#culdee

I should also note that I heavily referenced an edit made by TheSickSteven on Deviantart for this drawing

Godred couldn’t feel his hands. In fact, he couldn’t feel anything past his torso.

“He’s awake.” 

Godred’s eyes widened, recognizing the voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot the diminutive figure of Culdee, holding what looked to be a scalpel. Culdee held the scalpel in one hand and was chatting on the phone with the other. He sounded annoyed. 

“Yes, I used anesthesia.” “No, he doesn’t know.” Culdee’s eyes widened, and he sounded surprised. “You want me to tell him?” Godred looked away from Culdee, and around the room. It was white, and smelled of disinfectant. He spotted several trash bags, oozing a brownish liquid, and smelling faintly of decay. 

“...Culdee.” Godred spoke, his voice raspy from misuse. Culdee looked down at him, green eyes filled with pity, as well disgust, and another emotion. Godred found himself beginning to scowl, angry that his runt of a brother was looking at him like that.

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” He demanded, licking his suddenly dry lips. He didn’t know why, but Godred suddenly felt...apprehensive. Culdee smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile, but a vicious one. Godred watched as his little brother began to move towards where Godred was lying. 

“That reminds me,” Culdee began, in a mockingly sweet tone. “I forgot to tell you.” Godred glanced at the trash bags again, his brain was screaming at him to get up, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even sit up, no matter how much he struggled. Culdee’s smile widened as he took notice of this.

“You’re having trouble sitting up?” He chuckled darkly. “There’s a good reason for that. You see,” Culdee grabbed Godred’s chin, forcing him to look up into his little brother’s eyes. He jerked a thumb in the direction of the trash bags, where the smell of rotting things had grown stronger. Culdee smirked, “Mr. Richards gave me some surgical tools, anesthetic, this room, and you, Godred.” 

Culdee grabbed the blanket that was covering Godred, and pulled it off. Godred’s limbs, his hands, arms, legs, had all been surgically removed, leaving only Godred’s head and torso. Godred could see that Culdee had not only removed his limbs, judging by the neat stitch lines on his ribs. 

Culdee replaced the blanket, draping it over his brother’s mutilated body, with the mocking sweetness of a mother tucking her child into bed. He smiled, kissed his brother on the forehead, and walked away from the bed.