Transformation

You shouldn’t feel sorry for me. All of those actions I did in the dark were truly reprehensible. As for my wife and son, they were merely tools of mine, unwary of my secret nature. They served as a façade of me being a decent person without sadistic tendencies, and nothing more. For how could a kindly family man ever be a serial murderer at the same time? Truthfully, I had minimal emotional investment in the two known as my nuclear family. And if they were emotionally tortured by my absence? I don’t care.


It was bound to happen eventually, the killer becoming the killed. I must have hidden inside that suit because sheer panic clouded my judgment. I should have known that entering that suit was a bad idea when I could smell the pungent odor of mildew, dust, and dried blood inside the suit upon opening it up. But by the time I was giddily jeering at the specters of those I had slain while in my little disguise, it was too late.


Like an iron maiden, the mechanical insides of the suit closed in on my vulnerable body. The wires and the crossbeams, they dug into my skin, my muscles, my organs, and eventually scraped deep into my bones, searching for the marrow. My body shuddered violently in response to the overwhelming pain and blood loss. I buckled to the floor from weakness from exsanguination. As I twitched uncontrollably against the wall, the encompassing pain faded into dullness, and my consciousness faded into nothingness.


At some point I became conscious again. How long ago had I died? I couldn’t sense time anymore. It were as if my agonizing death was simply a bizarre fever dream to awaken from. In fact, I felt more alive than ever; even though I could not move, it were as if my deceased nervous system were electrically charged by the corroding battery of my new animatronic body. While I could not blink anymore, I could see every minute crevice of the dark hole of a room I was trapped in. And I could no longer feel any pain, let alone be tormented by that from my untimely death. The rusted metal parts that had fused themselves into my mutilated corpse ensured that I would never perish like a normal human would.


You see this rictus grin on my new face? I can’t stop smiling. But why wouldn’t I? I don’t regret anything. This new body was the best thing that could have ever happened to me.