They were disoriented. Where were they? How did they get here? Everything was dark, until they opened their eye. Light, blinding, shining all around. And beneath them liquid, a mess of blood and flesh. They grabbed the nearby ledge and pulled themselves out of the pit and onto the floor of the basement room. How did they know it was a basement? They couldn’t even remember who they were. And then it hit them. T... they were T.

T began to lope across the room, smearing a trail of blood as they went. They smelled something; disinfectant. It reminded them of a man they once kissed who had worked in a laboratory. Wait... whose memories where those? T had never kissed a scientist. They reached the door and looked upwards, at the handle. T was so short and small, they would have to jump to reach it. Or stand on a chair? T relished the idea, they had had so few since awakening. They limped to a nearby chair and, after pushing it to the door, they climbed upon it. T looked down at the limbs they possessed, lumps of misshapen flesh, ragged and bloody. They remembered having hands, but didn’t know when. They slammed down the handle and the door flung open.

Stairs. So many steps to reach their destination. Where was that? Where were they going? T wasn’t sure. Yet they continued to climb, fumbling their way through the ascent, unused to their makeshift body. They knew they weren’t always like this, cobbled together from scraps of human. They were beginning to remember. This staircase was like the one in a house they owned. Even the carpet was similar, although it was now bloody and raw. They reached the first floor landing and turned left. This is where he took me first. Who? T remembered a man, tall and dark. Maybe this was the person who killed T? Killed all the people T had once been?

When they reached it, the bedroom door was ajar. T entered quietly and moved around to the side of the bed. They could hear the man snoring, the murderer. T remembered a lot now, all that the man had taken from them. They would have vengeance. T climbed the storage chest at the end of the bed and up onto the mattress, staining it. Emotions rushed through T now like a steam train, delivering them sensations of anger and loss. He took everything from T. He ruined T’s lives and laughed while he did so. He was a monster. T stood over the monster’s head and let their rage flow through them. They could crush his head with one blow, they knew this. Yet they wished to see his fear first. They wished him to see, so they uttered to him the words he told them all, before he brought them here and ended them. “I’d love to have you for tea.”

This piece was previously published by Wingless Dreamer Publisher.