The Tale Of Kitsuna

(Gore warning)

2 hours later, I heard movement coming from the table. Closing the book I had in my hands. I looked up at my father, that looked around confused.

"It took you 2 hours to wake up," I said to him. My face must have been scary for him because he started to pale when he saw me.

"What do you think you are doing! Let me go, murderer!" He tried to sound confident, but his voice was breaking.

"I must say your notes are well written. I only read this for 2 hours, and I already understand how I can give you the most pain without killing you." I smiled at him and showed him the book I was reading to him.

"That is my life's work. You can't read that."

"So what? You don't have a lot of time left, dumb ȧss." I could feel how my smile got even bigger. His eyes widen at my statement. Putting down the book on the table. I looked at the operation instruments. That I already got ready for my self to use. "Let us see, aah, this can work." Picking up a scalpel. I looked back at him and saw he was starting to cry.

"I am your father. You can't do this to me." He was already full of snot and tears.

"You're a coward, no backbone. I haven't done anything, and you are already in this state." Shaking my head in disappointment. Looking around the table, I found a buŧŧon that I knew very well what it does. Pressing it, the table started to shift. Chains came out at all the points where straps were. The upper body, the wrists, and ankles. The table he was on started to descend downwards to the ground, and the chains started lifting him in the air. After a while, it was possible to walk completely around him.

"No!? Let me go! I promise I will never hurt you again." I didn't even care anymore to look at him. Walking in front of him with the scalpel in my hand.

"With the reading, I have done in the last 2 hours. I could see you were a great doctor and knew what will hurt someone and what won't hurt as much. It all comes to how to hold your scalpel. Like this." I took the scalpel in a certain direction. I sliced his knee, not deep enough to reach the bone but just enough to scratch his nervous system.

"Aah!?" He screamed.

"The funny part is that scratching or just poking the nervous system of a human body is worse than cutting it off. Why am I telling you this? You were the one that wrote the notes after all." Shrugging to myself. I went on to the other knee and did the same. Having 10 years of the experience feeling this pain. I knew how he felt, but I didn't care. He needed to pay for what he has done.

Every time I was cutting something, I called it out and then sliced. Every cut earned me a scream from him, and after a while, I started enjoying the sound of him screaming in pain. 30 min later, all his nervous system has been poked or scratch by me.

Taking a step back, I saw that most of the bleeding already stop. There were at least over 100 cut marks with dry blood on them. Shifting my gaze back to a table that all the things he had that he hurt me with. There was a lot of thing on it like short swords, pipes, and drills. Smiling to myself, I walked to the table and picked up the short sword. Walking back in front of him, I showed him the sword and said.

"Do you remember what you did with this one?"

"No, please stop. I can't take it anymore. It hurts." I could hear he was desperate. I couldn't see his facial expression because his face was full of dried blood.

"It hurts? Then why did you do it to other people if you aren't ready to feel it yourself? Remember this for your next life Father. If you do something against someone, you must accept it if they do it to you. If you kill someone, you must be ready to be killed. You may fight back, but you are not allowed to complain. Remember that." With my last words, I struck at his ribs, making a deep cut that started pouring with blood. Moving down, I did the same with his stomach area. This time it was deeper, making his internal organs became visible. I smiled at my own work. I was brought out of my thoughts when his body started convulsing. Looking at him, I saw blood coming out of his mouth. "No, you are not going to die that easily!?"

I pulled his head down and opened his mouth to see that he bit his own tongue. I tried to get it out, but it was too late, and he already died. "FUCK!?" I was furious and took the sword and started swinging and cutting at his body into small pieces. Starting at his feet. I moved up and did his hands as well. Afterward, only his head and upper body were left. "You took the easy way out. If I ever meat your soul again. I will destroy it into a million pieces. I promise this on my mothers' name, Ava Adachi," After my statement. I cut his head off. Looking down on the floor, the only thing you saw was blood and body parts. You could see a hand, feet, organs, and more.

I felt dejected; I couldn't make him feel all of the pain I have felt over the 10 years. Thinking about what I could do to feel better, my gaze landed on the door that I have never entered. I was never allowed to enter it. Walking towards the door.

When I entered, I knew why he never let me in here. The room was full of CCTV cameras and a screen showing what was going on in the entire building live.

"So this is how he always caught me when I tried running away."

I tried many times to run away, but he always found me. I would always faint from something in this building. Now I know why. He had a way to release gas into the building that makes people dizzy, sick, or faint. Looking through the room, I saw there was a way to shut the building down and release gas that would make you faint, dizzy, or sick.

"It seems that the people that worked for him knew what he has been doing to me. It seems that I still have some punishing to do." I smiled and started locking the building down. After the entire build was locked down, I released the gasses. I looked at the hazmat suits that were against one of the walls and smiled to myself.

The next thing I knew, I was standing between corpses that were ripped apart with our family's katana in my hand. I didn't remember anything about the massacre that I just pulled off. All I knew is that I needed to run before anyone comes and find this. I ran towards the apartment with everything I had. While I was running, all I could see were bodies or what was left of them. They were so mutilated I couldn't even recognize them. All I knew is that I caused this.

Reaching the apartment, I went to my room and took a shower to get all of the blood off. Throwing everything in a duffel bag that I will need, I thought about how I am going to live after this.

'I can't stay as the son of Dr. Adachi. The great thing is I can stay with my name and surname. Because the Adachi name is widespread and my name as well. All I need to change is my birth parents. I will think about that later. I need to fake my death first.' I thought to my self. Walking to my fathers' office, I found that his safe was open and there was money inside. I didn't care how much it was. I just dumped it in my duffel bag with everything else.

After searching for a while, I found a hidden exit and a lot of fuel cans. Throwing all the fuel cans at the support pillars. After that, I made a fuel trail towards the hidden exit.. Lighting the fuel on fire, I made I run for it.