Of God His Tongue Speaks Not (696 hits)
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Submitted by TaK (View user info) at 2004-09-17 12:28:08 EDT
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After corkscrewing his eyeballs as carefully as possible and having a small chat with them over sips of peroxide, I place one mothball a piece in his empty, runny eye sockets. I do this because to me it is pretty, almost a work of art; and because I have always enjoyed the way mothballs smell.
The dentist chair on either side of his head is crusted and smeared with the liquid from his mothball eyes, and he will not stop his incessant mewling. I think of cutting his tongue out, but decide against it because doing so would only increase the level of the mewling and make its tone more aggravating. More thought on this subject reveals that the mewling will not stop either way, and a part of me enjoys even the aggravation of the whole thing, so I again change my mind and prepare for surgery.
I slap him across the face but not hard enough to joggle the mothballs. With one hand I open his jaw and with the other I insert the clamp, I could care less if he bites down on my hand or the metal of the clamp, occupational hazards should be expected. His tongue writhes back and forth but only from the middle up for the tip is held too tightly to do much more than turn blue.
I could use the electric saw, or my plain old knife, or even my scalpel, but right now I feel a bit more rustic; I feel down to earth and simple. The type of man who would duct-tape anything. If you can't duct it fuck it.
So I decide on the Exacto Knife.
I begin to swivel his chair around to face me and get caught up in how fun it is; I turn him around and around and around and around. Mom would always yell at us for doing this I remember. Funny, some people would here me say such a thing at a time like this and say, "Oh great, it's the unhappy mommy situation syndrome. He blames it all on his parents," but the truth is my parents were great to me. They have nothing to do with the demon I have in my chair.
Something even funnier: I actually have to stop and think to figure out if they would be proud.
Tossing all of this out the left ear I bend and extract the tongue as far as possible, and then a little farther. The Exacto Knife is dull and rusty, but only as dull as a used razor should be. Which is to say, still every bit sharp enough. It's tip dips in and bites; I can see a taste bud burst and the inside of his tongue appears no different than the exterior, although it bleeds.
Good news: the mewling stops. It is soon replaced by high-pitched squealing, but at least the mewling stops. Halfway through the procedure my hand grows tired and I have to pause and stretch, leaving his tongue bent and spewing crimson between his teeth.
Hm. His teeth. Wonder what we could do with those...
No matter. For now I focus back on his biggest muscle, beginning to saw back and forth, slowly so that he can feel each move. This man deserves no less.
The child he had, and then had again, and again, and again would disagree, she would say no no it doesn't make sense to retort with violence to violence this only causes the cycle to continue no good can come of it are you crazy do you think you'll save me or make it better do you think God is really happy with you what is wrong with your head and I'll have nothing to explain with no way to justify no way to make it better no way out no way to stop no way to make them see.
I am the superhero I am the vehicle of retribution I am the One to bring the realization to him of the pain he made the wrong he created the shadow he cast the way he touched her the way he hurt her the way he used and manipulated her child's trust just to vindicate the demon inside of him I will cast it out I will take this demon by the neck what was I supposed to do I couldn't stop his tongue is gone and I notice his tooth is cracked and I think "it must be pulled" and I'm only a man and my life is so beautiful has been so beautiful and hers so sad and dark and who else will do God's work if I don't step to the plate and his tooth is out now when did I do that and I hope they all know it and I hope they all see that this blood is the cleansing his screaming is justice and I pound and pound and pound and am I screaming or is he but he can't if he's not breathing he's not breathing?
No Peter he's done. Look at him.
Oh good Lord what have I done I didn't want him dead I wanted him to live with the pain now it's all been for nothing it means nothing what have I done I am only a man only a man only a man only a man.
Only a man...
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(The preceding has been an excerpt from the diary of Peter Mess entitled "Providence", in which is described the brutal torturing and eventual accidental killing of his most important victim. This diary was found by a Detective Paul Michaels in the novel "The Rings of Hell" by renowned fiction writer Marcus Piolli, who himself is a fictional character in the serial novel I, Michael Pate, will soon be sharing with you all. The novel will be titled, appropriately I think, "Providence".)
User Reviews
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2004-09-17 14:53:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
remind me never to piss you off TaK.
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-09-17 14:10:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Absolutely Jinky.
One of my favorite phrases has always been: "The truth is in the fiction."
The man in the dentist's chair is indeed a real person, but I am not the type to actually carry through actions such as the ones described above.
At least not yet.
Submitted by JinkyWilliams (user info) at 2004-09-17 13:47:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Leads me to recall one of the first posts I read on Ubersite. It was a fiction about an unfortunate bum who attempted to kill the friend of a policeman for some money. The policeman proceeds to subdue and bind the man, and then to methodically use various instruments to "embellish" the man's skin, et cetera.
A most disconcerting story. Even fiction, especially that which deals with psychology, is always based on reality. Kind of like SpikeGoddess' "Red Things" narrative.
Stay orange.
--JW
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-09-17 13:40:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting, but your tounge isn't the biggest muscle. There were one ot two other minor errors, but nothing horrible.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-17 12:49:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow
Submitted by rurumon (user info) at 2004-09-17 12:46:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2004-09-17 12:42:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Creeped me the fuck out. Couldn't finish it. You sir, are a sick one. Good show.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2004-09-17 12:33:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Frightening, and just the "wake-up juice" Ubersite needed today.
Bring it on.