| Dr. Death
"Tell me your story." the voice commanded.
"My mother died during birth and my father saw no point in living any more after she died, so he ended his life with a single BANG, clear through his forehead. Sometimes I still have nightmares of his shriek. When I was born I had a physical disfigurement, so no one was willing to adopt me until I was six.
It was at that age that I was beaten and molested by my foster parents, who always made me feel ugly, unwanted, hated. They used to scream at me,
‘You'll never amount to anything, you @#%!'
Sometimes at night, I would lie in my ebony, ill lit room, and lull myself to sleep with my tears, barely mumbling under my breath
‘Nobody loves me and I'll never be beautiful.'
My name is David Firth and I was only six years old when my life began to end.
As I grew older and time passed the molestations and beatings only increased. I even tried to end it all with two fatal slices
‘Down the road, not across the street.' I sang to myself.
Drip...Drip...Drip, was the tune of my sad song. As I watched the blood roll from mutilated, ugly wrists, I watched my life pass before me, and I decided that I couldn't let them win, so I killed them."
"But why?" said the voice.
"THEY DIDN'T DESERVE TO LIVE! They were pathetic excuses for human beings. I did the world a favor! When I felt that knife slide across their necks just as if it they had been coated with oil, I knew it was meant to be. I realized that everyone who made my life harder than it was supposed to be was going to pay. Some would have called it madness, insanity, unethical. I called it pure genius."
"So you killed innocent people?"
"I have never killed anybody in my life, I just merely taught them something. One of my favorite victims was Natalie. God she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was about 5'11", she had creamy white skin, long blonde hair, silver eyes, and the most extravagant smile ever. She's the reason I made the decision to turn gay."
"Is that the reason why you only rape your male subjects?"
"Yes but that's irrelevant to my story. Ah yes, her smile. It was so white, so warming, so happy, I had to make it better. I bound her to cutting board from my kitchen, along with some barbed wire and watched her wiggle from side to side. Her white shirt turned crimson and I had to touch her. I had to feel her. Her skin was so soft to the touch, it was gorgeous. As the blade pierced her the contour of her cheek she let out a shrill scream, almost arousing, it encouraged me to slice through the skin until blade met lip. The skin had separated and my goal was reached, I had never seen such a perfect slice. I was so proud. I know I made her regret that night she laughed in my face when I asked her to dance. Her tears mixed in with the blood as she cried. She let out a sigh of relief and I knew the pain had decreased and she obviously hadn't learned her lesson, so I sliced the other side only from lip to ear. I brought new meaning to smiling from ear to ear. She cried out some more and the skin flapped back and forth and it made me feel so good. She was so pale, so cold and she sweated quite profusely , so I wiped it away along with her tears and whispered in her ear
‘Beauty is the curse of the world.'
I watched her die that night and it felt so pure."
"They're going to put you away forever for this, you know that right?"
"Will you refrain from constantly interrupting me?! Do you even realized the significance of my story?"
"No, but explain it to me. Why David? Why?"
"If mankind had treated you this way, wouldn't you want them to suffer? No one ever loved me, no one ever could. I was ugly. What do you think the answer to loneliness is?"
"I don't know."
"Beauty. It would solve everything. I wouldn't awaken every morning, alone. Do you know what it feels like to just want someone to hold you, kiss you, and tell you everything's okay? If I wasn't born without this, this thing."
"You mean, not having a nose?"
"Will you just get out of my mind?"
"It's my job. To make you confess, to help you understand."
"I don't need to understand anything. The world needs to learn, to be taught, to love no matter what, and if I have to kill and torture every person on this planet to make them learn, I'll do it. So Dr. Gunge, my name is David Firth, but you can call me Dr. Death." |
no make up ew.
