Sid stood in the living room of his house, looking through a window and out into the neighborhood in which he lived. Behind him was a scene of biblical destruction. His entire family lay slaughtered on the floor, blood, sweat, dirt and entrails mixing to form a gruesome mixture upon the once-pristine carpet. Sid turned back to look and smiled a bit to himself. He’d been wanting to test his skills with his sword for a long time and when the opportunity had presented itself to him, he simply couldn’t resist. He lifted up the long, curved blade and examined it once more. He loved this blade ever since he first got it. The perfect killing weapon. He slid his finger along its flattened surface, gathering up blood and gore with it, then tasted it. It was still warm, despite the steel’s cold and obvious strength. More would come, he knew that. 1
He heard sirens in the distance and smiled to himself once again. His skills would be tested again this time, much more so than when he disposed of his family of weaklings. The blade was antiquated, but it still served its purpose. 2056 was proving to be a tough year for many criminals it seemed; the police were becoming more powerful as the government decided to start giving them power once more. This didn’t matter to Sid of course, not at all. If the police were to be foolish enough to cross paths with him, then so be it. He would not try and stop them.2
The sirens grew closer until they stopped outside of his house. He walked over and stood by the door, his back against the wall and his sword at his side. The police were such fools; one would think they’d have been a bit smarter in this situation. Though he knew his acting over the phone when he dialed the emergency hotline was good enough to fool even the best, still, he felt the police were shameful in their inability to prepare for anything.3
A knock on the door. Sid had to stifle a laugh at this; it was just too funny! He reached out and turned the knob enough to open it. An officer stepped in, and just as he did, Sid thrust out and impaled the man right through the chest. The officer gasped for breath, but this was futile as he quickly slipped through Life’s fingers and fell into Death’s grasp. He sunk to the floor and Sid withdrew his blade from the body. The other officers noticed what had happened and were now rushing to the house. Two took firing positions outside the windows, and three more rushed through the door to find only empty air. They advanced cautiously through the house, fearful of the murderous blade-wielding Sid. 4
He bound down the stairs and caught a man in his head, his sword penetrating his skull until his hilt came into contact with the man’s scalp. He jerked about a few times and Sid flicked his blade, slicing cleanly through his head and dropping the man to the floor. Blood pooled darkly on the floor, but Sid paid no attention to this as he charged after the second officer. This one raised his gun at Sid, but had no time to fire as the blade sliced off the man’s hand, then decapitated him as he took a step back. Sid grinned; it seemed he had a knack for slicing up heads. 5
He suddenly felt a tremendous pain in his side as the third officer behind him struck Sid with a spike-covered chain. Sid yelped, faced the man and charged him, his blade directly in front of him. The officer flung his chain out again, this time only catching Sid with a glancing blow. The spikes dug easily into Sid’s flesh and he had to suppress a yell as they ripped out chunks of flesh from his shoulder. He favored his shoulder a little as he slashed at this officer, whom he was now furious at. The man dodged the blade, though barely, and threw out his chain again. It caught Sid in his back, ripping out more chunks of flesh, some as big as a quarter. Blood spewed onto the floor and Sid felt some trickle down his forehead. He reached up and felt along his scalp, and was shocked to find a piece of it missing; one of the spikes had hit him there. 6
Blood now gushed down his face and nearly blinded him. He lashed out and let out a grunt of satisfaction as he felt the blade slice into the officer, and was overjoyed to hear a following scream. He lashed out again and felt it hit him again, with the same scream he so enjoyed following it. He went into a rage and continued slashing the man, again and again, until finally he raised his sword above his head and furiously sliced down. The blade neatly chopped the now-dead officer in half at his mid-section, and Sid leaned on the hilt of his blade for support as he cleaned his eyes out from the blood. It’d been much tougher to defeat these men than he’d hoped, but that was alright. He had battle scars now, and his skills had proved to be too much for them anyway. He glanced down and saw the man’s mutilated body on the floor. A dozen open wounds crisscrossed the torso and Sid could easily see his intestines as they slowly slipped to the floor from the man’s body. 7
With a grunt, he lifted his sword and wiped its blade off on a rag he carried, relishing the buildup of gore on it, sheathed it, then staggered down the stairs to the basement. The police outside would not take very long to realize what’d happened and would soon bring reinforcements in, reinforcements Sid could not deal with in his weakened state. He felt his feet land on the floor of the cellar and he searched for what he needed. At last, he found it; a passage he’d dug into the wall, so well concealed that nobody would ever be able to find unless they knew exactly where it was. He limped over to it, realizing now that his wounds were a bit more serious than he’d first thought. He pressed one of the stones beside the passage and it opened up, revealing a crawl space through which he would escape. He eased himself into it, stifling a yell or two from the pain of his wounds, and closed the passage. He was safe now, and he began slowly crawling through the passage until he reached a large, open chamber filled with the light of a dozen torches. He reached up and took one, then walked down a narrow hallway until he found his new, makeshift home for the time being. He would remain here until the police presence left, then would figure out a way to leave here to start life anew. For now though, he lay down on a bed he’d made himself long ago and relaxed, intent on recovering from his wounds. 8
Weeks later, when the case had grown cold, the passage opened up and Sid slid out. His wounds had healed much better than he’d thought possible and he was now ready to make his escape. His sword in his sheath, he closed up the passage and walked out the back door into the night. Walking up to a fence, he slowly pulled his sword out, and, with a furious might, slashed out a man-sized hole in the fence. He sheathed his sword once more and walked out and down the street, disappearing into the shadows with a smile that he knew would never go away.9
Author notes
It may not involve torture, but it does have gore.
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To be honest, it never occurred to me that he should sharpen his sword, but your comment has given me some new ideas for this long-dormant series.
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Wow this was an intense story! I'm curious why this guy is murdering with his sword, I'm also curious about the sword itself, this is one mighty mighty sword to not have to be sharpened or tended to after such a hellish battle! More details about the sword and the reasoning behind this guy's murderous tendencies are what I'm looking for in the next one, hope I get what I want! Well done old chap!
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Thank you.
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Blood guts and gore, my favourite topic. Great write I really enjoyed the read.
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I loved this cause it was pretty gruesome. well done on a fine story, gave me chills
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Hmmm...I'll check that out in a little bit. I've been away for the past few days on a trip, but I've just gotten back and I'm settling back into the routine of replying to comments. Thanks for the praise here; I'm not sure what else I should say lol.
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Very nicely written and rather interesting story, I must say. If you are interested in gore, perhaps you would like to take a look at my short story, Revenge. I think I entered it in this contest. If not and if you are interested, you could always send me a note and I could give you the link. I have to say, this was a very exciting story and I'll have to read the second part soon!
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Yeah, I love swords, to say the least.
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oh wow this is so damn gruesome! i love it and i love the description! someone has an obsession with swords *raises eyebrow* heehee wicked peice, off to read part two!
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Lol, I'd forgotten you read and commented on this once before; I'm glad you liked it even more after reading it a second time.
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This was even better the second time. I really enjoyed reading this. You are a very talented writer. Great job and thanks for entering.
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I dunno; it's like that old saying when it comes to the unexplainable in movies: "It's in the script." In other words, it happened, and though there's no real explanation for it, that doesn't matter; it happened anyway, somehow lol.
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thanks for entering my contest. this story was kool. how did Sid recover from the flesh missing out of his scalp? anywho, i liked this story. good luck!!!
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Thank you.
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sorry couldnt finish it. desturbing. but thats what the conest asks for right? good job.
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Thanks! I don't like to pass judgement as the narrator on the character(s) in my story; I like to get inside their heads so you can see what they're thinking and feeling, so you can decide how you feel about them yourself. I'm glad you liked this; thanks for commenting on it.
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This was a very interesting story, and the descriptions were great. They helped the flow of the story and it was easier to see the story as I was reading it. I liked that. Anyways, this was a really nice look into the mind of someone not totally stable. You did a good job. I also liked how you showed how Sid felt about his sword. It was obviously important to him, and you showed that perfectly. I think you did a really good job and the story turned out awesome. You're a wonderful writer. Good luck in the contest!
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Yeah, that was an error on my behalf, and I'm glad you notified me of it. I have a sword as well, though it's a cheap piece of crap that I plan to replace soon with a hopefully-higher-quality sword. I recently came across a Web site that has a wide variety of high-quality blades of all types, at www.mantisswords.com
Granted, the sword I mentioned above, I'm not buying it from there, but I'm awfully tempted to get the Bushido set. Anyways, enough of all that. Once again, I'm glad you brought the error I made to my attention; I'll fix it right away, probably after I finish typing up this reply. Good luck in the contest as well to you. -
I liked this a lot. I own a sword that sounded something like the one you described here. Anyways, I thought the description of this was great. I could really see all of this happening in my head. I liked how you just jumped right into the story, starting off with the aftermath of Sid's massacre of his family. It was good that you didn't have Sid as like, some kind of invincible war-god. It made the read much more realistic when he was hurt by his battle with the cops. Only one thing really got to me when I read this, but I think it only made me crazy because I own swords and such... but this line "With a grunt, he lifted his sword and sheathed it,"... he didn't clean off the blade first! Once the blood dried within the sheath, it would have been hell to get it back out, not to mention it would have ruined the inside of the scabbard and hurt the blade itself. So perhaps just add in a "he wiped the blade clean" kind of thing to that. But like I said, I'm only psycho about that because to me, it's personal, hehe. I really enjoyed reading this story though, I'll definitely check out the next half. Good luck in the contest!
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Thanks.
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Pretty good, I liked it
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Yup, it definitely continues. I hope you enjoy the second installment of "The Blade," and yes, I do plan on writing a third whenever I can get the time to do so.
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Hey!!!!! I read this story before. It was in another contest!!! I think that I commented on this one too. Yes, I see it. ;-)
I really enjoyed this story, but I find the ending to be short, as though it was chopped off (no pun intended). But, I haven't read the other one, so maybe the story continues. I'll go checkit out!!
Good story and thanks for entering!!!
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Thanks.
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wow this was really good. and was written really well. good luck
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This is a beautifully written story of a psycho, and his bloody relationship with his sword. What a pair they are. Great job, and good luck in my contest.
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Rurouni Kenshin rules; make sure you get those DVD's; they kick so much ass, it ain't even funny.
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Awesome!!! Really kept me interested! Reminded me of Ruroni Kenshin.
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Thanks. Good luck in the contest.
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I liked it!!! I found it to be quite satisfying!!!!
Good job!!!
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Well, I'm not very experienced with writing gore, and I didn't want to sound forceful when I had something happen. Perhaps if I edited it and added a few more details, would this work any? I doubt it would improve my chances of winning any, but still.
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This was a very good story. Yes it is true that you didn't use things burning, but you did mention the torches. You were pretty discriptive, but you probably could have been a little more discriptive, and added a little more gore. I did like the comment about the intestines slipping out of his body and onto the floor. You did a very good job at keeping the readers attention. Over all, this was a very good story. Thanks for entering! GOOD LUCK!
~Katie~
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