Dangerous Sister - Part 2 of 2

(warning: gore)

“She crushed me inside her shoes and inside her rollerblades!” Cried Eric to his mom, she was holding him close and patting his head. “I almost died!” He continued between cries. “She didn’t care if I was breathing or not!” he continued to explain in details what her sister did during the evening so far. Eric had called their mom as soon as Sarah grew him back to normal size after she finished skating around with her friends. Their mom had to drop everything, drive back home to solve the problems while her husband and friends were still having a good time at the restaurant. 

“I am sure she just wanted to play, Eric.” Said Eric’s mother. “Plus, we all know that once shrunk it’s impossible to die like that, so you were perfectly safe.” She added, trying to calm down her son. 

“But Mom, you don’t understand, she was mean to me, she is always mean to me!” he pleaded. 

“Now now, Eric, come on, Sarah isn’t mean, she’s just a bit rough sometimes, but she’s not mean.” The mother said, looking and frowning at her daughter. Sarah just shrugged. “Next time she will be nice, hmm?” she added, both to reassure her son, and also to influence her daughter, giving her a firm stare is dissapointement.

“Yeah mom.” Said Sarah, but then she just shrugged again. “Can I go now?” she added

“Not yet. Now Ric, Mommy has to go back to the restaurant, she was supposed to have some time off and you can’t just call me like this. When there is a problem there is always a solution and I want you two to find the solution together. You’re both old enough to get along just fine.”

“I don’t want to be shrunk againnnnnnnnnn.” Cried Eric, holding his mother really hard. “Don’t’ leave me with her.” He continued crying. Sarah rolled her eyes. 

“Eric, she won’t shrink you again.” Said the mother. 

“Yes she will!” Eric pleaded, half in cries. 

“He’s such a baby.” Said Sarah, impatient and crossing her arms. 

“Eric, you’re sister is right, you’re acting like a baby now, get a grip a bit and help me here.” Said the mother, suddenly being quite impatient herself, wanting to go back and have fun with her husband and friends at the restaurant. 

“Please mom, stay here.” Eric said. 

“No. We already had this discussion. Sarah will babysit you like we agreed. And she will not shrink you again, right Sarah.” Said the mother. 

“But mom, he’s a brat, it’s the only way to keep him in check.” Said Sarah.

“See, she’s mean!” said Eric.

“You’re just a baby.”

“Leave me alone, bitch!”

“Enough!” blurted out Eric and Sarah’s mother. She pushed back her son, and he stood next to her. She pointed to him. “You, get a grip and stop acting like a baby.” She then pointed to her daughter. “You, be kind with your younger brother.” She sighed. “I am tired of this, I was supposed to have tonight and look what you’re doing. You’re both ruining my evening out. Is that what you both want? To ruin my night out? Hmm?” 

“No mom.” Said Sarah, she elbowed her little brother standing next to her. 

“….No mom… but…”

“There is no but! I’m going back to the restaurant and I expect you two to behave, Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes mom.” Said one. “Yes mom.” Said the other. 

“Now if you do goo I won’t tell to your dad, but if I hear that you two didn’t getting along well when we come back, you’ll have to refer to him.” Mother brandished the dad-will-get-involved threat and both kids just shut up. Their mother picked up her purse and put on her sun glasses for the last rays of sunshine of the day and she stormed out, got into her car and left. 

“I’m gonna bury you alive.” Said Sarah, a mean, deadly expression on her face as she grabbed her brother and immediately shrunk him. 

“Please Sarah, don’t do this!” Pleaded Eric screaming as he shrank down quickly again, for the second time of the evening. 

“But first, I’ll cut your legs and arms off with my ice skates.” Said Sarah, resolute to end her little brother’s life. She shrunk him to 3 inches tall instead of 1, and picked him up from his pile of clothes. All he could do is scream and cry, he was in sheer panic because he knew her sister would eventually kill him, he always knew, but he never really knew when she would do it. Seems like it was now. Sarah walked to the kitchen and grabbed a small cutting board, made of plastic. Their mom used to cut the tomatoes on that little board. She walked down to the basement, holding her small brother by the legs and her cutting board. 

“You hear our mom, worm! We’ll get along much easier when you’re simply gone.” She said. She duct taped her little brother’s body to the board, leaving his limbs free. She placed a big duct tape piece on his chest and belly. He struggled and tried to push her off, but he couldn’t do anything against his sister’s strength. He was now taped, and vulnerable on the cutting board, straight in the middle of it. And Sarah then walked back up to her room swinging her brother while walking. She placed the cutting board on her bedroom floor and went to her closet. She picked up her pair of figure skates, white with black sole and sharp unprotected blade. 

“Ironic hmm, first my rollerblades, now my ice skates.” She said. Eric didn’t know the meaning of the word she used, he wasn’t even half listening, he was screaming his lungs out until he lost his breathe and his vocal cords were sore. Meanwhile, Sarah was putting on her skates, sitting on her bed. She tied the laces on both skates and stood up, triumphantly and clumsily walked on the blades to the small cutting board she was about to torture her brother on. She lifted a foot, and brought down the cold blade on top of her brother who was panicking and seeing the entirety of his short uneventful life in his head. “You’ll never bother our family anymore, worm.” Said Sarah, applying some weight on her brother. The blade pushed him down it was laying flat on his body and face and the increased weigth cut Eric from his ability to breathe. The condensed molecules of his body carved in a little under Sarah’s full weight as she did some kind of arabesque on him. She then stepped off and position her blade on top of his arm left arm and leg. This time she didn’t just put some weight gradually, she almost hopped on full weight, crushing her brother’s limbs. They were resisting but Eric was in sheer ultimate pain. Sarah balanced her weight to her other foot and pulled on her foot to try and slice his limbs off. She did cut the skin of his body, which was now bleeding heavily. Eric found some more strength to scream, but he knew it was over, he knew his  dangerous sister would not back away from this. She did it again, slicing his flesh deeper. He screamed in agonizing pain and his left and leg were almost to the bare bone, bleeding intensely. Sarah brought down the teeth in front of the blade down on his shoulder and stood up on her tip toes to apply weight on her brother with the sharp edged teeth of the figure skate. She managed to dislocate his shoulder and the full weight down on her skate crushed his flesh in between cutting his arm off completely.

She giggled and dismember her brother slowly, biting her lips, an evil stare in her deep eyes. She used both feet, both blades. When she was done with all the four limbs, she picked them up in a tissue and balled them up to bury them later. All was left of little Eric was his body and head, cut off from his limbs, bleeding to death. Sarah removed her skates and wiped the blood off of the blades. She then removed the tape off her brother and picked up what was left of him with tissues. She knew he was still alive even if his mind had abandoned already, from the excruciating pain and the sight of his sister killing him. 

“I’ll tell them you ran away. They will never know. And we’ll be a much happier family without you.” Said Sarah. She put on her vans sneakers and brought her brother in the backyard and grabbed a shovel. She digged a small hole maybe 10 inches deep, and threw he brother in with his cut off limbs life if he was trash. Then, just before filling the hole, she stepped on him and buried the first inches over him by slowly added some earth with her feet. Then she finished the job with the shovel. 

Eric last picture of life was him down inside a hole, his limbs cut off and all wrapped in bloodied paper tissues, looking up at his cruel sister burying him alive with her feet. 

The end