The Surgeon and the Theif

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
An everyday guy gets pushed around for the last time.

Submitted: January 28, 2010

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The Surgeon and the Theif
 
It wasn't very nice of him to try to rob me. I'm a simple man and I have never, nor would ever, hurt even a fly. That was until that night. You see, I am nothing more or less than a surgeon, a surgeon for the local hospital. I don't hurt people, I help them! I open their bodies with all of my lovely, shiny tools, and remove the black abscesses from their pretty pink insides. Just a surgeon, that’s all I am. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was about two in the morning when I heard the footsteps in my living room downstairs. Two in the morning was when my life would change forever. I think that his shadow is what made him appear to be so large. Yes, that’s it, it was his shadow. When I shined my flashlight on him, he cowered like a dog caught making a mess on the floor. He was only about twenty years old. A boy, not much older than my own son. His story was lame, to say the least. "I thought this was my house," he said with a phony smile. For some reason, that fake, phony smile enraged me and I can't explain why. A white-hot rage filled every cell in my body.

It only took one good swing of my flashlight to his temple to render the twenty-year-old-would-be-thief unconscious. I must say, the way his body twitched on the floor was somewhat amusing. I dragged his body to the dining room and laid him gently on the table. A few bungee cords held his body down tight enough. What to do with him? He was a scourge on society. Hell, I may have been just another random victim on his list. Who's to say he wouldn't have killed me given the change? Who's to say he hasn’t already killed before in the past?

It took me no time to get my black leather bag from the closet and spread my shiny tools on the serving table next to his body. Surely, he would wake up during the procedure, but I know he deserved it. He deserved all the pain for the pain he has, most likely, caused others. I was looking at his chest. He had several tattoos. Mostly skulls and demonic creatures. There could be no way that God would not forgive me. God wouldn't damn be for punishing the wicked, would he?

The first cut is always the most fun... I was like a child opening the big box on Christmas morning. All of the lovely pink insides still flowing with life. Still soft, still thriving, still moving. His screams would have surely awakened the neighbors, but being a doctor, I am smart. He was well gagged with two pairs of socks. See so smart! I had to be very careful in cutting through the muscle. With my instruments of healing, it's very easy to cut too deep. Although he was tied down, he was still able to squirm. God how it irritated me to see him squirm!

Beneath his rib cage, I admired his lovely organs. Tears flowed down his face as he saw his chest cavity wide open. I snipped his stomach loose. The stomach is always so much fun! It felt like a slimy, rubber glove filled with Jell-O. I held it up to his face and shook it wildly. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw his stomach acid and half-digested dinner splatter on his face consequently making him vomit under his gag. "You see," I said to him, "I've been a very, very nice person for all of my forty-six years. Then people like you… People like you step on me. Step on me and kick me when I'm finally on the up and up. Well let's just say you triggered a side of me that I never even knew I had."

He was shaking at this point. Obviously, his body had gone into shock. That just meant I would have to hurry to prove my point. I reached into the cavity that once held his stomach and began to move my hands deeper into his bowels, snipping away until his intestines became detached. I couldn't help myself. Coming this far, and not being able to hear him scream due to the gag, I just had to remove it to hear what I was missing. The sounds of his screams were very soothing... As a surgeon, I was always curious as to what would happen if someone woke up during surgery... NO! This wasn't surgery, this was an autopsy. This was a glorious autopsy on a live cadaver! And man did it feel great.

After about five minutes, his screams became distracting. Instead of shoving the foul covered socks back into his mouth, I decided to 'operate' on his vocal cords. Making a nice clean incision on his neck, I pulled the vocal cord up with my forceps, cut the cord clean in two, and clamped both ends to help minimize the bleeding so I could continue teaching him my lesson. Now his screams turned into a disturbing gurgling sound. I found this more soothing.

His body became cold and clammy. I looked over at his heart. The beats were coming slower and slower. "I hope this has taught you a lesson, young man." I said while looking into his glassed over eyes as they started to fade into a distant stare. With that, his body shuddered and collapsed. It was quite an experience Indeed! It was also very liberating and exciting. I felt as if this operation could not have gone any better.

Finally, the nobody, the lonely old man got his. . I'm a simple man and I have never, nor would ever, hurt even a fly. You see, I am nothing more or less than a surgeon, a surgeon for the local hospital. I don't hurt people, I help them!


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