Today’s Friday Fiction is courtesy of microcosmsfic.com. 300 word short story using the following elements.
Character: Sarcastic Butler Setting: Skyscraper Genre: Memoir
The staples in his abdomen had ripped out again, this time purposefully. Master “Gestirn” Goldstein barely flinched as he removed blood drenched, clear plastic bags from his bulging gut. The carpeted floor of the penthouse loft was covered in vital fluids. Schneider Skyscrapers were going to need a good clean-up crew. As a butler, I cringed.
“Pass me the tray.” He wheezed.
I of course obliged, manoeuvring past dead FBI agents strewn about the sparse room to the tray angled awkwardly in one man’s skull.
“Will you be serving me then, for once?”
Master Goldstein merely smiled, and watched amused as I struggled to remove the tray. It was difficult with all the blood. It was also lodged quite deep.
“I didn’t know you took drugs, Kristoff.”
“Only when you’re around, Sir. I may need some after this.”
“You’ll get used to it eventually.” Master Goldstein stood then, skin flapping over the spandex pants he wore – the only item of clothing on him. He had no intestines.
“Well yes, when you were a caped crusader for justice. Who are you now, Robbing Hood?”
He laughed as he casually removed the tray from the man’s skull. His laugh was a breathy, whistling sound from the constrictions in his body; an internal scar and his arch nemesis’ greatest achievement.
“I’ve found other ways to make a living now. A new body with a new function. I’ve been brought back to life.”
“Well that’s good for you Master Franken-Stein.”
Master Goldstein placed the bags on the tray, crushed powder in some, pills in others.
“Franken-Stein. I like it.” He swept a gnarled hand through what was left of his golden mane. The charred scars of his face made him look like the monster he was becoming – or perhaps, had already become.
I may have missed the memoir part. *laughs nervously