It was evening when they dropped stool on my head. The waste's smell made my face contort in agony, my eyes stung. I got sick that week, probably caught something from horrid… They all need to die, my revenge was simple. I would burn their homes, skin their parents, and gift them boxes wrapped in parent paper. Funny, ain't it? Their games seemed to make them laugh so much, so why not do the same.
"Hello Leto, how are you?" I asked Leto, one of the ones who loved to drown me in his urine. Whispering in his ear as I stepped over his chained up body was soothing. Stuffing his mouth with his father's severed cock was a nice touch. Watching him choke left me in tears. It was odd though, I thought Leto loved this stuff, so why is he crying too. I'm the one suffering, here I am having to relive the horrors placed on me. Well, it is what it is, as they say. In the evening I gifted Leto's mother a box with Leto stuffed inside. I would have loved to see her face, ah the twisted face of a horrible mother. Sadly I turned Leto into a bomb, how else am I going to gift my other associates if I die too early.
Five more, just five more. They smell freshly cleaned skin made Mint's sister Pepper that much more delectable. She always had a foul mouth around me, so I decided to wash the filth with the same soap she used on her body. Taking a tube I stuffed in the only hole closest to her intestines, allowed me to fill her up with lovely soap water. Oh how her insides smelled so very nice. Nothing like the sludge she used to spout at me. My dear friend Mint sadly arrived, interrupting our bathing time. So I gifted him a pipe to the head, I wasn't sure if he was dead or not. It didn't matter to me much, for he was a good boy, I would only tear his sister apart and no one else in their family. She should be lucky to have such a loving brother. If only she were so loving. After jamming her into jars, I quickly heated them in a boiling bath. Pasteurizing wasn't common on the island, but I felt it was necessary for longevity.
The next two on my list were brothers of the Nine Accords, a small-time gang under Fachtna, a fearsome individual. Sadly for these brothers, they seem to forget who mine is.
"Hello twins," I said in the back seat of their car. As Ban drove I could hear the skipping of his, "don't crash now."
"How the hell! Judar, where'd you come from?" Lan shouted.
"I'm just here for a ride home, care to help a friend?"
"Ban, stop the car, this…Ban?"
"I-I can't, my body is frozen."
"What?"
"Ah, that was me. Sorry, I put a mild numbing agent on your back. Hope you don't mind." I helped them understand that this is where we would all die.
"This fucker…ah my arms," Lan slumped back into his seat, his jaw going slack.
"Ah, that was me as well. I put a paralysis agent in your food early." His eyes questioned everything, but I wasn't so inclined to answer. "Hopefully your ears are still working for both of you. These are the final moments of us all. So let us turn up the radio and enjoy." In a blaze of glory we went. Sadly I came out of it unscathed. My grin was the brightest it had been in a long time. This must be joy.
My final prey was sitting in our bedroom. Hoyes, my brother. It took a long time for me to learn, but he was the one to orchestrate it all. For how many years have I been put through this constant torture, shit on my face every day for three years.
"How could you?" I asked him as I had him tied to our bed.
"Hmm, another dud. How disappointing."
"Answer me!"
"Judar, you are being irrational. Calm yourself."
"You!" I had stabbed him as many times as I could, but he still spoke with clarity.
"Judar, my dearest brother, quell your anger. It is directed poorly."
"Shut your mouth, die!"
"So sad. I suppose I will enact my plans a little earlier than I thought."
There I was sitting at my desk, was it perhaps a year, maybe two. How long have I been here? Figures come and go, but I stay, like a dream I forget. Who am I? Judar they call me, but it resonates very little with me. What am I? Cubes dot my vision, I can hardly walk in a straight line. I look beside me, to the window on the left. Black, flat black with no depth. Where was I?