The Chopping Room
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She is shocked from her sleep by a sudden pain in her left ankle. She opens her eyes to see the two men. The shorter one with the shaved head has been her captor for some time, but the guy with the long brown hair and the bloody axe is new. She assumes that the bald man must want to share his pet’s demise with a friend. Then, she struggles to sit up to assess her body’s condition, and she is mortified by what she finds.
Her left foot has been separated from her leg, but before she can protest, or even beg, the ax slams down again. This time the taller man aimed for her knee and he hit his mark. The sound of her leg bones snapping is drowned out by her anguished screams. She feels her blood rushing from her severed arteries and veins, and she begins to grow lightheaded from the loss of fluid.
“Monsters!” she thinks, as she lies back on the bed in a weakened condition.
Then, the bald man grabs the axe to attack her right side. He chops at her right foot, and then her knee leaving her leg in a dismembered state. With each blow, the impact causes her body to bounce off of her mattress, but still she fights to remain conscious as he moves into striking distance of her right arm. She notices him smiling as he swings his weapon and her right appendage becomes an independent entity separate from her body. In horrified shock, she watches as her right hand opens and closes without her command.
The bald man lays the axe against her bed near her severed hand and says, “Hear ya go sweetheart, use it if you can.” He is giggling at his macabre joke as he walks to the foot of the bed to join his companion. To the man with hair, he says, “Now, watch this. I’m telling you it will freak you out!”
She lies on the bloody bed thinking, “I have become a monkey in the zoo.”
Then, the show begins, and it starts with her blood. The thick, red fluid looks like it is being sucked back into her exposed blood vessels. Like lint into a vacuum, her body’s juice is pulled from the bed and sheets until only dark red stains remain.
“What the HELL is going on?” questions the brown haired man, but her trick is not complete.
The men watch in amazement as her limbs start to quiver and begin their slow crawl back to their rightful place. As if her feet, legs and arms were metal and she were a magnet, her severed parts are drawn to her body. Once they are in place the show continues, as her flesh heals perfectly and without scars. When she is whole again, she inhales deeply in an attempt to recover from the trauma.
“This is X-Files freaky, dude,” states the brown haired man.
“Didn’t I fucking tell ya? The first time I hacked this bitch up, I left her for dead, but by the time I got to my car, I turned around and she was freaking healed. I thought I was having a fucking acid flashback. So, I hacked her up again, but this time I watched and damned if her body didn’t go back into a single piece. I nearly pissed my goddamned pants.”
“Dude, I would have.”
“But, I brought her back here, and I was all panicked and shit. Like, what am I gonna fucking do? I can’t kill her and I can’t let her go. So, I figured I could call you, and maybe we could think of something together.”
“Dude, you’re going about this the wrong way. Don’t you fucking realize that you just won the lottery? Governments will pay big money to study this cunt. Think about it, who wouldn’t want an army you couldn’t kill?”
While the two men are discussing their new found riches, and staring into each other’s crazy, greedy eyes, the girl crawls from the bed and grabs the ax. They do not see her approach them, nor do they see her raise the weapon in anger. Only when the wood, chopping tool slams into the hairy man’s skull do they remember her company, but it is too late to avoid her vengeance.
The damaged man crumbles between her and the bald guy, and his body has already begun to twitch in its death throes when the bald man begins to back away. She raises the axe once more, and swings it at the bald man’s head. But, in a pitiful attempt at self-defense, he manages to raise his hands. The axe strikes between his ring finger and middle finger turning his palm into an elongated and bloody “V.” While he howls in pain, the girl steps over the hairy man’s carcass to strike once more. This time the axe finds its mark and the bald man’s throat is mortally wounded. Her former captor slides to the floor with blood bubbling from the slice in his throat, but she does not stop her attack. With each blow, flesh is separated from bone, or bone is cut from the body until she is exhausted, covered in red and satisfied that the men are in small enough pieces that they will never mend.
If you have no questions or fears about your abilities, then you will learn nothing from your mistakes and know nothing about your limitations.