"Lego Head" by Tina Wingham

Lego Head

by Tina Wingham

The flickering light from passing cars slipped through the murky basement window, shining across the body I had tied to the bench in front of me. My neighbour this time. A woman with short fake blonde hair. An odd, square head—like a Lego figurine.

That at least would make her more memorable than the dozens of others who seemed to blur together. 

Having to do this in my basement always irritated me. Everyone else seemed to get warehouses or clean rooms. I got damp concrete, rust stains, and a rickety window that never closed properly, banging every time the wind decided to remind me it existed.

But back to Lego head.

I was providing a service. Maybe not to her, and service might be too strong a word, but it was a service. 

To me.

A way to stay in control.

A way to stay balanced.

A way to keep myself from exploding all over the cretins that lived around me, with their smug smiles and attitudes. 

I pushed the knife deeper into her flesh and waited for just a fraction of a second. There it was, the euphoria that finally crept over me. 

With each spurt of blood, more relief.

With each wave, peace cascaded through me. 

Eight, nine, ten. That was it my time was up, with the nearby lighter I heated up a knife and pressed it to her vein, cauterizing her with a delicious sizzle. 

I grabbed her short spiky hair twisting her weird square shaped head towards me, before slicing her check clean from her face and placing it carefully over the small hot plate next to the bench. A bit of pepper and salt and it would be perfect. 

Maybe I would feed it back to her and see how much she could eat before she finally succumbed to oblivion. 

Then she screamed.

That annoying high pitch screech that drilled through my head. So, I did what I do best. 

Sliced, and diced. 

The knife sliced through all the fat and muscle so easily until I hit that all important artery. Delicious, all that blood showered my skin, I danced in the rain of blood, the life I’d taken. I rejoined in the elixir of essence that once was and now will never be. 

This was what gave me release from the tension of the day. 

This is what soothed me from the monotony of country life. 

 Now came the arduous task of packing my meager possessions. cleansing my DNA from this building and moving on to pastures new. 

Fire ripped through the basement with a whoosh hungrily devouring everything in sight. With a sigh, I drove away not looking back. 

My future was ahead of me somewhere. 

Lego head had been fun to play with, and she HAD ended up eating both cheeks and a slice from her neck so that was fun. But it was all starting to get monotonous. 

***

As I pulled up to my new home, an old grain barn surrounded by thick green trees on the edge of some country town. I wondered how many more times I’d have to move before I got caught. 

If I ever did get caught. 

A movement from the back seat caught my attention, a strange square Lego head poked up from the foot hold staring at me. A younger version but still with that weird square head. 

Looks like the offspring followed me to my new home and lucky me, I now got to recreate her mother’s death. 

Even though I hadn’t tasted the mother, everyone knew lamb was tastier than mutton.