A Malicious Narrative

Change

drip, drip, drip, drip.

Where?

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

I felt a terrible pain in the back of my head. Where was I? I open my eyes to complete darkness. As I became more aware I realize something. A weird feeling that I only just noticed, my hair, it was standing straight up, or so I thought. I notice that I feel like I'm hanging upside down. The only thing is I couldn't feel my legs. I start swinging back and forth to see if I could find anything to give me a clue about where I was but, there was nothing, and I really didn't have the energy to swing any further than I did.

I try to remember how I got here. What I did last. I remember the last thing I did was coming home from the bar, taking a shower and going to bed. I feel like I'm missing something though. What was it?

After a few minutes the feeling in my legs still hadn't come back, I was really starting to freak out. I try to reach my arms up to touch my legs, it was impossible. I could barely move. I felt like a sack of potatoes that had been turned upside down. My stomach even started growling. I ate before I went to bed, I can't believe I'd be this hungry, I don't know what time it is but, it feels like i was asleep for maybe 3 hours and then woke up here.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

Someone abducted me and has be hanging somewhere, that's the only explanation. They had to of drugged me at the bar and followed me home. None of that mattered now though. All that mattered was finding a way out of wherever I was.

I felt a warm bead of sweat run down my chest, over my neck, and down my face. I felt a second one coming down this one went in my mouth. The taste of iron, warm and thick. This wasn't sweat, this was blood. I must have bleeding from below my waist line, because i always felt the drop start at the bottom of my stomach.

Great, I'm bleeding now too.

Drip, drip, drip, drip

"Click"

The room is suddenly filled with light. The light is sudden and painful to my eyes, as they roll back in my head from the pain, I squint to tame the feeling of my eyes burning in their sockets. Through the slits of my squinted eyes I see a figure come into focus, tall and in dark clothing.

My eyes start to feel good enough to open wider and I finally see the figure in front of me, every gruesome detail. He had a long leather apron the color of coal draped over his long body, it was soaked in blood, and what looked like pieces of raw meat speckled the entirety of the apron. From what I could tell that's all he was wearing. He had no shoes, shirt or pants on. He was really tall and looked fit, like a marathon runner. His skin was a sickly white color, and also spotted with blood and bits of meat.

I looked up, straight into his eyes. They were a dark shade of blue and he had dark circles around them. His head was shaved completely, and as he looked at me he began to cry. I was so scared because his crying quickly turned to laughing.

Why was he laughing?

Terror filled my whole body, I was going to die. I don't know where I was, but it would be the last place I'd see.

I muster up the courage to interrupt his laughing with a question.

"What are you doing to me?" I ask spouting every word while holding back tears.

"Simple, simple" the man says in a quiet and slightly nervous tone. "Needed a replacement you see" as he says this he pulls back his apron. I see that one of his feet is in fact a stick, his leg was severed at knee.

It clicks. I look up at my legs and begin to sob uncontrollably. My right leg is severed at the knee. There was a bandage wrapped around it, but the blood had soaked through and was running down my torso.

"Need one more thing, just one more." he says almost whispering.

A fear spreads through my entire body. "NO!" I shout at him.

"No?" he asks and then with one movement he is right by me. He grabs me by the waist and begins swinging me back and forth. "I take what I want, and I need to prevent the spread of your kind" he says with a crooked smile.

"My kind?" I ask in confusion.

"Filthy creatures ruining his world, it isn't fair. Whores all of them" he says completely ignoring me. "But the master declares no killing, I can't kill, won't do it. But I will prevent the spread of this disease." he turns to a table beside him, small and covered in tools and blood. He runs though all the instruments on his table and after a short pause grabs one and soaks it in a jar of clear liquid.

He took the sharp object an raised it to my waist, it looked like a type of saw blade.

"I deadened your legs when I cut the right one off, I'm sorry because that will be wearing off now." He says while raising the blade above my waist and with one quick motion he slams it down into my body. I feel my flesh burst and blood squirts in every direction. As he raises the blade pieces of flesh fly upward toward his face. I drop my head. I could feel the pain in my leg now, and I felt every blow he delivered.

He grabs the clear liquid off of the little table and only when he pours it into my wound do I realize what it is. It burns and makes me long for the blade being shoved into my body. It was cleaning alcohol. It only burns for awhile and then I pass out from the pain.

~Some hours later~

A woman in white and a man was there too.

Wait, where was I? I look around and see hospital equipment around me. The woman in white walks up to me.

"The surgery was a success" she says.

"What's going on nurse?" I ask

"You had a sex change remember?" she looked puzzled

"No I didn't, I have to get out of here!"

"You can't, you have to give the surgery time to heal" she yells.

As she turns and walks out of the room I rip off the ugly blue nightgown that I was wearing and look below my waist and see a bare area, like a ken doll. This wasn't an ordinary sex change, I was blank down there, other than a word carved into the skin.

"WHORE"

I begin to panic, I grab a chunk of my hair on my head and pull it off, unfortunately it wasn't a dream, I didn't wake up. I stop and realize when I made the mistake that causes this. I grab a scalpel that is laying on the table beside me and drag it across my neck. I see blood dancing in the space above me, as I slowly die I see the nurse walk in with a smile.

"Another whore dead sir" she says to the doctor.

Those were the last words I heard.

~the next day~

The paper headline reads

"A local Pastor dies in a freak surgery accident"

The whole town was mourning the loss. Except Denny. Denny was the happiest he'd ever been, even the dark circles under his eyes looked better. He'd helped God get rid of a hypocrite, a no good useless whore. And he didn't even have to kill him. Today Denny was free, he felt happy for once. He even had the day off from the hospital.

But like always that changed after a few days, so he had to find another hypocrite. This time it wasn't a transphobic Pastor. He couldn't stop. He had a hole that needed to be filled. And he had to do God's work.