Retribution

By Noahr93

((Author’s Note: Something I would like to point out is that this is not a ‘what if’ situation. This is a story to highlight the darker side of Michael’s Psyche. Naturally, this story contains graphic mental images and is a bit more demented than my normal stories. I want everyone to know that this is just a random thought that came to me one night. Normally I am not this crazy with my story ideas, this one just is. So yeah, don’t think me a nut for this. There are some more notes and cookies at the bottom so enjoy the story. –Noahr93))

“I think I’ll use the razors.” Michael thought to himself, selecting which instrument would be best for this case. He was in a small, damp, and barely lit room, the stench of blood hanging in the air like plague. The room was very basic, equipped with a speakerphone, rolling cart and file, and a tray with various utensils. On the wall, right below the flickering light bulb, a woman was strapped down with metal cuffs, unconscious at the moment. She had been stripped of her clothing and had a sock filled with salt duct taped to her mouth like a muzzle. Her long blond hair was matted and tangled with blood. Her once pristine body was now blemished with bruises, dirt staining her ivory skin. Full pink lips had been busted open from the many beatings she had received. “Perfection undone.” Michael mused happily, putting the razor he had selected into his coat pocket. “Wake up.” He demanded, throwing his fist into her jaw to reopen the wounds. He hit with such force that the sock split open in her mouth, salt pouring into every open wound. She awoke, and started to scream. He let her, to get it out of her system. She writhed and shrieked, trying to cover her nudity out of embarrassment. She failed, it was amusing. Eventually he grew tired of her screams and struck her once more. It only served to enrage her, but she quieted for a moment. “Kirai Grey.” He began, voice strong with the fury the possessed him. “Do you know why you are here?” She screamed once more in rage. “You are here to face judgment. A sentence that has been long coming and long delayed. Too long have you escaped the fate which you are destined. Too long have you acted without repercussion. Too long have you killed without thought. The dead demand retribution, and I will deliver it to them.” He moved the rolling cart next to the decrepit figure and opened the file to a list of names. “Recognize these?” He asked coldly, showing her the lengthy register. “These are your sins…Mark White, RCS employee, father to Thomas and John White.” As he read of the names off, he took Kirai’s razor and began to carve Mark’s name into her chest, then Thomas and John’s. She screamed out in agony again, though she was starting to lose her voice. Michael continued. “Elizabeth Lancaster, RCS Employee, sister to Emily Lancaster, wife to John Swift.” He craved their names in the same fashion as the others, feeling a sick pleasure in Kirai’s screams. He continued, for every name on the list and every family member. He cut into every part of her skin. Arm, leg, torso, face, all felt Michael’s fury with every slice of the blade. She drooled with nausea, it ran across her sweating body with ease, filling each cut with salt. When he was finished, she was bleeding profusely and approaching death. He inspected her closely, and decided that she had not learned her lesson yet. So he poured salt water on her body to clean her, then waved his hand over her skin, bathing her in a dull white light until each wound had been closed. Taking a deep breath, he cleaned off the razor and started again. “Mark White, RCS Employee…” And he mutilated her again, and again, and again. Until finally, he felt she had got the message. On his last round, he didn’t bother to heal her. Instead, he brought the razor up to her neck, which was still unmarked. “Look at that, I forgot someone.” Very lightly, as not to kill her just yet, he cut into the still white skin of the neck. “Emilio Barzini, Priest, friend of Michael Acconci.” And with a final bit of flair, he signed his name into her flesh, washing himself in the shriek that followed. “Rejoice Kirai!” He shouted to the whimpering mass on the wall. “Your retribution is nearly complete.” In frenzy, he dashed to the speakerphone and dialed the number for the RCS HQ. It rang for just a moment, before an arrogant voice answered the phone.

“Edward Grey speaking.” The man said, assuming this to be another call of little importance. Kirai tried to yell out to her husband, but it was to no avail.

“I told you that all men must face the consequences of their actions.” Michael started voice soft and full of malice. He doused Kirai in the salt water again, letting her scream fill the room like a could. He couldn't help but let out a demented laugh.

“What was that?” The man on the other end shouted, starting to panic.

“Edward Grey, this is your punishment.”

Michael strode over to Kirai’s body and ripped off the duct tape. She kept trying to talk. But she had used the last of her voice in that last scream, only broken whispers made it out of her mouth. He drew his sword and said a quick prayer for what he was about to do. With all the force he could muster, Michael brought the sword down onto Kirai’s neck, severing head from body. Blood started to spurt from the neck and hit Michael on the face. He simply licked it off and sheathed his sword. Walking to the phone, he hung up on the man and started out the door, into the fresh and open evening. It was a good night for a walk, he decided and so he went. As he looked up at the many stars that illuminated his steps, he smiled and said. “The dead sleep well tonight, and so will I.”

((Another Note: I swear I’m not crazy. It’s kinda short, but that was intentional, considering I wanted to get this up in a day. I may go back and revise it but only if I think it’s worth it. The point I’m trying to make in this story is that we as Roleplayers don’t think anything of the numerous non-roleplayed people that end up dead because of us. Asylum Guards, Employees, Random people on the street. So this was something out of the ordinary, where a character’s main motivation is to avenge the dead NPCs. Just something I thought would be interesting and fun to write. P.S, it was. So yeah, hope you enjoyed it. Also there are no cookies. Bait and switch FTW.))