Corruption Ch. 1

“5 killed today!” exclaimed Mr. Faskita as he read the paper. “You people must be retarded!”. He dropped the newspaper to the ground and rubbed it into the dusty carpet with his polished dress shoes. “I had to go all the way to the village to get this information and you morons can‘t print it right…. Ugh, the paper has already been sent out. You baboons have probably offended the readers!” he said getting up from this chair.The veins popped out of his forehead as he cracked his knuckles. “My sources told me only 2 people died! You guys can’t even count!” With a loud grunt he hit the table with his fist, the cups of coffee on his desk spilling over.

“Sir, please calm down,” said his timid assistant in a panic.

“I will not calm down!” he roared.

“Sir! Please just sit down!” his assistant shrieked.

Gritting his teeth, Mr. Faskita curled his fingers and sent a furious punch at the assistant. Blood flew in the air as the frail woman fell to the floor.A long, painful groan came from the assistant as she tried to lift herself from the floor. Mr. Faskita quickly lifted his leg and pressed his foot to the assistant’s back, pushing her back to the floor. From his shirt pocket he pulled a pen and jabbed it into the assistant’s back.

A loud scream came from the assistant as a mixture of blood and ink stained her blouse. Mr. Faskita rolled over the assistant with the toe of his shoe, her expression, frightened and painful. With another grunt he jabbed his heel at the assistants nose. With every stomp he could hear a crack as blood engulfed the assistant’s face. Finally, Mr. Faskita removed his blood soaked shoes and left them beside the assistant’s squirming body.

She lay there, her face mushed and deformed and her nose crushed and flat.

Hastily, Mr. Fastika fastened his tie and ran from the conference room to the entrance of the building. From outside he could hear a scream from the conference room. “Oh my god!” was all he heard as he started his car and drove back home.

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Takeinam gleefuly skipped down the steps to her kitchen humming happy birthday. Her voice was a pitch higher and her eyes twinkled that day, for it was the only day of the year where she didn’t have to go out and babysit her aunt’s children.

“Happy birthday, Takeinam!” said her mother lunging at her for a hug.

“Thank you!” she giggled, expecting her present.

“What do you want for breakfast?” her mother asked.

“Ummm...... how about some eggs?” she said with a dissapointed shrug.

“How’s my little girl!” said her father as he came down the stairs.

“Good,” she said sadly.

“Happy birthday!” he sang as he pulled a felt box from behind his back. Across the top it read “Takeinam Faskita” in gold letters.

“Oooh, lemme see!” said Takeinam, eagerly snatching them from his hand. She opened the box and looked at the contents. She pulled out two sharp disks from the box, puzzled. “Are these earrings?” she asked holding them to her ears.

“No, they’re shurikens. They are throwing disks.” her father explained.

“Ooh, cool” she said. She moved them around so the light reflected in her father’s eyes.

“Cut that out,” he said angrily. Takeinam laughed and continued.

“Cut that out!” he repeated. Then, with roar he pushed Takeinam to the floor. Takeinam fell on her butt, surprised and scared. Her father’s eyes seemed to be completely black.

“Stop that!” her mother yelled, stepping in. With no effort, Takeinam’s father pushed Ms. Faskita into the stove. Her face hitting the scorching pan. She lifted her head and screamed. Takeinam looked at her mother’s face, crying hysterically. The skin on her face had been taken off and all that was left was flesh.

Takeinam’s father walked back over and pushed her face into the pan and held it there. Takeinam’s mother screamed again, her body flailing. Soon she stopped moving and fell to the floor. Takeinam looked at her mother’s disgusting face and quickly lifted herself from the floor.

She ran into the living room and searched for something to knock him out with. Slowly, Mr. Faskita followed her, his eyes still dark and empty. Takeinam ran over to the fireplace and grabbed the coal poker. She held it up trying to keep her father at a distance. He swiftly grabbed the poker and tried to rip it from her hands. Takeinam struggled, but soon her father loosened his grip and she took it back.

With little thought, she plunged the poker into his stomach. Her father let out a groan. He groaned again, this time blood spurted from his mouth.

Soon, he fell lifeless to the floor. The black in his eyes fading to a worn red. Takeinam, let out another hysterical cry. Scared, she looked around the room. There wasn’t a sound. Without hesitating, Takeinam took her shurikens and ran out into the forest.