Evil

            He put the gun against the politician’s head as he settled the tip of the gun in place. The sweat from the man’s forehead dripped and trailed. It trailed from his hair line, down towards his brow, streamed off his nose, past his lips and off his chin. The sweat from the man’s forehead landed on his dress shirt leaving an imprint.

            “Talk, tell me why I should let you live” the man grunted as he forced the tip of the gun deeper into the side of the politician’s frontal lobe.

            “Please, ill give you what you want” the politician cried, “I have money I’ll give you money.”

            “Wrong answer” the man chuckled as he withdrew the gun from the politicians head.

            The gun shot ten rounds as the blasts ranged and echoed throughout the walls. The room was silent as the man tilted his head towards the face of the politician. The tip of the gun was then placed on the sweaty forehead of the politician. The sweat quickly evaporated as the blazing circular point of the gun slowly charred the man’s forehead. The gun was pushed deeper and deeper as the politician cringed in anguish, grasping the handles of the chair he was strapped in.  He withdrew the gun from the politician’s forehead as charred skin was stuck to the iron tip.

            “Give me a better answer” the man laughed.

            “Please, please don’t kill me” the politician sobbed, “I have done nothing to you.”

            “First you think you know what I want, then you say that you have done nothing to me, you don’t even know me” the man screamed, “How the hell do you know what I want from you?”

            “Why are you doing this?” the politician cried and repeated, “Why, why are you doing this?”

            “Do you really want to know” he grinned as he leaned his head towards the tied up man.

            In a swift stroke the man’s back hand, along with the pistol was smacked hard against the side of the man’s face.

            “Because I can” the man grunted in a deep gravely voice.

            The man slowly paced back and forth as the politician silently sobbed. Tears slowly dripped from his face mixing his salty tears with his salty sweat. The blood that formed from his lips slowly dripped towards his chin where all of the liquid was collected. A whole shot of a salty Bloody Mary slowly dripped and poured onto his dress shirt, leaving another defined imprint.

            “You politicians are false prophets, giving us hope and absorbing our faith” the man continued “No, but faith wasn’t enough you had to take from our pockets.”

            “Please” the politician sobbed again.

            “Shut up” the man screamed, “Lying, slandering, cheating, you always had to win didn’t you.”

            The man still paced back and forth with his hands behind his back as the tied up victim silently sobbed.

            “All high and mighty standing in front of your podium, but now you are nothing” the man scoffed “Cry, cry your a*s off.”

            “Please, I just want to go home to my wife and kids” the politician begged.

            “Your wife and kids?” he laughed “First you worry about yourself begging for your life and now you want to go back to your wife and kids.

            “Please” the victim cried as the words from his tormenter singed his conscious.

            “You didn’t even ask if your wife and kids were okay” the man said with a playful tone and smile.

            “What have you done to my family” the victim replied in utter disbelief.

            Questions quickly popped in his head, every question reflected the questions a mental masochist would ask himself.

            “What has he done to my family, are they dead, did he torture them, did he rape my loving wife?” he asked himself as every word slowly burrowed into his mind.

            “This isn’t about your family, senator” the man smiled, “This is about you.”

            “What have you done to my family” Senator Marshall screamed “Where are they!”

            “Never raise your voice” the man said calmly as he pointed the gun at the victim’s leg.

            A shot rang as the blast shattered the Senator’s shin, snapping the Senator’s shin like a twig.

            The victim’s face twisted in pure anguish as grunts and curses slipped his bleeding lips.

            “So selfish were you not?” the man frowned “Acts of courage will not save your soul, calling them out is meaningless.”

            “What the hell are you talking about” Senator Marshall whispered in heavy breaths.

            “Don’t act dumb, you cheated on your wife and you used your children’s savings fund to pay off your gambling debts” the man said with disgust.

            “I don’t know what you’re talking about, only god can judge me for my sins, not you.” Senator Marshall replied.

            The victim was sweating even more profusely. The man walked behind the victim which caused even more nervousness. The man came back into view but something was grasped in both of his hands. He swung it as a sharp pain overcame the victims face. The man swung a metal baseball bat crushing the kneecaps of Senator Marshall.

            “Never lie to me” the man screamed, “Never lie”

            “I can’t feel my legs, I can’t feel my legs” the victim screamed.

            “You don’t even believe in god” the man smirked, “Another piece of propaganda you used to recruit believers to join your cause.”

            “I’ll give you whatever you want, please let me go I can’t take this anymore.” Senator Marshall cringed.

            “Don’t you politicians learn?” he laughed hysterically, “Wrong answer”

            “Please don’t” he cried with all of his sanity, “Please”

            Grabbing the bat with one hand he tossed it aside as a mixed expression overcame the senator’s face.

            “I have another new toy for you” the man said with a smile.

            He pulled a knife from his right pocket and put it against the Senator’s cheek. Pulling the victims head back he slowly sliced deep cuts onto the flesh and slowly sliced off the Senators left ear. Letting go of the sweaty mess of hair the senators head dropped as red liquid dripped from his cheek like bloody tears.

            “You cheated on your wife with her best friend and killed her in a drunken rage” he yelled angrily.

            “Shut up, only god can judge me” he cried.

            “God is not here” the man hysterically laughed.

            “Please, just let me go and I won’t call the cops” Senator Marshall begged again.

            “Threatening me now?” the man questioned, “What if everybody found out you killed her and buried her in the same grave that laid your mother to rest?”

            “Shut up” the victim cried as flows of tears unleashed from his eyes.

            “You make me sick” the man scolded.

            “I’m sick, you’re the one torturing me” the victim laughed with tears still falling from his eyes.

            “You molested your own daughter, and you call me sick” the man scoffed “How old is your daughter”

            “I, I” the victim stuttered “As more tears streamed down his worn out eyes.

            “Tell me” the man said with a smile.

            “Six” Senator Marshall sobbed as thick snot came down from his nose.

            “Not only did you rape your own daughter but you took HER from me” the man said with a smile, “and you buried her with a woman she hardly even knew.”

            Senator Marshall stared at the man with nothing left to say. His face filled with sweat and his heart filled with regret.

            “Only god can judge me” Senator Marshal repeated.

            “I’m going to ask you a question, and your going to answer it truthfully” the man asked, “Am I evil.”

            “You are scum” the victim replied.

            “Am I evil” He screamed again.

            “Yes you are evil” the victim screamed back.

            “Well guess what” the man said with a smile, “Only god can judge me.”

            A shot rang out as another calm silence enveloped the room. Senator Marshall was not dead.

            “Where are you going” Yelled the victim as the man slowly walked away, “Don’t leave me here”

            “I’m getting the gas can” the man grinned as he looked back, “Only god can judge you here, man lets see if you end up in heaven or hell, then we’ll know who really is evil.”

            A hysterical laughter filled the room, bouncing off every crevice and corner of the empty warehouse. The laughter was singed into the senator’s mind, driving him deeper into insanity.

Author's Note

Another Short Story :P

Reviews

[James Watts]

He put the gun against the politician’s head as he settled the tip of the gun in place. (may want to reword this, doesn't read right. seems redundant)

“Please, ill give you what you want” the politician cried,(“Please, ill give you what you want,” the politician cried,)

the man grunted in a deep gravely voice.(you can omit gravely or just or--

the man grunted in a deep voice.

the man grunted in a grave voice.)

At the end of most of your dialogue you are missing punctuation. Also try and avoid the -ly adverb whenever possible. This is not a bad story, just needs a little polish.

[Str8jacket]

This. is. the. most. disturbing. thing. I. have ever. read. And I loved it!! Lol. Once you've used overwhelming discriptions to craft a masterpiece. Not only that, but it weighs heavy on the brain making us question ourselves as well as the characters. Amazing. Really.