História Contos da Meia-Noite - Sweet Revenge

Cleck. Cleck. Cleck. Everytime that the water linked from the cane and met with the metal tray from the corner of the room. That tiny room, different from what you may think, remembers me death. This is the place where hell originated. And I am not saying in a biblical way, if there is God indeed, but if you look as a catholic, when there is heaven, there is hell. Don’t take me in the wrong way. I was born and raised in a catholic family and we were apparently happy. Maybe that was the problem. Not the happy, but what it represented, what it did to mine family. What they did to me. 

    I remember little things. When the virus first started to spread. The panic.The news saying that is just a misunderstanding and this “virus” was for our own protection. “Our country needed it!”, they said. Comic, if not tragic. It didn’t take much longer before somebody linked this substance. I don’t know how this spread, but it did really fast. The velocity of the symptoms was more than enough to create a caos. That was a catastrofic. Televisions and phone were cut off and maddened people went crazy on the streets. 

    At first, the virus spreads in the air, affecting people’s brain as fast and deteriorating as it could get. You must be asking yourself how was I not affected. Well, I never left the house. I would look through the windows the horrors that people could do to each other. It looked like a bad horror movie, if you ask me. Although I was a bad horror movie, the fear of those people breaking into my house was getting bigger.

    However, what I didn’t expect was what actually happened. The people who broke into my home wasn’t mad or crazy (at least that’s what I thought), on the contrary, they were wearing white clothes which would cover their entire body, plus a mask. It looked like Chernobyl type of thing, if you know what I mean. The funny thing about all of this is that I never thought living in this kind of movie. But it became true.

    The weird people who broke in weirdly knew my parents and my beloved family did not fight back when they took me, throwing me inside a minivan. Feeling completely alone was not the biggest concern, because as soon as I felt a sting on my left warm, everything became blurry. My strength was fading away.

    “What…” I couldn’t finish. My world was spinning. I tried to close my eyes for a second to see if could do any good, but no. Before I met darkness, the only thing I heard was:

    “ Let Loehim know” He said “His first patient is on the way”.

    That’s how it began to me. I lost track of time about how long I have been here. The only constant is that every day, some hour, one dosage. The first dose almost fried my brain along with my entire body. My skin have a lot of scars from the burns that happened inside out. But with all of that going on, they still kept going. Maybe the fact that I was still alive made them continue with those experiments. 

    After the body burned, the second doce caused my body to frozen for complete. I could feel the cold flowing through my veins, paralyzing, atrophying every muscle of my body. The sensation was indescribable. I wanted to scream in pain, break the chains that was locking me up on that white doctor chair, but I couldn’t. Nothing could be done. I was physically dead. At first, I could feel my muscles fight against the stunt, writhing constantly, causing one of the biggest pains I have ever felt. 

    While that was happening, the white ones just kept there, watching, making notes on some clipboard. They were writing the results, I guess.

But then, when I thought I could not get worse, the third dose came along. When one of the white one brought the syringe, I started to panic. What are they going to do to me now? Why they don’t talk to me? Did they know that I was conscious, right?

“What is in that, Eziquiel?” One of them asked. I almost felt a relief.

“ The Substance A”.

“Substance A!?” Said the same who asked, incredulous. “We watched what happened with Tom! This could sign our death!”

“Don’t be such a pussy, Fred.”  Laughed, Eziquiel. “Women are more resilient than men. It will work just fine.” I try to move my eyes, but I was frozen. I am going to die, am I? “The worst thing that could happen is getting more hairy.”

Both laughed. I wanted to cry, move, run away from there, but nothing worked. I held my breath as soon as the thick liquid broke into my veins, which were stunted as the rest of my body. It burned. I could hear the machine that was huck up on me go insane because of my heart beats. My bones started to expand, increasing their size, slashing my skin. My entire body was becoming deformed. I was becoming a monster, growing bigger every second. My shoulder would snap constantly pressuring my head. I could feel the skin of my face let go from my face muscle and bone. My mouth, which was closed all this time, was forced to open because my teeth were getting bigger and sharper. It would fit inside my mouth and I could feel my lips tear a little.

I wanted to cry. That was a fact. Why were they turning me to this? What all these tests mean? Why me?

The moment I got bigger, my body, which at first was completely frozen, when was injected with Substance A, not just started to move again, but broke the chains that kept me locked up on that chair. I tried to move my head side to side, but when my ears touched my shoulder, my heart skip beat. I was horrendous. I didn’t even need to look at the mirror to confirm that. The white ones reacted just fine. 

Turning my body, carefully, I jumped from the chair, touching my feet on the cold floor but also hit my head in the chandelier. I started it, trying to cover the light from it with my hands, but the moment that I looked my hands. My fingers were big, asymmetric, my nails looked like they were rotten for months.The panic, which, took over my body made a gasp of air ripped my throat.I screamed. What have they done to me!?

I stared at them, completely unsettled the second that I saw one of them writing on the clipboard. Rage started to grew, bubbling in my stomach. Walking towards him slowly made me realize how sweet can revenge be. At the moment he saw me stand in front of him, I smiled inside. It didn’t take much for him to try to run, but with one hand, I grabbed his neck. He fought, like a coward, as I would say, and man, that made me feel good. It was a extreme amount of pleasure seeing him suffering. That kind of pleasure that made my throat and gum scratch. 

Before he could try to yell for help, I started to open my mouth. I have to say that it impressed me, how much can my month expand. I couldn’t help it. It was instinctive and I was hungry. Really hungry. The moment that my mouth closed on his head and made a tiny pressure, i could hear his scalp breaking, his skin ripping and the blood oozing. It was divine, I got to say. Not the blood, the power, revenge.

When the body was no longer useful to me, i dropped, listening the body meeting to the pool of blood on the floor. Was there another one, wasn’t there?

Fear is a really flashy odor to an animal like me.The whispers and altered breathing were, if I may say, funny. I wish I could asked “Where are you?” like in those horror movies, but my deformations wouldn’t let me communicate at this point. Walking toward the other direction I noticed my foot slip a bit because of the blood. It was not nice, but It is what It is.

I knew where the last white man was. The room was way too small for him to hide and he could only leave if he delivered that clipboard to a tiny plastic hole on the door. Since he does not have that… Oh, well. His hiding spot was dark, but with this transformation i could see much better. That was something to add on the clipboard!

And there he was. Shaking hiding behind the white cabinet. Pathetic. On the minute he saw me, somehow he created the gut to run to the other side of the room, which had a bit red bottom, classy I must say. Emergency. It didn’t take long to the loud noise shake the walls and burn my brain. God damn it! I ran to him the best way i could on the form and before I could lead my finger on him, he gagged.

“They are coming!” Yelled at my face. I want to laugh really, but I couldn’t. I just analyzed him, his despair and wasting no more time, my nail, which were sharped and disgusting, went through his neck, ripping every parto that consisted that area. 

The blood that splashed on the wall was a warning. A warning to those who were coming. I will be here, waiting. I will be here, to kill every single one of you.

And, if you that are reading this, somehow, contributed to this end, just know: I won't be going anywhere until you are all gone. You will pay for what you did to me.