found Paul laying on the floor, still wet and naked. He was shivering. He turned his head towards the officer. His eyes looked like empty pits, his face looked as if he had seen the darkest depths of hell. He reached out towards the officer with one hand. He said one thing, “Help.”

Paul was standing outside in a police car, he was wrapped in a blue towel. He had stopped shivering. One cop came over towards Paul. he spoke to him, “Hey Paul. My name is Dick. I need you to come into the house with me. We need help.”

In the bathroom stood two other police officers, they were talking to each other. “What the hell happened here Jimmy?”

Jimmy looked up at his partner, “Bruce if I knew what the hell happened I would retire today.”

Bruce shook his head and stared at the bodies in the sink and on the floor, “In 17 years of work I have never seen anything like this horror house.”

Jimmy also looked at the bodies, “Son I don’t think anyone has seen anything like this.”

Then Dick spoke from behind them, “Jim, Bruce I have Paul.”

Paul looked at both of the officers. Their eyes also showed fear and disgust. And they didn’t even experience it. “What happened here son?” asked Jim.

Paul looked at Jim in the eyes. Then Paul started to cry and wail. Jim put his hand on Paul’s shoulder, “It’s okay son. We’ll figure out what had happened.”

Paul screamed in his face, his teeth mashed out words with rage, “NO! It will not be fine!”  Paul then looked over towards the shower. He saw something. It was a word, written in blood. It didn’t look like a real word but it had read, Marziplex.

Paul was back at the police station getting questioned by Jim and Bruce. Dick stood behind him at the door, he was taking small notes on what Paul said. Bruce spoke, “So what you are telling us is that a little leprechaun with metal fingers came into your home and killed your whole family?”

Paul shook his head, “No. No. No.  That is not what I am saying at all.”

Jim slammed three pictures on the table. They were all of his family members bodies torn to pieces. “Look at these pictures Paul. Does this look like a time for fairy tales?”

The three officers walked outside of the room. Paul slammed his head into the table and started to weep. Outside the room the police officers spoke, “Guys I feel like he is telling the truth.”

Jim looked over at Dick, “Really Dick? You believe this bullshit?”

Bruce then took his turn speaking, “Could it have been a drug that made him do this like bath salts or something? Whatever it is Paul really believes what happened was caused by a little man with a metal hand.”

Seven months later Paul had gone through the court system. They found him guilty of two drug induced first degree murders. However the jury felt as though Paul was mentally unstable and that mixed with the possible drugs he was able to conduct this act. So decided that he was mentally insane, so he was then sent by the jury to the states Mental Health Institution so that he can get aid for his issues.

Paul’s doctor just finished talking to Paul about what had happen that night seven months ago, and Paul replayed it for him like a movie. He said every small detail and action that took place when he was home. “Thank you Paul. Remember if you need anything I am here for you.”

Paul looked over at his doctor but didn’t really see him, “Thank you Dr.Skovak.”  With that Dr.Skovak smiled, stood up and walked out of the room. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Paul stood up and walked towards the door. There was a thick glass were he could see the outside world that used to be his until it was stolen from him, twice.

Paul watched Dr.Skovak walk away from the room. Paul stood there and stared at the hallway. Then he saw a long shadow walking towards his direction. He could hear a whistle and short footsteps. Then the shadow raised its hand. He saw a hand with long pointed fingers, with the thumb broken in half. Paul jumped back from the door. He then stood there staring at the door, his hand was over his heart. He could feel it racing a million miles a minute. Then Paul felt something sharp going into his back. Paul swiftly turned around, his eyes were wide open, they were basically bulging out of his eyes.

“How are you doing old sport? Long time no see,” It is the little man from his house. He is still wearing that same dark green vest from that night. His metallic fingers are clean of the blood of his wife and son. He then asked Paul a question with a very large smile, “How’s the family Paul? Jeremy doing good in school? Does Martha still make that amazing apple pie with the cinnamon?”

Then Paul used the full force of his entire being to slam his fist into the little’ man’s face. His fist was buried in his jaw. The anger gave him strength that would’ve bent steel beams, but yet the little man just stood up like nothing had happened.

“Paul you aren’t still upset are you? That was ages ago.”

“You know my name creep, what is yours?”  Paul wanted to know his name. He didn’t know why but he did.

“You know Paul your son, Jeremy, asked the exact same question. I told him that if I had told him I would have to hurt him.”  Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out Jeremy’s face, “Then again. Now that I think about it. I could’ve told him anyways. Because either way I still ended up hurting him.”  He looked at the face and petted it with his metal fingers, he then put shoved it back into his pocket.

“Why are you here?”

“Well, Paul, I wanted to see what happened after everything. It seems that you have turned into a monster. Or at least the people see you as a monster.”  Then the little man sat down on Paul’s bed. His feet were dangling off of the floor. He was staring at the ceiling, “Awwww. Paul do you remember the night we first met? It was so nice.”

“How could I forget that day you stole everything that mattered to me?”  Paul clenched his fists. Then everything played back in his head. He saw his son cut into pieces, his wife’s head cut into three, and his dog skinned body shoved into the toilet. He remembers standing in the shower with the little man. He remembers talking to the cops in the bathroom. He remembers everything he saw. He remembers looking behind the cops and seeing… seeing…

He remembers.

Paul ran up to the little man points into his face and says, “Your name is Marziplex! It’s Marziplex you little freak!”

The little man looked up at Paul, torture filled the little man’s eyes. He then stood up and walked towards the door, he puts one hand on the door to hold himself up and another were his heart is. He then turned his head to look at Paul. The little man’s eyes were glowing a bright yellow. “How dare you say that in front of me!”

Marziplex then walks over towards Paul, he was slashing at the air. He fell to his knees. He then screamed at the ceiling in pain. Then dust started to float off of him slowly. It started to get quicker. First his clothes turned into dust, floating off of Marziplex’s body. He then sat there naked. He was still screaming a blood curdling cry. His skin then started to float off of him slowly, showing patches of muscle underneath the thin layer of skin.

Marziplex then stood up and started to walk towards Paul. His skin was gone. Now the muscle was floating off of him. He was now just bone and still walking towards Paul. The skull of Marziplex then spoke to Paul, “Damn you Paul,” then the skull turned into dust just like the rest of him. Marziplex was done being torn apart atom by atom and he ceased to exist. There was then a loud clang on the floor.

Paul’s cell door flew open. Two security guards walked into the room with Dr.Skovak. Dr.Skovak then said, “Paul are you okay? What happened?”

They all then looked at the floor in front of Paul. There were three things. There was the two faces of Paul’s wife and son. And then right by Paul’s feet was a pile of long metallic fingers.  