Revenge
A little boy lies on the hard cement floor weeping from the pain that had been inflicted on him just a bit ago. He stops crying quickly and shakes quietly only letting out a small whimper as he hears footsteps coming down the steps that lead down to where he is. He hears the snap of a whip. The boy scrambles to the farthest corner trying to get away. A man steps down into view with a whip and a knife in hand, he slowly walks toward the boy. A sinister smirk forms on the man’s face at the boy cowering in front of him, feeding on the fear. The man cracks the whip against his hand and takes another step forward. His smirk grows wider and wider with each step. The boy tries the scramble back farther into the corner making himself as small as possible. Suddenly the whip cracks down on the boy’s shoulder. ¨Stand up boy,¨ the man snarls. The boy stands trembling still pressed into the corner. The man flips the knife in his hand and presses it against the boy’s stomach. He cuts a line from his stomach to his chest, making sure it’s not too deep so not to kill him, but to cause major pain. The boy lets out a loud cry and falls clutching his stomach, blood pouring out of the wound.
The man throws a half a loaf of bread at the boy, hitting him in the head. ¨Eat¨ The man growls and storms back up the stairs. The boy listens waiting for the door to slam then starts crying no longer able to choke back the tears. He notices a glint of silver in his peripheral vision, he looks up and sees the man left the knife on the floor. He grins despite the pain as he thinks of what he could do to get revenge. He struggles to get up and instead crawls slowly over to the knife. He grabs it and crawls back over to the corner hiding it behind him. He listens intently for footsteps waiting for the man to come back so he could conduct his plan.
Hours pass as the boy still listens waiting for the man to come back. His eyes grow heavy as sleep tries to take him away from the pain going through him. He forces himself to stay awake, scared he would miss his chance, but soon enough sleep takes over and his world is completely black. After what only seems to be a few minutes of sleep the boy jolts awake to the sound of the basement door slamming open. He tenses and quickly grabs the knife behind him. This time instead of the man a woman steps down with a girl by her side, they both smile, but it never reaches their eyes. ¨I´m sorry, I´m so sorry¨ They both keep muttering this over and over again. The boy starts to get angry as this happens. His rage keeps growing as they get closer. Once both of them are in front of the boy he whips out the knife and stabs them both in the heart before they could scream. Both women collapse at once, he stabs them both once more to make sure they are actually dead. He kneels down and looks at the horror frozen on their face, not liking that he carves a smile into each of their faces. He murmurs to himself ¨There, now you are happy¨. He smiles at his work feeling slightly satisfied. He grabs both of the women and drags them, struggling a bit, up the stairs.
The boy drags the woman into the dining room and props them both on their chairs at the table. After making sure they are situated he wanders the house looking for the man. He soon realizes the man is not in the house, so he goes back to the dining room. He sets the bloody knife on the table and sits down at the table to wait for the man to come home. A few minutes later the front door opens and closes. The boy grabs the knife and stands up. The man enters the dining room not quite noticing the scene yet. The boy watches calmly waiting for the man to turn around and notice. Finally the man turns and sees his wife and daughter dead at the table. He opens his mouth to scream, when the boy throws the knife lodging it right into the heart hitting his target. The boy grins widely and walks over to the fallen man, he takes the knife out and plunges it in once more. Making sure the man is dead, he takes the knife out and carves the same grin on the man’s face. The boy sits the dead man at his spot at the table.¨ and once again we are a happy family!¨ The boy exclaims. He takes one of the plates on the table and eats the food on it. After eating he looks at the dead bodies around him. Suddenly realizing what he has done he is overwhelmed by grief. He looks around the house and finds a rope, gasoline, and matches. Back in the dining room he takes one of the wooden chairs and climbs up onto it. He ties the rope to one of the ceiling beams after making sure it would hold him. He then douses the chair in gasoline, ties the rope around his neck and kicks the chair over. He hangs there with the matches still in his hand, he lights one drop and lights the chair on fire. He watches as the flames grow bigger and bigger, feeling the heat on his skin, breathing the smoke into his lungs. He whispers ¨ at last it is all over.¨ Those are his last words before his world is blank for the last time. The boy’s spirit now lingers there, sometimes taking the form of a middle aged man when he sees something wrong with the family.
