“5 minutes,
this'll only take me 5 minutes” he said, getting little bits of
blood and tooth on his pristine white doctors coat, “I'm nearly
done”.
A few flourishes of
the wrists, cuts and sutures later and he was finished. He stood back
to admire his handiwork. It may have looked like a torrent of bone
and sinew to a normal person but to him he had created art. Something
beautiful out of something horrible.
“One things for
sure, that dog'll never bother us again, right”. He laughed. He
was, of course not speaking to anyone at all. He'd spent most of his
life alone and was going to spend the rest of it alone too. He was
fine with this, it's not like he really needed people anyway. Well,
it was time to wait for the glue to set. More than enough time for a
cold can of beans.
He enjoyed eating
his beans cold, out of the can. It made him feel closer to nature.
After all beans came from a can, it was like picking fruit ripe from
the tree, wasn't it?
There was a THUMP
THUMP from the front door. He dropped some beans on his coat. Who
could this be? He answered the door to a burly man who looked
worried.
“Hello?”
“Hi, I'm sorry to
bother you, I was wondering if you'd seen my dog”. He handed him a
flyer with an printed picture of a dog on it, the ink was a bit
blurry and the toner was clearly running out on the printer but he
clearly recognized it and his face brightened.
“Yes yes!” he
did a little jump, “It was in my garden earlier, it made some
horrible noises and made a terrible mess, but don't worry”, he gave
a wide grin, “I've made it better”.
The man at the door
looked confused, “you did what?”
The white coated man
gestured, “come see, come see”.
They both walked
down the stairs to the basement. “it's not done of course yet, but
you'll see what I mean, much better... Ah... here we are!”
Smilingly he pointed
at the grotesque statue of sinew and bone. “Isn't it beautiful?”
The burly man walked
towards it with wettened eyes. He got closer and fell on his knees
quietly. He must REALLY like it.
“It took a while
to make of course, and at the start it was making all sorts of
noises, but it quietened down in the end. I'm really quite proud of
it, what do you think?”
The burly man was
shaking, “You sick... bastard.. I'll”, his voice was barely
controlled as he whirled round. “I'LL KILL YOU”.
He gripped the man
in the white coat and threw his head at the statue with such force
that a splintered femur that was hidden under a wrap of stretched
skin entered his eye and pierced his brain. His body was jerking and
he was making an awful gurgling sound until eventually he went limp.
The burly man with
tears in his eyes looked upon the horror in front of him. What was
left of his dog had merged with the body of the the sick artist to
create something worse.
After standing in
silence for a while he took out his phone and softly called the
police, telling them the whole story. Quietly and sadly he sat on the
floor waiting for his captors to arrive.
