Play Time

[Harzina]

Sitting outside on his roof he was trying to figure out what he wanted to do next to amuse him.


"I can't play on the pool table I still have to get the stains out. Damn impatience!"

   
The last time he played he was so excited he forgot that he hadn't put down the sealer yet. He wondered which toy he was going to play with next and where to play with it. Every new idea that popped into his head he dismissed. All were to boring or he had already played with. With no new ideas he headed downstairs to clean up the pool table.


"How long has it been since I played pool?"

   
He wondered about playthings and the pool table and what to eat for dinner as he scrubbed the deep red spots out of the green upholstery. The once clean bucket of water was a bright brownish red by the time he was done. He walked up stair with the sloshing bucket and put it down next to his stove. The little black stove had seen so many uses. He loved to cook. He grabbed a pot out from under the cabinet and set it on the largest burner and filled it with the water from the bucket. He turned the burner on to high and sat and watched as it hit a low boil. He then began adding a few seasonings. When he was satisfied with what he had created he went back down to the basement.
   
He walked into his meats freezer, which was his favorite place outside of the kitchen. Its stainless steel interior was spotless. He reached for a thigh and then thought about it. He pulled his hand back and began looking for a rack of ribs. He found one the perfect size. He always loved fresh meat. He walked back upstairs to the kitchen and pulled out a cutting board and put it on the granite countertop and began cutting the ribs apart. With each rib separated he would plop into the mixture that was now steadily boiling. The ribs now smelled utterly delicious, to him at least.
   
He stepped back outside from his working on dinner and brought in a lungful of dewy morning air. It was still dark but dawn was coming and he could see the purplish tints in the sky. After being sated by the morning air he went back inside to get ready for work. He worked in a slaughterhouse. Even though all he wanted to do was play he still needed money and this was the closest thing he could find to his twisted sense of 'play'.
   
Today was the day he got to give a class of science students a showing of how to slaughter and butcher an animal. For the student he had picked out the best cattle in the house. It was a heifer recently received from a foreclosing farm. This one had been named Nessy. Nessy would be nice and tender because she had been raised as if she was a pet and she was still very young.
   
As the student began filling in he got his air gun ready. The air gun was just a small metal rod that had a small metal cone inside. The rod was attached to an air canister. The cone inside would be shot at a very high speed into the cow’s forehead instantly killing it.
   
When the last student was behind the glass barrier he put the rod between the unsuspecting cattle's eyes and turned on the air pressure with a sickening crack the cattle was dead. It toppled over to the ground. This was where the fun started; although he preferred live butchering the students were far to young to see that.

He called a couple of the students into help him lift the heifer onto the table.
   
   With his assortment of 'toys' and devices he deftly split open the heifers side with the nearest knife. He turned and watched to see the horrified faces on the girls it was always amusing. Although to his surprise one of the girls in the back wasn't terrified at all she just stood there watching him. Her eyes followed him even as he walked quickly over to the glass wall. He yelled through the glass for everyone to come out. The girls in the group slowly inched forward but stopped at least 2 yards away. Again, the girl showed much fascination and moved almost directly next to him. She was standing there next to him watching the blood rivulets form on the white skin of the cow and then turned her attention to the many knives he had set up on the table.

He leaned over and asked, "Do you want to give it a try?"

   Her eyes seemed to brighten and she shook her head vigorously. He briefly explained where to cut and how to cut and said,

"Just don't cut any of those pretty fingers."


   She immediately got to work and with every cut it seemed as if she has been butchering cattle for years. Each cut was skillful and well made. He began to look at her with great awe. After finished with the main parts she grabbed for the hand saw and slowly cut the ribs from the spine. Not nicking the spine or any other bones. By the time she was finished cutting the heifer apart all that was left was a few bones and a hulking pile of meat on the side table.
   As she finished she wiped her hands on the nearest awe-struck boy's smock. Her classmates began clapping but then they slowly backed away as she went back to her spot in the back. He wondered how this girl had such talent but she was at the most fifteen. It had taken him many years to master the art of butchering.
   As he got home from a long day at work thinking about that girl he looked up in disgust at his white-shingled black roofed house. It was identical to every other house on the street. As he walked through the oak door he thought too himself, "I have a new toy!"

[NicTei]

No problem.

*sits and waits for epilogue*

[Harzina]

I'm sorry for this wait... I haven't had much computer time recently. I will be able to be on the computer for an extended period of time tonight so it will be posted tonight! Again, I am so so so so so sorry!

[Chinaren]

And so you should be! 

[Saint]

DW, Harzina! As long as we get it, we Tomeians can be very patient. Take too long though, and we turn. We have sticks you know!

[NicTei]

That and my deadly spoiler boxes...

[Saint]

Ah yes, the old Spoil 'n' Slap.

[spoiler=Hey, Nic, C'mere]
[/spoiler]

[NicTei]

*twitchy eye*

[spoiler=Saint...] KEEP THIS ON TOPIC!!! [/spoiler]

[Saint]

On topic from now on, I swear. Say, Harzina, how late into tonight are you gonna be able to post this? I need to be in bed soon; it's ten to one in the morning here...

[Harzina]

I'm sorry Saint that I couldn't post it earlier. I had an FFA meeting to go to, in the pouring rain and lightening. I am posting now! Sorry but it is a little short.

Epilogue

   Laying behind the box she heard her father smashing boxes to find her. "Sylvi!", yelled her father after each crunch of a box. His voice was getting closer. Sylvi was breaking out into cold sweats. Her body was having massive tremors and her breath came in ragged gasps. Crunch. Her refuge smashed to bits with just one foot. She looked up into her fathers eyes for the man that he once was, the man she new as a child; kind, caring, loving. All she found was malice, and the intent to have a new piece of meat.
   As she stared into his eyes, in frozen horror, he brought the cold, sticky blade to her face. The tip began gouging a jagged line down her face, the pain became so unbearable that she felt herself falling unconscious. Her throat felt ragged but didn't know if she had been screaming. The blade continued down until it reached her jaw. Without a blink he brought the knife down in a large arc across her neck. Blood poured out and Sylvi fell to the ground. Her father quickly grabbed her by the hair and slid her onto the metal table, not bothering to fasten her down this time. With the still bloodied knife her removed every piece of meat until Sylvi was no longer distinguishable as a human. Her torn face sat on the floor in a pile of scraps staring up at her father. Life had stopped for her.
   Life for Sylvi's father would go on as usual. He would call the police in a day and report Sylvi missing; but before he did that he would clean up the blood and mess, replacing human cuts of meat with the normal meat, that he always kept in the back for emergencies. The police would search for her body maybe a week or two, no evidence would be found. Every bit of her sold slowly to customers and eaten.
   The little shop in the middle of town would run like it normally had. Her father would begin hunting outside of town to reduce any chance of him being caught. He might believe that no one knew of what he did but the ever watching eyes have seen what he did and will, eventually, do and when the time is right he will be served his justice. Until then, life will go on with just one less person.

[Saint]

breathe came in ragged gasps.

Breath. Breathe is when it's used as a verb.

refugesmashed

refuge smashed: Missed your space.

She looked up into her fathers eyes, for the main that he once was, the man she new as a child; kind caring loving, all she found was malice and the intent to have a new piece of meat.

The commas here need to be sorted.

She looked up into her fathers eyes for the man that he once was, the man she new as a child; kind, caring, loving. All she found was malice, and the intent to have a new piece of meat.

cold sticky blade

When using more than on adjective on a single noun, you need comma separating them.

   Her father would find a new wife and move, trying to use thechange of locale as coping but in reality it would be to keep him from ever being discovered.

This all seems a bit much just to get two new cuts of meat. Where's his profit in this? Yeah, you say he moves to escape the blame, but you also say he'll get away with it anyway. Realistically, he's moving to get meat from new humans. Even an escaped mental patient with the mental capacity of a deceased flea wouldn't be that stupid.

[NicTei]

I love happy endings!

[Harzina]

Thank you Saint! I have gone back and fixed everything. I am going to read through it a couple of more times and then go back through the rest of it and check again. Thank you to everyone on this site it has really helped me alot!

[Saint]

I love happy endings!

Don't we all?