“Who am I?” I cut her off, already bored of hearing the same questions asked all the time. “I mean, do youreallywanna know who I am? Will it make your short life better if you know the person who’s gonna turn you into turkey stuffing?” I tease with a shit eating grin on my face behind the mask, instantly she begins to cry again. I guess not then.
The loud wailing has her husband rousing from his hammer induced sleep, he groans heavily and begins to pry his bloodsoaked eyes open. Clumps of flesh from where the clawhead hammer smashed into his face settle into the creases of his eyelids, successfully glueing them together. His large belly wobbles as he groans louder now, pulling his meaty arms against the glowing Christmas lights and I fear they might snap at any moment if I don’t get a move on with my festive party.
“Now isn’t this nice?” I sing-song while clapping my hands together in front of me. “Well, now-”
“Nancy!” The man bellows, cutting me off. I don’t like to be interrupted and now, he’s beginning to spoil my fun. I turn away from Nancy and step in front of Frank and probe my index finger into his fat belly.
“Excuse me, fat man. Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt others when they’re talking?”
“Who the fuck are you?! I’ll fucking kill you if you’ve hurt my wife!” Ah, so fat Frank does bite back. Well, going off his size, I reckon he bites a lot but that’s not my business. Frank throws himself around in the creaky wooden chair and I send a swift slap across his bloodied face, his jowls wobble from the force and Nancy screams behind me.
“Please! Please, just.. just let us go. We won’t say anything!”
“Stop talking Nancy, I’ll get us out of this.” Frank says with some kind of attempted dominance in his voice which causes me to laugh under the mask.
“See fancy Nancy, fat Frank over here is gonna’ get you out of this mess! I mean, in my professional opinion,” I say, planting my hand onto my chest. “I’m not sure how, considering he’s strung up like a Christmas tree with a face that looks like a smushed fruit but, by all means. Go ahead. Save your wife, Frank.” My voice dips to a sinister tone as I walk back over to the kitchen unit to grab the electric knife. Nancy spins in her chair the best she can and follows my calculated steps as I bring the knife back over to the both of them. The fear in hereyes shines brightly and the flood of adrenaline that fills my bloodstream is intoxicating.
If you were to ask me what my favourite part of this whole killing gig is, it would be this. To see the fear in my victims eyes, to watch them crumble to nothing but whimpering messes before me. I’m quite dominating when I want to be.
Frank finally manages to peel his eyes open and the regret that flashes across his face is quite laughable, I bet he wishes I’d stapled his eyes shut instead, then he wouldn’t have to witness what I’m about to do.
“You’re.. you’re the-” He stutters.
“The, the, the.” I taunt. “The Angelmaker, yes.”
Frank’s once bloodshot face instantly floods to a ghostly shade of white the moment I reveal my identity and the panic quickly sets in. He must have heard about my yearly killings and now the pin has dropped in his mind.
“Nancy, I.. I’m so sorry.” He blubbers. It’s quite romantic really but it also makes my skin crawl, why are people so nice to each other? How strange.
Nancy cries even louder now at her husbands words and I roll my eyes in annoyance then press the button down on the electric knife which only makes her fucking crymore.
Fucking hell, will this bitch ever stop?
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 herscreams 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.
