The Take Down of a Monster

Hello!  I am here with another story!  This one isn’t for anything in particular, it’s just something I came up with.  One of my favorite things to do is to actually look up random prompt generators because those help get my creative juices flowing.

Before we go any further, this story is categorized as Dark.  I hope you enjoy!

The Take Down of a Monster

If Paisley could have changed one thing about the whole situation, she would have sharpened the knife.  She sat there on the floor of her dungeon with the bloody knife in her hands.  The monster lay dead on the floor in front of her, 16 stab wounds in their chest.

Her hands and clothes were covered in his blood.  Her heart was racing as she sat in the mess she had created.  Her hand dropped the knife, letting it clatter noisily to the floor.  Paisley slowly stood up and spat on his body.  The monster was dead and that was what mattered.

Paisley heard a siren in the distance.  She bolted up the stairs and ran toward the back door.  She knew she didn’t have time to change, she could just have to run.  Her eyes barely adjusted to the sunlight outside when something grabbed her arm.  She turned to see a police officer.  “No!  Please!  I did it out of self defense!  He was going to kill me!”

“We’ll see about that.”  The officer pulled Paisley into his cop car and took her to the station.  She was taken into an interrogation room and forced into a chair.  Her hands were chained to the metal table in front of her.  She sat under the single light, praying that the police would listen to her.

A woman walked in after quite some time.  Paisley had tried to prepare what she was planning on telling whoever would listen.  The woman sat down.  “Good afternoon.”

Paisley shifted uncomfortably in her chair.  “Hello.  What would you like to know?”

The woman eyed Paisley.  “Did you kill your father?”


The woman sat back.  “Why?”

“He hit me.  He cut me.  I can show you scars.  I can show you places where he has burned me.  He would cook dinner and then burn me with the pan.  You wanna know why?  I killed her too.  When I was born my mother died in labor.  I was the reason she died.  He hated me.  He hated that I took her away from him.  So he took it out on me.  My whole life he has hurt me.  And it was always in the basement so that way no one could hear me scream. Do you know how embarrassing it is to go to school in long sleeves every day because your arms are cut up?  And not from you doing it to yourself?  Look.”  Paisley lifted her sleeves as much as her handcuffed hands could, revealing the cuts, scars, and bruises left from the monster.  “I have zero friends because everyone thought I was some sort of freak.  Well I guess I am.  Because how many people can kill their mother and their father?  I’m sure not many.”

Paisley took a breath and sat back in her chair.  She sighed.  “My father was not a nice man.  He pushed his family away and none of them could help me.  I was the only piece of proof that my father was doing this to me, but he never let me out of his sight unless I was at school.  He told me that he was going to hurt me, but this time I was ready.  I took a knife down to that dungeon before he took me down there.  He saw it.  He knew what was going to happen.  He called 911 before I got the knife in him once.”

The woman stood up and un-cuffed Paisley from the table before sitting down again.  She looked Paisley in the eye.  “I believe you when you say this was self defense.  I don’t see you as a malicious person.  Just a girl who wants to be free from the pain she has been suffering.  But I do have one question.”

Paisley nodded.  “Thank you.  Thank you so much.  And yes…what is the question?”

“Do you regret any of this?”

Paisley shook her head.  “I regret not sharpening the knife before I stabbed him.  If it was sharp, he wouldn’t have suffered so much when he died.”



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