Chapter 28: Shattered
(WARNING: This chapter contains material that is a violent and gory and is not suitable for children under the age of 13)
You have been Warned
I couldn't believe it, DeDe had slaughtered my people in a bloody massacre and now she had taken me and my dad as her prisoners. I was almost afraid to ask what she was going to do. I thought of asking her what she aimed to achieve but then I realized she'd just probably bring it back to the whole 'cleansing the world of the unholiest of beings' nonsense, so I just said.
"Dad?"
"That's right Zaí, old chum, you're people's precious leader and to a lesser extent your daddy has failed to protect his people." DeDe said menacingly "I know we have yet to succeed in eradicating your kind from existence as a rebel sub colony has gone into hiding underground, amongst them a couple dozen or so of your people, your wise elders, and the entire next generation of zombies. We still need to find that cell and crush them." she finished shaping her right hand into a fist.
"If anything, we're not the real monsters here, you are!" I said seriously.
"Au contraire Zaí. It's ancient history about who the villains are in this story, but moreso it is we who now have the power to put you on the run."
Once again, more pointless rambling. I wondered if she was ever going to get to the point! But then again I was in a cage. Sooo maybe it wasn't the time to be impatient.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have some loose ends to tie up, you two can enjoy each others company, while you still can..." she then exited the room.
"Zaí" my dad called me.
"Dad, how did this all happen?" I asked.
"After you left, your mother lead the rebel colony to safety underground, whilst I was on the frontlines of the assault. Let's just say it didn't end well, after massacring my troops the witches became more relentless than ever. So I made my escape and headed back to the house to load up on extra weapons to arm myself, your sisters weapons to be precise." he said shedding a tear, I was on the brink of tears as well, I always knew my dad favoured Zoë best but to lose her like that was nearly unbearable. "I thought I could still make it but when I went down into the basement to get my weapons before I could turn on the lights DeDe attacked me with a rag soaked in ether. One thing lead to another and I woke up here." he said finishing his tale.
"Oh brava commander! came the voice of DeDe who had reentered the room without our knowledge applauding sarcastically. "What a touching sentiment I almost cared, emphasis on "almost" she said in air quotes. "But I think we've had enough explaining and it's time for action!"
"What do you want with me and my daughter?" my dad asked her angrily.
"Oh General Zenon, you're so naïve, I think I stated several times I want your kind extinct, can ya get that through yer vinyl noggin'?" she said in a western accent.
"You won't get away with this, we may be down but we'll never surrender."
"Actually, I wasn't asking for your permission." she said menacingly. Suddenly she produced a shotgun from behind her back and took him out of the cage and over to a chair she then proceeded to tie him to with chains, she then approached my father only to point the gun at his knee. I saw he was ready to stand his ground. (Well technically he was sitting)
"Here we go, to win it all we need an answer to the #1 question: 'Where are the rebels hiding?!" she said talking like a game show host but her voice still remained menacing.
"I'll never talk." dad told her firmly.
"Wrong answer..." she fired the gun and blasted his kneecap.
"Aaaaahhhh!" he screamed in pain, I watched in horror and clasped my hand over my mouth in sheer shock.
"Now I think we understand each other, now where are they? tell me!" she screamed holding the gun to his opposite thigh.
"U-u-underground." technically it was true, but not enough for DeDe's liking. She fired the gun directly through his thigh.
"Aaaaaggghhh" he cried again. I held back tears like a dam holding water in a reservoir, but it wasn't holding up as good anymore.
"That tears it! No more missy nicey-nice!" she got out a jagged knife with a serrated edge, the kind used for steak. She jammed the knife through his thigh and dug into it attempting to slice it clean off!"
I can only look on in horror as I heard his pain screams of agony bellow through the lair and reverberate against the walls.
She dug the knife clean through his thigh slowly, making sure the jagged edge was leaving the deepest welt imaginable, and it was working because a pool of blood was on the floor and from a distance it looked black. That's never a good sign. She dug until his leg wasn't even on his body anymore it was dangling to his flesh by a tiny bone fragment that could easily be snapped like a narwhal tusk.
"Now, are you gonna talk, or am I gonna hafta go to stage 2." DeDe said clearly meaning business.
"Never" he said crying in pain "Kill me now, just end it all right now I can't take it anymore!"
Then DeDe said the most evil thing that anyone could ever say.
" if I killed you I wouldn't be able to watch you suffer..."
I couldn't help but bawl my eyes out, how could anyone be so heartless?
"Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way I'm gonna subject you to a few more torturous experiences to unleash before I'm satisfied with your pain." She then produced a buzzsaw from her pocket and switched it on letting it whir.
"Final warning: Tell me exactly where your pathetic excuse for a species are NOW."
I awaited in suspense.
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"No." was his final answer.
"Slice knowing ya."
She then jammed the buzzsaw into hos face and began to cut his face off as a plethora of deep red blood came erupting out of his face. I heard his screams of agony as she moved the blade from his cheek to his forehead and continued clockwise until his face was sliced off like a slice of lunch meat!
I tried to look away by burying my face in my hands, but I couldn't even get my mind off of it because of his blood curdling scream.
Finally the room fell silent, I looked up and held back tears, my father was now a faceless corpse laying motionless on the concrete floor in a pool of his own hemoglobin laced bodily liquid.
DeDe turned off the buzzsaw and held it in one hand in the other hand she held the cut off face of our once proud general. She then preceded to lick the blood out of his face! And enjoying it!
"Mmm, it's high in iron." she said. "Now pay close attention Zaí, I'm gonna need a spotter for the seventh inning stretch.
"What?" I said as perplexed as ever.
DeDe then picked up a large sledgehammer and held it over my dads skull.
"Bottom of the ninth, thousands dead, here is the wind up, And the PITCH!"
She brought down the hammer right on top of his skull smashing it open like it was a watermelon!
Blood exploded everywhere like a geyser.
"Woohoo! it's a long drive!"
"Enough! Enough! Please just stop!" I cried in misery.
"No way, if it means I get to watch you suffer I'll keep doing it till the cows come home."
DeDe then left the room dragging dads corpse out with her before stopping dead in her tracks.
"You know what? it would be pretty cruel of me to leave you without so much as a Momento to remember your dead heap of a father by." she then tore off one of his hands and threw it at me, it landed inside the bars of the cage.
"Consider it a little parting gift. Enjoy! she said leaving the room, leaving a bloody trail behind her.
Only now I could see the kind of person DeDe had truly become.
A monster.
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(Well was that the gruesomest thing you've ever read or what? Don't worry the next chapter will be more on the brighter side of the spectrum and we'll be getting back to kickass Misery. If I get a few more reviews I might get the next chapter out quicker.)