Dark Confessions...

Where do I begin?

Probably be best to tell you a bit about myself, I suppose… My name is Reggie and I own a scrap-yard that adjoins an abandoned industrial estate. I’ve always got by in my trade, people pay me to take their crappy old cars, appliances, computers, TVs, etc, others pay me to cannibalise them for spare parts. An amicable arrangement that suits everyone involved and if I make a bit of extra cash in the meantime, then all the better… Life was sweet…

I’m a simple man with simple needs and those needs were met, I wanted for nothing. I’d even built a garden area behind the yard, fenced off, unseen and unknown to the world. It gave me pleasure; it made me so proud that I could create something so beautiful in a place as desolate as this… Even had two Alsatians, Jerry and Trixie, they were house dogs but they also made for a good deterrent to anyone thinking of breaking in and nobody ever did… My life was ideal…

Until one day, a gang of kids… Now I say a gang, not really sure what constitutes a gang… There were actually four of them, late teens/early twenties in age, started hanging around. I could tell they were trouble from the off. Sitting around, drinking beers, shooting up, yep, they were trouble alright. Not worth the flesh they were printed on, when they weren’t spaced out or drunk, they were destroying stuff for kicks, drove my dogs crazy. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate people, I’m just not a mixing it up kind of guy, like my own company, don’t bother anyone and they don’t bother me. But when people start messing with me, messing with my things, messing with my life, something’s got to be done…

It started with them throwing stones at the yard, busting up car windows… I let it go… Figured, they’ll get bored, they’ll move on… I was wrong, it escalated… Started throwing stones at my dogs, wounded them, evil little fuckers, that’s when it became personal… See, like I say, I don’t mix with people too well, my dogs are like my kids and these viscous little bastards were hurting them… Called the police, they weren’t interested… Kids throwing stones at a scrap-yard, why would they be?

I bought a gun, planned on using it too… Caught one of the fuckers breaking into the yard, his mistake really… I know this yard… every car, every gap, every hiding place…
I let him get nice and cosy in a maze of derelict cars, then took him out with crowbar to the back of the skull… Killed him outright… Didn’t mean too, but shit happens right?
I was sick to my stomach… I dropped the crowbar and threw up on the ground beside me… I’ve never so much as trapped a rat… I can’t go down for this, it was an accident…
I had to think…

It’s amazing how fast your mind works in an emergency…
I quickly dragged him into the house and through to the bathroom, dumping him in the tub…
I stripped off his clothes and began running the water, while I nipped out to the tool shed for a hacksaw… I returned to find the bath half full. So I turned off the taps and with trembling hands, picked up the hacksaw. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, desperately trying to wish it all away… Everything had suddenly gotten so real, there was no turning back, I’d come this far so all I could do was go on… I took a deep breath, gripped the hacksaw tightly and clenched my teeth together… I grabbed his arm with my left hand to hold it steady and began sawing into his shoulder with the saw in my right hand. My stomach turned over at the first sight of blood as the jagged teeth tore into the flesh, almost like I was doing it to myself. The grind of the saw on bone was sickening and I hurled into the bath beside him… But I had to go on, there was no turning back now, gut wrenching as it was…

Blood poured from the open wound, diluting into the water around him… Next, I gripped his hair and sawed off his head from the back of his neck, which strangely made him seem less human without a face to look at. But I was as sick as a dog, as his apophyges had made sick, slurping, gurgling noises as it tore in two. After that, it got easier with each limb I sawed off. I pulled the plug out of the bath and began to run the shower, sadly the blood to water ratio had shifted in mass and needed cleaning before it stained. After all, I still had to shower here…

When I was left with the torso and assorted limbs, I took my meat knife and slit from the groin to the ribcage and hollowed out the corpse of organs, washing away the blood with the showerhead. I then began stripping the flesh from the bones with my knife; I just imagined I was stripping meat joints, made it a lot easier to bear.

I then, sawed up all the bones, cracking the ribs from the spine and sternum, stacking them to one side of the bath, while I loaded the joints and organs into 2 large plastic boxes. I took them downstairs to the kitchen, stacking them next to the meat grinder as I prepped it for the task ahead.
Oh, God… How had it come to this?

I set up a third plastic box to gather the mince as it fell, and proceeded to grind the flesh to mulch. I gave the dogs a bone each and left them gnaw to their hearts content, while I loaded the mince boxes onto my wheelbarrow and took them to my garden area. Then by the shovel full, I dug him into the earth, using the fork to thoroughly mix mince and mud to one. ‘If nothing else, he’ll make good fertilizer’ I joked to myself in an effort to keep it together and get on with job at hand. I sprayed the boxes out with my garden hose over the earth before loading them back onto the wheelbarrow. I’d frozen the bones in the chest freezer, pulling a few out each day for the Jerry and Trixie. The skull, I’d boiled and sprayed with resin to make it look false and sold it on ebay as a fragile collectable for fifty three bucks by the time the bidding stopped. After all, money is money and they owe me for damages and vet bills.

A few weeks passed, the police came by asking a lot of questions, looking into a missing person’s case. It was dropped soon enough though… Junky kid, always in trouble, they go missing all the time, glad to see the back of them mostly and this was no exception… I’d gotten away with it… You see, I was always brought up to be polite and have respect for authority figures; particularly officers of the law, so playing up to them had been easy. It had even given me a thrill that Jerry and Trixie were crunching down on the last of the said missing person as I saw the policemen out.

It niggled me though; that they take the time to investigate that little prick going missing but were powerless to do anything about the ongoing harassment I was still getting from his consorts.
Bloody typical…

But it turned out that their downfall would be of their own making…
They’d gotten into the habit of not only throwing stones at my property but also at passing vehicles too. No one ever stopped, people were just afraid to challenge them for fear of car jacking or worse and so it continued. Until one night, a truck was passing through… I watched the whole thing from my upstairs window.

The fucking idiots had stood in the middle of the road, all throwing stones at the front of the truck, bouncing off the windscreen and grille. The driver sounded his horn a number of times before swerving under the onslaught, catching one of them with his left bumper, knocking him over and dragging him under the front wheel. I could hear his screams above the roar of the engine, silenced only by the crack of his skull under the tyre. His whole body, a broken, mangled, bloody mess as he was crushed flat into the road by the sheer weight of the truck.

It then veered into a telegraph pole and three things happened at once. The driver launched into the windscreen, breaking his face as the glass shattered on impact, one of the two remaining pricks ran toward the truck and the telegraph pole broke in half and crashed down on the back of the tanker the truck had been ferrying. The resulting chaos that ensued happened so quickly, the tanker sprung a leak, spraying liquid nitrogen all over the prick running toward the truck. He froze instantaneously and shattered to pieces as he hit the ground due to the force of the spray.

The last of them, I saw making a break for it, the cheeky fucker was climbing over my fence into the yard. Trixie came charging out of the house, barking and growling. He picked up a wrench and hit her hard with it, there was a sickening crack as she yelped and fell to the ground unmoving. My heart missed a beat… My Trixie… My baby…
I vowed he would not see tomorrow as I bit back the tears.

I ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, grabbed my gun, loaded it, cocked it and went to confront him. I found him out by the tool shed; he saw me and held the wrench up threateningly. ‘I don’t want any trouble, man. I just want to get outta here’
I smiled and shot his right knee cap, he dropped like a sack of spuds to the ground. I then strode up to him and kicked him hard in the stomach, he winced through strained breath.
‘You don’t want trouble? Well I’m afraid you’ve found it, friend’

I quickly went to the tool shed, grabbed some rope and trust him up like a prize cow.
Next, I went to Trixie and scooped her lifeless corpse up in my arms and cried into her soft fur as I brought her to him; make him see what he’d done… I gently laid her down before him… ‘You wanna fuck with me? You wanna fuck with my life? Now you fuck with my Trixie… I’m all out of mercy friend, now you pay’
He stayed silent but fearful of my threat.

I then left the yard, ran over to the truck and climbed into the cabin to check on the driver… Dead!!!
I shook my head ‘Poor bastard, another victim at the hands of these pricks.’
I quickly rummaged about in the back and found some thermos containers for storing small amounts of liquid nitrogen with other various safety equipment and garments. An idea began to form in my mind, that last prick would suffer for killing Trixie. Oh he’d pay!!!

I took the containers around to the back of the truck; it wasn’t spraying so much as pouring out now. So I put on the safety gloves, mask and overcoat and quickly filled two bucket sized containers, attached the lids and headed back to Trixie’s killer… Fun Time!!!

It didn’t look like he’d moved while I’d been away, so I put down the containers and dragged him into the work area of the tool shed and tied him up to a dining chair stored there. Surprisingly, he didn’t put up too much of a fight, figured he must have gone into shock after I shot his kneecap. I tied his wrists to the chair arms, ankles to the chair legs, then another rope over the back of his neck, under his arms, crossed at the back of the chair and looped back around the front across his chest and tied it off at the back of the chair to secure him. Nearly set… I cut off his clothes with my knife and went back outside to get the containers, hosing away the spilt blood from his gunshot wound.

Show Time!!!
I put a small coffee table beside the chair on the left and put the first container on it. I then took the lid off and untied his right arm and gripped it. I think he guessed what was coming because he began to start struggling, using all his strength to stop me dipping his hand into the container. So I gripped his balls and squeezed hard, he froze with a sharp intake of breath and his hand sank into the liquid nitrogen.

He howled like I’ve never heard anyone howl before, I smiled and took his hand out. Wide eyed, he stared, mouth open in shock and burning cold pain to see his statuesque hand shining back at him. So I promptly tapped it on the arm of the chair and it shattered into many pieces on the floor.

So reeling from this, his face a mask of despair, I quickly dipped his wrist to his elbow into the container… Oh how he howled… Without awaiting a response, I tapped it on the chair arm, shattering it… Then raising the container to take his elbow to shoulder… I quickly swept up the flesh crystals from the floors and flushed them down the toilet a bit at a time. I then repeated the procedure on his left arm.

Next, his feet… It was like a foot spa; I just lifted his leg up, pushed down over the container and leaned on his knee, another howl that could shatter glass… It did amuse me slightly that when I let go of his leg, it shot into the air with such force that his foot flew off and shattered on the floor across the room… I then did his calf to his knee; he shattered that when he banged it against the chair leg… By the time I’d done both legs, swept, flushed and returned, he was positively begging for his life.

Problem was, I needed him in smaller parts or he’d melt quicker than I could flush and that could be messy and leave stains. He was sweeping up easy on the dust pan and flushing without a mess at the rate I was going. So I continued, I cut him from the chair, laid him down and poured it on him a piece at a time. Thighs… Genitals… Ouchy!!!  Kinda felt that one myself, actually winced for him… And ironically, that was the one that killed him…

He just stared wide eyed and open mouth and I actually saw the life dim from his eyes as his soul left the coil… Like that was the moment he decided there was nothing left to live for and his soul said ‘Right, I’m outta here’
My enthusiasm went as soon as his light snuffed out, it became almost mundane after that… Pour, shatter, sweep, flush and repeat…

When I’d finished flushing and tidied up, I called the police to report the accident. They called out the necessary emergency hazard services to clear away the mess, bodies, etc.
I told them I’d just heard it all out of my top window, figured it was kids fucking about and went back to sleep, previous complaints about damages supported why I’d ignore it and go back to sleep. The police apologised for the inconvenience, the truck company apologised for the stress with a few grand in compensation and the gang isn’t causing me any more trouble. With the exception of Trixie, things are looking up…

Do I feel guilty about it?
Of course I do…Every day of my life, I’m still human…

Would I do it again?   
Without a doubt…

Granted, I don’t play well with the other children but live and let live I say
You see, I treat people like they treat me, show respect, get respect…
Fuck with me and I’ll fuck with you… I’d certainly kill for me and mine…

Thanks for listening, have a nice day, now…