Rorty: Part 4
By Mark Quinn
“But I can’t kill anyone,” says Christian with a shocked look on his face as he starts pacing up and down rubbing his agitated hands together.
“Christian, Christian, think of the money,” replies Rorty with a sympathetic look on his wooden face.
“What on earth did that woman do to you that was so bad she’d have to die?”
“I gave her something that I want to give to you Christian. A few months ago when I was just a solid wooden spoon lying in a box of hundreds of other wooden spoons something sparked inside my little wooden heart. I wanted to give someone a wish, and Christian, I can only give out one wish.”
What Christian didn’t know was that a few months ago in downtown Stockholm – when Rorty was just a manufactured wooden spoon with the article number 654.987.90 and a product name of Rort – on death row was inmate number, 65498790, named, Clint Jerk, one of the world’s most infamous serial killers of over 45 men, women and children.
That day he was being hanged by the neck until he was dead. Before the rope broke Jerk’s neck, he screamed out, “I will be back to avenge every one of you. I am Clint Jerk and I will not rest till I kill one hundred.”
Then SNAP, Clint Jerk no more – well not in human form. Something evil happened that day that can’t be explained in this story. But one Rort wooden spoon came to life and it needed blood spilling, it needed death to make this ordinary wooden spoon live and have all the evil in the world channel through the spoon.
Rorty was born that day as pure evil.
But for Rorty to move and talk it needed death. It needed someone to die, so he channelled his evil into Mary Hort, sales assistant in the bedroom department. He promised her one wish in exchange for spilled blood. And boy did she spill blood, crushing blood infact.
New co-worker, Jonny, was placing waste cardboard in the cardboard compactor when Mary, hungry for her wish, saw her opportunity.
Jonny screamed for his life that day.
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