PIETRO GIACOMETTI
I whistled a sweet tune, pulling off the satin clothing that covered the tools on the cart. I let the clothe drop to the floor before running my fingers on to the tools, loving the coolness of the metals.
“What do we have here?” I picked up the glinting butcher’s knife.
“Shall we butcher his fingers? Or would his toes do instead?” I asked the audience who looked confused as to if they were supposed to answer or not. But they stayed quiet.
Right decision.
“I think we should go for his fingers first.” I dropped the butcher’s knife and picked up the axe.
“Oh, this is one of my favourite. I don’t want our star performer to die on us, though so I won’t be using this on him. Let’s see…”
“Right. I will be using this on whosoever in the audience that makes an unsolicited noise.” I grinned and saw the fear flash on their faces.
“Oh, don’t be scared. I am just saying. You all are not going to go against the rules, definitely. Right?” I dropped the axe and picked up a flame thrower.
“It’s been a while since I used this but I am definitely using it tonight. It will be such an amazing show… so many tools and such a brilliant performer.” I grabbed the butcher’s knife and moved over to where Trien was, groaning and crawling away from me desperately.
“Where the hell do you think you are going to?” I stepped my shoe on his ankle.
He screamed, hitting the floor with his fist.
“Please! Please! I will apologise to her! I… I will never do such to her again! Please!” He begged, trying to get his ankle away from my shoe.
“Of course, you will never do such again. None of you will ever do such again.” I grinned at the audience who looked even more scared by my grin.
I moved to his head and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back then I took the butcher’s knife to his neck and his breath hitched, with him sobbing at the same time.
I looked at my audience, studying each of their expressions. Shitless scared.
“It would be so exciting to just slit his neck and watch the blood gush out, don’t you all agree? It’s always so thrilling to see that happen but unfortunately, we can’t do that yet.”
I moved the butcher’s knife down to his arm, trailing it down to his hand. He fisted his hands, covering up his fingers and began struggling badly.
“Let go of me! Let go of me!! Please!!” He screamed as he bucked badly.
He reached his free hand to me, to get me off him and his fingers scratched my neck in his struggle attempts.
I hissed in annoyance. Caily wouldn’t like me getting scratched. I let the knife down to his fisted hand.
“Aaaaaargggghh!!!” He screamed loudly, releasing his bleeding hand from the fist. His struggles turned wilder but it didn’t stop me from butchering his fingers and hand.
I slammed the knife down his hand over and over again, feeling warm blood splatter on my face and hands as he struggled endlessly to get me off him.
“You fucking useless asshole!” I growled in anger, slamming the knife down so hard that it got stuck on the stage podium.
“Argh!” I groaned, turning him over as I pulled the knife out with a little more effort.
I was consumed by my rage, the image of Caily’s bruised face flashing in my head. And I thoughtlessly raised the butcher with the sole attempt of splitting his skull.
“Aaaarggg!!” I growled in anger, unable to do it. Just. Not. Fucking. Yet.
I threw the butcher’s knife off, let go of the bastard and got up on my feet.
I shut my eyes, gulped down hard and tried to contain my anger. Nothing seemed to be working for a while but as I thought back to Caily smiling while calling my name, I felt my anger subsided.
I opened my eyes and looked at the audience with a smile that sharply contrasted the wild, rage look I had on a few seconds ago.
“My dear esteemed audience, I hope you are loving the show as much as I and the performer are very clearly enjoying entertaining you.”
“Now, we have only just started and you all have not been doing a very good job keeping quiet, have you?” I moved to the tray, grabbed a wet cloth and wiped the blood off my hands.
“While I was busy with our performer, I could hear shrieks and cries. You were supposed to be completely quiet. Just be quiet and you will get to go home peacefully but now that you have broken the rules, it is no longer my fault that you all do not get to go home.” I shook my head lightly and grabbed the axe.
I swung the axe and looked at the petrified audience. Most of them had tears rolling down their cheeks while they tried hard to keep their cries in check.
“But…” I dropped the axe.
“It isn’t easy to just point out which of you were making the noise and I always follow my own rules. So, we are going to wait until the show is over and we are going to go over the footage and with that, we can ascertain for sure. Transparency is a very good policy.” I patted the axe gently.
Next, I picked up the flame thrower gun but I dropped it right after examining it for a few seconds.
“Let’s give our performer a chance to live, shall we?” I picked a dagger and moved over to where he was lying, hopeless and devastated.
One thing I loved doing to my victims? Giving them hope when they were hopeless. It was always so fun to watch them become hopeful that they were going to survive and it was even more fun to see the looks on their faces when I snatched that false hope away from them.
I moved the dagger to his foot and very slowly unsheathed the dagger.
I held it to the sharp edge of the dagger to his foot and I slowly tore through his sole.
He writhed and groaned, bucking in pain. And after a few seconds of causing the slight pain to his foot, I pulled away.
“Fine. You made a mistake with Caily. You will never do such again. You know better now than to ever hit her or any other woman in fact. So I am going to let you live…”
Bingo!
That look of hope on his face was so hilarious, I could almost laugh.
“However, this will be the simple condition. You will be given 20 seconds to get off this stage. If you get off in 20 seconds, you will be allowed to live. But if you don’t? You are definitely dying here. And yea, I know you are staring at the knife in my hand but don’t worry, I will not use this knife on you in the next 20 seconds.”
“And you, the audience, you are allowed to cheer him up. Your time…”
“Starts now.”
I watched as he desperately tried to get himself up to his hurting feet. He groaned in pains and spent eight seconds getting up to his feet.
“Cheer him the fuck up!” I yelled and the audience immediately began to do so.
“Mr. Trien! Mr. Trien! You can do this! Quickly! You can survive!” They shouted and yelled as the bastard ran, even on his hurting foot.
The urge to survive was one crazy urge, honestly.
He was almost off the stage and he still had five seconds to go.
My face pulled into a grim look as I grabbed the gun and shot at his left leg.
“Aaaargh!!” He screamed, crashing down to the floor.
“Oops!” I faked a gasp and dropped the gun.
I cackled as I walked over to him.
“Too bad, Trien. I really wanted to let you live but your 20 seconds are over and you are still on the stage. You must want to keep performing so badly for you to still be on the stage even when you had a chance to live.”
The hope was drained from his face when I looked at his bloody face. I diverted my gaze to the audience.
“Our star performer here is so clearly devoted to entertaining you, isn’t he?”
“You… you said you weren’t going to hurt me in 20 seconds.” The wuss sobbed pathetically.
“I said I wasn’t going to hurt you WITH THE KNIFE. And I didn’t, did I? I said nothing about the gun though.”
“You… You are a monster, a devil!”
“I get that a lot.” I replied him and grabbed him by the hair.
I whistled as I dragged him by the hair back to the middle of the stage. I let him go at the middle of the stage.
“Ah, my kind kind heart.” I sighed, moving to the tray and grabbing the flamethrower.
“I tried to let him go but even that didn’t work out.” I feigned another sad sigh and cocked the flamethrower gun.
I pulled it on and directed the flame to his chest.
The man who seemed like he had lost all his strength earlier suddenly screamed with new found energy.
I could hear whimpers behind me while I burnt our star performer. He tried crawling away but in his state, I only had to casually walk after him to keep him burning.
After a while, he stopped struggling completely and that was when I stopped the flames.
I dropped the flamethrower on the floor, staring at his burnt body. I moved back to where the butcher’s knife laid. I picked it up and approached his half burnt body.
“Watch this properly, lovers of our show. Just as you watched him hit Caily.”
I knew he would not last for much longer even if I didn’t touch him anymore but I still had to do this.
I went down on my knees beside his half burnt body and I raised the knife up, studied my audience carefully and then let it down, putting an end to the bastard.
I let out a heavy breath of relief. I felt so much lighter now that he no longer had any breathe in him.
I left the knife stuck in his neck and got up to my feet with a small grin on my face as I stepped forward, right in the middle of the stage.
“My beautiful audience, I hope you all enjoyed this wonderful show.”