Everyday, it's the same thing. Five 'o clock sharp Zack will be here. He'll pick up my shipment, and walk away. That's all he ever does. But no, on this Sunday, I decided to do something different with him, change his schedule. On this Sunday, at five o'clock, I sneaked up behind, sickle in hand. Creeping along the short distance between my house and the shipment box, I swiftly cut off his head. The head went flying up in the air, about a foot or two. He didn't even know what hit him. Ha! Asshole deserved it. Didn't even make a sound, when I cut it off… quite as a mouse. Blood sprayed all over the place of course, my nice, blue hat was covered in a red liquid. I grabbed his feet, and pulled his body over to my stable. No horse had ever lived in that stable for a long time; it died a few years ago, of "sickness". In that stable, was my blood-stained axe from when that horse died of "sickness". I grabbed my axe, and cut off the left arm, and then the right. Following that the left leg, then the right leg, and the torso. In total six body parts, all on my farm! Hahaha!
As night drew, slowly, tick tock went the clock! Six 'o clock…. Seven 'o clock…. Eight 'o clock…. Nine 'o clock…. Ten 'o clock… Eleven 'o clock…. Twelve!! Grabbing my good ol' friend Zack's body bag, I carried it to Poultry Farm, which is right down the road and to the right. The chickens are sleeping. Rick, Popuri, and Lillia, the owners of this family owned farm, are also sound asleep. With my bag of Zack, I take out his head, and stick it right on the fence. I dig two little holes in front of the fence, and stick his two arms, respectively, into them. His two feet, are "standing" in front of the door. Well, I guess me job is done here, I said to myself as I clapped my hands together. Lightly of course as to not wake, up the family.
I slowly walked back to my farm, trying not wake up the one house that was between my farm and Poultry Farm, the shop, Blacksmith Saibara. Saibara…. What type of name is that!? C'mon! I would shoot myself if I had a name like that. Well, that aside I got to my house, and hopped in the shower to clean myself up after that mess. In the middle of the shower, I thought about what I had just done, like a lot of people do while they're in a shower. Thinking about the past, present, and future. I didn't really focus much on my past, however, what was there to my past? Not much….
I was born, and all that stuff. Grew up, and at the age of eight a life changing experience happened. My parents took me to a town, a town called Mineral Town. Why have the word 'Town' in a name of a town, I'll never know. On one of the days during are week-long vacation, I got lost in ended up on a farm, yes, THIS farm. A harmless old man walked up to me, and took me inside his house. But as it turned out, he wasn't a harmless old man. He was a rapist. I was "lost" in that farm for two days, until he finally let me go. My parents were coming down the road to the farm almost the moment I got out. The old man, lying, of course was saying how he watched over me because I was lost. That he let me ride his horse, and all this bullshit that was all false.
When I turned twenty, I came back to this farm. The old man even older now still lived on this farm. I snuck into his house after Zack came to pick up his shipment, like he always did mine. At around seven 'o clock, I broke into his house, and dragged him to that stable. I got the axe, that just so happened to be in the stable, and cut off one of his legs. I gave him a sheet of paper, and a pen. I told him to write that he was leaving his farm to me. He wrote it, on the promise that I'd let him free if he did. Haha, let him free, after he locked me up and raped me? Ya right bastard. Ignoring our promise, one more leg off, he can't even walk now now! Bleeding to death at this point, I decided I should just get it over with and end his misery. I grabbed his body parts, and took them with me into the mountains. I swam across the mountain lake, and climbed into the little island in the middle. On that little island is a cave, nobody goes into the cave, so I thought of it as a perfect place to hide his body. Dig…. dig… dig some more, there! About 5 feet under ground, I threw his body into the hole. In the cave was some nice dry wood. I picked up the wood and chucked it in the pit as well. I lit a match, well more like three, and threw them into it. The wood caught on fire, and so did the old man. Smoke coming out of the hole in swirls, the smell of a campfire came from the pit. Shortly after the smell of a campfire came out, the smell of blood leaked out of it. Burning, the old man is burning, haha!
I walked back to his, well, more like my, house. I hopped into the shower, and thought about what I had just done, sorta like right now. I remembered the time he raped me, and then I thought, what now? I knew exactly what I was going to do now…. Go back to my home town after this shower, and come back in a week. After a week passed, I came back here, and truly, inherited his house. A month passed, and it was summer. That's when this Sunday occurred.
Now, after reminiscing about my past, I thought about the future.
Who would be my next victim? That little bitch…. I mean girl, that lives next door to Poultry Farm, at Yodel Farm, has always pissed me off…
