The Cannibals

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕤 by Hugo B. Marquez-Sanchez, (A parody to Stephen King's The Cannibals, an unfinished/unpublished novel.)

To whomever it may concern, 

        In the winter of 1942 I had done the inconceivable, a thing that I till this day have remorse for, ...as if I had a choice for the things I had done. Disgusting, I hate remembering. My thoughts were once clean and now... well, now I cant even think about things that once brought me joy. The things I did in the winter of 1942 had a occurred during the Holocaust and the Nazi reign. Forgive me for not just saying the things that had occurred, as I explained it is hard experience for me. In the winter of 1942 I murdered and consumed other humans.
In 1991 Nazi Germany was on a hot persecution of Jews. Anyone who 1/8 Jewish was sent to a concentration camp where they were killed or forced to work. My family and I heard about these events and we planned to hide somewhere before the german soldiers would come to look for us.
"Why are they against us, what have we done to them?", I asked my wife.
"Noam some people just... do not want to accept that others have different views on things such as religion, we should not hate them would should love and forgive them" she explains. Sarah then blows out the candle. I sit in bed thinking to myself about all the things that I now have to leave behind all the things I have accomplished. I fell asleep that night not know what was to occur the next day would scar me for the rest of my life.
       Its funny really. Even after all these years I'm still surprised that in one night everything can change and there is nothing you can do about it.
I woke up the next morning and hear chaos. My ear drums were blasted with loud blasts that had occurred from bombs. I rushed into a pair of shoes and woke up my wife Sarah. She was shaking. Uncontrollably. I had feared this would happen. My wife suffered from a disease that caused her muscles to tense up and caused epilepsy throughout her brain. I cried as I tried to calm her down. She did not calm down. Right now the next important thing was my kids. I had a 2 year old boy and 14 year old girl. I panicked down the hallway and got Noa, my boy and picked up Hannah, my girl. I dashed towards the stairs that led to the basement. I left my kids there and laid them on pillows that were I had put there for comfort in case we would need to hide.
        I enjoyed seeing the faces of my little angles that were smart and beautiful. My father had never been there for me, I was a disgrace to him. I told myself I would never be like that to my children. I had always kept that promise. It hurt me to see my father treat me and my sister the way he treated us. My sister lived a short life. My dad came home one night, drunk, my sister did not comply with his orders. His orders were to get on her knees and do things adults did. When she attempted to run away... my father grabbed her by the hair. He did what he wanted to do. He then proceeded to pull the hair out from my sisters skull when she made a struggle. I attempted to help her but my dad took a heated iron and pressed it against the side of my face, this burt my skin off almost completely. And my sister, she was cut into pieces.... and hidden in the walls of my house.
I ran upstairs trying to get to my room where my wife was presiding. I heard voices of men. I looked around the corner. Three Nazi officers were standing over my wife. They had dragged her into the hallway. I stared in awe. I could only watch as they began to laugh at the love of my life. They began to hit and kick her. Next they began to do things that upset me, a rage of fury grew in me. My mind suddenly had the thirst to kill, specifically the three men. I grabbed a glass shard from off the ground that way from one of the windows that broke. I dashed at the three soldiers. I stuck one down successfully slitting his throat. I approached the next soldier and stabbed hime in the shoulder her then pulled out a gun and smiled and said "Liebe ist kurz" then shot my wife in the leg. . I yelled and pushed the glass further. The third soldier rammed me into a wall we both collapsed down the stairs to the basement. His head bursted open and I presumed he was dead. I arose I now had a limp. I then began to walk up the 20 stairs to get to the first floor. BOOM!!!
             My ears still ring whenever I think back to this moment.
I woke up and noticed there were other people in the basement. I did not care for now. I ran up the stairs and attempted to push up upon the cellar like door. No use. I tried for another 30 minutes, I then saw my kids. I limped down the stairs to my kids and hugged them. I gained sense of reality. I looked around and saw three other strangers beside the Nazi, my kids and me. I asked who they were. One women said she was Hannah Bernstein, 26. A man that was some what muscular, Izack Sorenstein, 33. The last person was critically injured, Nijel Baurn, 54.
              After the events that occurred I  decided that he was the most rational out of the bunch.
We talked and Nijel seemed to be the only one who knew what happened. The germans bombed the building, all three saw this happening so they ran to the basement. Nijel's arm got shot before making it into the basement. Right then the who building was on top of the basement sealing it. My children woke up an hour later and I had to explain what has occurred.  They began to start asking what happened to their mom. I told them that she sacrificed herself so we could make it to safety. They began to cry so did we. Hannah came over to comfort the children and she helped. A few hours passed and we began to think about what we were going to eat. We discussed it, mostly escape plans, but I used cards to distract people from the hunger. Turns out Izack is one of the best there is. We enjoyed the moments we could.
              Soon there would not be any moments...
The conversation came again. I finally brought out a piece I had salvaged before I was knocked out. We split it six ways, I gave mine to my little boy, he needed it. 5 more hours passed. HUNGER. THIRST. We were going insane some of us literally. I meant Izack. Izack was starving and could not take it anymore. He began to spew ideas out. One suggestion  that stuck me hard was EAT EACH OTHER. I could never and would never. That is another human and doing that just felt wrong. We stopped talking the next day. Nijel said it would be best to attempt to remove the rubbish that was on top of the door that was preventing our exit. We tried and tried. It was no use, we did not have the energy nor materials to perform the operation. Izack kept talking about food.
"We are all going to die, don't you get it we cannot depend on hop anymore, we all know what it is going to come to and our only way of surviving is through the unspoken way" Izack explained. I hated to say it, but I agreed, my children would die if they did not eat soon. We all talked about it. Hannah had matches and there wood to start a fire. The first nomination for the chopping block was the nazi soldier. He had not moved since he fell down the stairs.
          Now I wish I would have finished what I had started this might have been the guiltiest death that occurred mainly because it was so torturous.
I grabbed his left arm and Izack grabbed his right and brought him to a corner. My children were sound asleep. Hannah was next to them so if they woke up they would not have to see the horrific place where the food that would fill their stomachs come from. We took a pocket knife and began to cut off his left leg.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH". The German man was alive. We were cutting him alive. Izack quickly took the knife and started to cut off his head, I turned away so I would not have to see what had been happening just inches away from me. Izack attempted to cut off the mans head, he was unsuccessful, I thought because I could still hear the muffled screams of the Nazi soldier. I turned around for a quick look, the man had almost all of the front of his neck Sliced open. His throat had been mangled by the blade.  The muscles appearing to be trying to leave the man. Blood was gushing all around and splattering into the corner. I turned back around I could not bear to watch, may god forgive us for what we are doing. Then the screaming stopped it had been done. The once somewhat handsome Nazi soldier was now dead, his face looked as if it had seen the devil.
          I prayed to god that day, to wish that it would not have to come to that. However, I did what had to be done. I am not sure if there is a God, all I do know is there sure as hell is evil.
I bare not tell you the horrific process of how we dismantled the man into bits and strips of meat.
We slept with our stomachs full that night, thats the least that can be said. I woke up and that day there fell silence. Even between the children, though they did not know what happened. We all just stared at each other. Silence.
          Today I despise Silence. Silence was the one thing my mind could not handle. Even now I have my radio on so maybe I do not go crazy. In the day Silence way poison the killed me very slowly and drove me crazy. In the night it was different. Silence was not the one that bothered me, no.... it had been the Dreams. Dreams, well... nightmares. These nightmares I could not explain, confusing they were, I still only remember fragments of the story playing in my mind that was now rewinding on a new player, my memory.
The Silence had stayed, not a peep. All that could be heard that day were very quiet gun shots. I almost had forgot what was happening with the world around us. The persecution.  My family now forced to live in a basement with strangers, no food, and all this because of different beliefs and discrimination.  This filled my heart with hate towards the people or specifically the Nazi's of Germany. I longed to get revenge. Sarah. I had just remembered. She was immobile and having a seizure. Since the building had collapsed... she could be crushed between the aftermath above us. I began to cry. Silently. I fell asleep with my thoughts and tears that night, the only things that were not my kids that I had.
          That night now that I think about it something was different. The Silence that had been heard throughout the day was being countered. Yes, yes. I now remember the night. Chatter, I heard. Chatter between the others, I of course was not involved, I do not know what they were talking about all I remember is chatter.
I arose from my slumber. I was tied to a large pole like pipe that was partly for the foundation and for sewage. I saw the mouths of two people, one was a women and one was a man. Mouths drenched in blood, but who's. I began to panic, "Had they been eating me?" I thought. No I checked around and checked my body and saw that I had been unscathed.  They took their attention off me, and back to the flesh that they had been consuming. I looked around the room more and noticed two people had gone missing. My face went pale and I began to cry I screamed at them. Nijel had been missing. My eyes were now open, I noticed the body of a man thats chest was cut open. I stretched my neck to see, his chest was empty, blood was around the corpse.  I stared in awe. Hannah and Izack had been eating him. The old mans body was no longer a body now just can be compared to a hallow hole or a suitcase. Raw, it was still raw. They did not even care if it was cooked or not. They feasted on the flesh of the man and dug their hands into his body and pulled out more of his meat.  The second body, was that of my second child, this brought me great sorrow. My only son... was now dead. Consumed by strangers that I barely knew. This was insanity. My mind had reached the point where I could not take it anymore.
         Could you handle this the feeling of pain and hatred that consumed and filled my body.

To be continued...