Long, thin fingers dipped into the gaping wound, the crimson liquid contrasting beautifully against the pallour of his skin. So long had it been since he felt such a thrill; the shrill screams of fear and the sweet pleas of mercy. Such music to his ears.
It had started out an accident. He hadn't meant to kill her but she was becoming a burden. Constantly hassling him, berating his musical talents. She needed to go. The woman had only been a hindrance to him since he first came into this world.
The first strike was easy. A simple punch to her temple to debilitate her senses and then another to ensure she would stay down.
Next came the knife. Oh, how it gleamed in the dim light of the parlor's ornate chandelier. It whispered to him promises of freedom and happiness. Dulcet words to a crazed mind. He looked up on her with disdain, delighting in her fear ridden eyes. His heart raced as he pressed the knife to her throat, slowly but surely pressing down as he slit it in one clean motion.
He paused to watch her hands raise weakly in a vain attempt to clutch her throat. The musician hummed softly along with his mother's gurgling groans, finding it made such a lovely melody. Yet something was missing. The boy needed to be certain of her demise.
With an angered yell, he stabbed at her chest fiercely, determined to reach her heart. The sounds of splintering bones and low growls mingled and filled the air. Almost the perfect symphony. Only a few more jabs and then…
There!
That was the melody he longed to hear. The slowed thumps of her dying heart. A delighted giggled escaped the musician, deep violet eyes peering into the gaping hole to catch a glimpse of the frail organ. A flick of his wrist cut surrounding veins. Another sliced through the inferior vena cava. After a minute, the musician pulled out the oragan, handling it with such precious care. It would be a shame should it fall and shatter.
Now, the young man sat at the piano, having left his mother in the middle of the room. Bloodstained fingers glidded over pristine ivory keys, painting them with the color of his victory. Expertly, the young man began to play; the haunting trill of the notes enveloping the room in an eerie symphony.
His father would be home soon. Perhaps he too would join his mother and him in this exquisite orchestra.