Page 19 of Formaldehyde

I think it’s safe to say, Nocturnal Mortuary doesn’t always play by the book and that’s perfect for me and my needs.

Opening up the cupboard, the shelves are lined with various bottles of liquids with names I can’t even begin to spell out loud, even if I had a gun to my head. I’d fail miserably. My eyes trail over the bottles until I land on one that I recognise, a paralytic that will keep my dad in sedation, but he’ll feel everything that I do to him.

Perfect.

I grab the vial, a fresh needle and tube then begin to fill it up with the paralytic. The clear, glass-like liquid floods into the tube as I pull the plunger back. I decide to add a little more this time, given the size of the slug that’s lying on the table. Once I’m happy with the amount, I place the vial back into the cupboard and begin to set up my work station. It only takes me a couple of minutes to gather all the instruments I need. I’ve done this a million times and now it’s just second nature to me, but I will say, this will be my first living body to perform an autopsy and embalming on.

Euphoria fills my nervous system at the thought of what I’m about to do. I need to finish this final chapter of my life before I can give all my attention to my sister.

Muffled grunting from inside the bag brings me back to the present and I slowly begin to unzip the body bag to reveal the fat, yellow slug inside. Sweat gathers on his face like a sticky mucus and snot bubbles out of his hairy nostrils with every deep breath he takes.

“Surprise dad. Didn’t think I’d let you die that easily did you?” I tease, causing him to widen his eyes. Fear radiates from his pores and he tries with all his energy to lift his arms but it’s no use, they’re like lead weights at the side of him. His fingers curl like podgy sausages on a grill. I can envision them next to a pile of steaming, buttery mash and garden peas.

Alina had beautiful hands and slender fingers. Fingers that I could easily take a bite out of, if I really wanted to. My dads? Not so much. I’ve never tried human meat before but the temptation has always been there, especially when it came to my sister. I could always keep her with me that way.

The fat cunt grunts again and I snap my gaze towards him, brows furrowed. His eyes meet mine, instantly the smell of piss; tart and acidic fills my senses. I watch as the wet stain on the crotch of his pants begins to grow until it leaks out of his waistband and onto the pristine floor. A dark shade of yellow, like aged orange juice puddles on the floor near my feet. I step away from the mess in disgust.

“Did you just piss on my floor?” I say with a sharp tone and my father tries to shake his head but the sedative keeps him slightly under my control. I’ll need to administer the paralytic before he becomes completely mobile again.

I snigger. “Regardless, there’s gonna be more than piss on this floor once I’m done with you.” The pathetic man before me mumbles something incoherent behind the tape. I suppose it’s only decent of me to grant him his last words before I take them away from him.

I pick the corner of the tape between my fingers before ripping it away from his face. Stray hairs collect on the sticky side of the tape and he groans from the sharp pain, then blows out a few heavy breaths before opening his slack mouth to speak. His words are dry and garbled. “You.. wretched.. fucking boy!”

Boy.

This waste of life still seems to think that I’m just a boy, a helpless child who cowered under his fists. I’m no longer a fucking boy. I’ll never be that boy ever again.

Anger like a rough sea swirls in my stomach. It crushes my lungs in a vice grip until I’m struggling to breathe. I grab a hold of his face in my hand and squeeze tightly until I’m sure I can hear the bones grinding and cracking under the skin and flesh, and like the pussy boy he is, he whimpers from the pain.

Leaning over, I bring my face to his. “Not so much of a boy now, am I?” I bite back like a rabid dog and he winces from the grip I have on his face, but it doesn’t stop him from speaking.

“I guess.. not, but you’re still.. a fucking freak.” He spits through his saliva coated lips. “That’s all.. you will ever be. A murderous.. freak.”

That one word bounces around my skull like a brick in a washing machine. It smashes against my brain and I have to gather myself for a moment before I explode. Inhaling sharply through my nose, I shove his sharp words into the back of mind and bring myself back into the present.

A snigger slips past my lips. “A freak? Is that all you got, old man? I guess you were always a pussy when it came to words, weren’t you? Always rambling on with yourself, but never making true on them.” I bring myself closer now, just so he doesn’t have the chance to look away from me. “In fact, I’m pretty sure your last threat was that I had to stay away from my sister, no?”

My father’s resolve cracks for a moment at the mention of my sister but he quickly schools his features again. Shunning away the memory of her.

“What’s the matter, daddy’o? Not too keen on hearing about the way your daughter moaned my name when I ate her virgin cunt? Or the way that tight little pussy felt around my fingers. It’s a shame we were rudely interrupted, or else I would have had her calling me daddy instead.”

I give his face one last squeeze before shoving it away from me and rising back to my full height. Anger like I’ve never seen before from him, floods his face. His mottled cheeks become red with fury.

“It’s a shame you.. sent Alina to her death though, isn’t it, boy? You might as well have.. pushed her in front of that car yourself.” He says in a malicious tone, causing me to grind my teeth together. “You pushed her to want you.. so much that you killed her instead. You murdered your–”

“Shut the fuck up!” I bark. “I didn’t kill Alina!”

“Oh, but you did.” He sniggers. “She’d still be alive, thriving at college, going out with her friends, maybe even having a boyfriend. Instead, she ended up mangled under a car.. because of you.”

Red clouds my vision and I move on autopilot. Grabbing the syringe, I stab the needle into his jugular and inject the paralytic into his veins, then I lean over him again. “Fuck you, old man. Maybe you should have kept a tighter leash on that collar you thought you had on me, because I always get what I want, especially Alina.”

His mouth begins to droop at the side as his body gives into the sedation.

“Oh, and before we start. I must inform you that the body you buried wasn't Alina. In fact, whilst I had my little stint in prison for a death I didn’t commit, I’ll have you know, I had people on the outside doing my dirty work.” I snigger and watch with intent as he tries to pry his mouth open to say something.

“I had them swap Alina’s body for someone else, but you wouldn’t know that, considering she had a closed casket funeral. You’d be none the wiser would you, old man?”

I grip the collar of his stained shirt and lift him off the trolley slightly, then I speak with clear intent, making sure he can hear exactly everything I’m saying. “My sweet, and not so innocent little sister, is right here. With me, in this mortuary. You lose again, dad. I’ll always have her now.”