The Box

A story of a monster stuck in a box hoping to be free

The box is just as dark today as it was yesterday. I haven’t seen the light for nearly 50 years I think. I sort of lost track of time after 22 years because the blackness never goes away and the stillness never stops. The box is the only thing stopping my rampage, the only thing stopping me from ripping out the throats of humans everywhere. I haven’t tasted blood for even longer than I’ve been in the box. My revolving teeth haven’t been able to drill into a chest; my switch blade tongue hasn’t stabbed into someone’s head; my corkscrew talons haven’t snatched up any prey and my wings haven’t spread out using the razor tips to cut people in half for so long I feel cramped and sore. My cravings are desperate to be fulfilled. I MUST HAVE BLOOD! I MUST HAVE DEATH! My box can barely fit me, I have no room move at all, it is a mere 3 metre by 2 meter prison. I MUST HAVE FREEDOM!

Two months later…

I awake with a start. The box is moving! FINALLY! Someone will open the box, then I will be able to kill their family and friends, and I will kill their friends and neighbours. I will kill anyone but my releaser. If I kill him or her I will be condemned to a life of torture and suffering, never the same thing twice, it is the price of my creation and release, only the one who releases me may return me to the box, but NO ONE will figure it out this time. I will not let them get their hands on my box; I will not be stuck in this darkness again. The next thing I know, I have a blinding light stabbing me in the eyes, and for 5 minutes I can’t see. I hear a gasp and a scream and the lid of the box is dropped, but not on top of the box itself. I get my sight back and see green trees. I AM FREE! “LET THE CARNAGE BEGIN!” I say as I sprout from the box into the air stretching my wings and body and allowing my eyes to focus completely, now. Who will I kill first? I shoot up through the air out of the box, watching adults and teenagers run away screaming. Only one remains. A little me boy aged about 6 standing at me staring. I turn on my chainsaw teeth and swoop down for the kill.