[[Author's Note; I am in no way this gory in real life... It was halloween and I got into the spirit with a roleplay I was doing... and then this was born...
comment and let me know what you think. It's a poem and I hope you enjoy it!]]
Little Orphan Alfie
by ~SaraHerrin
Oh my friends; come gather round this story you must hear,
About a boy, whose sad little tale may make you shed a tear,
But first my friends I'll tell you this, a simple background plot
This boy of whom I'm about to speak, was a spoiled little snot.
We thought we were being noble, taking in this little orphan child
How wrong we were with that little tot; he was too dangerous and wild.
And yet our loving caring thoughts, hid his evil ways
He made us hate and despise the other, oh what dreadful days
But that is just the synopsis, my friend; of the story you must hear
The one I wish to spin for you, the one of Alfie dear.
Now the main plot of this story I will tell you in due time
Right now I'll tell the start of it all, and lead up to that crime
It was a bright and sunny day we were in a world so new.
Excitement filled us to the brim, we had discoveries to pursue
Now, Little Orphan Alfie, we found in a field of green
His golden hair, was of the sun, so beautiful and clean
His eyes were of the bluest sky, so soft, so dazzling and pure
Who could resist such a little child, who seemed so calm and demure.
We argued a little over what to do, with this precious little boy
He made us laugh he made us cry, what an ingenious clever ploy.
Now here we come to an important part, of the story I will tell
This is when I started to snap, and fell straight into hell.
Oh Little Orphan Alfie, came to our house to live,
He grew till his was old enough to know what pleasures to give
Poor Little orphan Alfie he just couldn't stand to stay,
Within our house, nope just couldn't take another single day.
But, Little Orphan Alfie, had grown into a needy thing
He took away my treasured gold, and thought he was a king
Yes, Little Orphan Alfie, just couldn't be alone
He stole away, my British friend, whom now he called his own.
Little Orphan Alfie, my warnings did not heed
I told him once I told him twice, one too many yes indeed.
Now it was time for him to learn of his many, many mistakes
I didn't want to be the villain, but I guess if that's what it takes.
Little Orphan Alfie, once was a hero thought
That night he learned the sickening truth, of the vengeance that he sought.
Oh Little Orphan Alfie, once so brave and bold
Beneath my ever watchful gaze, his blood had run stone cold
I made him watch, that orphan boy, it was his price to pay
For always being an obnoxious brat, I took his love away...
Now this is the part that may make you cry or hate me even more
But my friends please listen close, because this is the core.
I sat him down in a chair of steel, in a room of silver and white.
He didn't know why he must be bound, he didn't even fight.
I told him wait a few moments more, we just needed one more guest.
It wasn't until said guest arrived, that Al became distressed.
I brought him in, naught flesh and bare, panicked and afraid,
I reveled in the anger that flared up as my set was laid.
Oh little orphan Alfie tried to fight the bonds and get free
So he could come and play the hero, and be rid of me.
But no, I couldn't let that happen, not when it had just begun
He needed and I wanted to make him watch as I had fun.
Now it's true to say, that I felt bad for hurting my precious Brit;
But a point I had to make and with him it was a homerun hit.
I knew that just one sacrifice would make him see his wrongs
The best part of this gruesome plot, was how it lasted so long.
Little Orphan Alfie cried, then begged and pleaded
In hopes that I would stop, but of course they went unheeded.
Artie screamed and flailed and cried as I withdrew my knife
And little orphan Alfie fought for the British man's life.
I held two knives in the grip of my hand and planned a cruel attack
I held the Brit beneath my body and waited for him to crack
I pinned his arms above his head, his hands were my goal
I held them close together then, and his scream shook my soul
With a quick thrust of my hand a knife dove into his flesh
He let out a brand new scream, and his blood was fresh.
I moved my position to view his torso, open and exposed
I smiled back at Alfie then and I love how he was opposed
Slowly I pressed the second blade down into Artie's chest
Who knew a crimson drop could make one so distressed.
With a slow and steady hand I drew the knife down to his hip
Alfie watched in shock and horror as I made a final slip.
Artie's eyes were full of tears praying to be saved.
Alfie couldn't stand to watch, but couldn't look away.
My heart jumped, my pulse raced who knew it was so much fun.
To bring about this agony until their life was done.
I took my first incision and then added, carefully, two more.
I reveled in the blood I drew, and I smiled at the gore
I placed my mark upon his flesh to brand him as my own
Little Orphan Alfie watched in distress, helpless and alone.
Bored with the knife I held in my hand I tossed it to the side
I wanted to play with the big guns now, I was so happy I could have cried.
I picked up the crowbar next, its metal shiny and new
It was like a brand new toy to me, I had to use it wouldn't you?
I hit him once, I hit him twice, and I heard his nose go crack
I continued on with another hit in my sick and brutal attack.
I slammed the bar upon his chest and heard some ribs just snap
Artie's cries turned to silent wails as I beat him like some scrap.
Alfie was silent watching in a horrified disgust
As I broke the British man's body with a cruel sickly lust.
I wanted more of the gore that splattered all across the room
Dying the ivory of the walls into a crimson gloom
Pausing a moment to admire my work, with a smile I looked him over
With a smirk and a twitch as I reached out to grasp the shiny, new revolver.
Artie's breathing was shallow and his hope was very dim.
He knew that when I took the gun his fate was looking grim.
Little Orphan alfie, cried and wailed and hollered.
I turned back and fired a shot, straight at Alfie's collar.
I closed my eyes and relished in the sound of the bullets hit
Sinking into Alfie's chest, knowing the flesh it split.
Now little orphan Alfie, did not utter a cry
He winced and growled and continued on, what an annoying guy.
Turning the gun back to my Artie, I took aim at his arm
I had only five shots left to cause to cause the Brit more harm.
I cocked the gun and steadied my hand. I wouldn't want to miss.
I pulled the trigger and listened as the bullet began t0 hiss.
It punctured into his forearm spraying out its crimson life
I liked the sound that it made but it was not as fun as a knife.
I re-aimed my gun to his other arm, to make a matching mark
Now I know my actions may seem so very, very dark
It was all to teach that brat a lesson on respective space
If I could not have Artie alone, then my Artie I would erase.
I fired the gun again watching as the bullet struck
Artie must have known then that he was running out of luck.
I fired a shot into each of his legs, and watched the blood spray.
Alfie's face was white and pale as I butchered up my prey.
I had only a single shot left, but so many places to hit.
I turned back to Alfred then, wondering if his heart was in a pit
Oh little orphan Alfie, I turn it over to you, I said with a smile.
Shall I shoot him in his head or watch him bleed out like the Nile?
Little Orphan Alfie looked with tear stained cheeks.
Please… Just end it now. Don't let him suffer. Softly he speaks.
Alfred… Cooed the British man dying on the table
I love you more than any and all my fantasy fables.
Save me if you can from this cruel Frenchly man
Just please make the pain stop I'm really not a fan.
No more sap, no more talk I shouted with fury in my throat
I was in control here and that was not up to vote.
I pointed the gun at Poor little Artie then
He was and always had been my one and only friend.
It wasn't fair and It wasn't right.
I loved Artie; I raised him to be mine with a little fight.
Why did it have to come to this, I pondered in my head.
I pulled the trigger into his face, and sent him off to bed.
His brains and gore splattered out in a mass of carnage behind him.
Alfie let out a horrified cry, and his head dropped to his limb.
Oh little Orphan Alfie, see what pain you have caused?
See what could have been avoided, if you had just paused.
Little Orphan Alfie, was once a force so strong,
Now sat alone and bleeding, wishing his life would not be long.
Oh little Orphan Alfie, I relished in your pain
I still do, and always will your cries are my favorite game
Little Orphan Alfie I hope you wonder at night
Cause You deserved all I did, in fact everything has been set right.
Now I sit here, in this room of white
With my arms around myself holding tight.
Oh little Orphan Alfie, has come to claim his right
It's a shame to let the world go on, but the fires I did ignite.
Will blaze on in a sick distortion as I fade away
Every villain in every tale, always has to pay.
Now Off I go to a darkness so new, for the death I have been yearning
Down I'll fall, into the hell, oh beautiful fires burning.