The young genius Jeff Andonuts looked around him, and at all of the scattered jars and biological equipment he'd assembled in his latest venture. His eyes stoped at one piece in particular.
Jeff glared at the beautiful creature: a magic butterfly in a cage
on his workbench. Tear streaks lined his face and his mouth was twisted
in a grimace of pain and anger.
He calmly lifted the latch on the cage door, slid his hand inside,
and placed it over the butterfly. The insect didn’t move except for to
shift its wings gently. Jeff pressed a little. He took a deep,
shivering breath,
“Poo…”
He pressed harder, pinning the butterfly to the floor
of the cage,
“Paula…”
The terrified bug struggled to get out from under
Jeff’s hand, but he put all the pressure he could onto it, crushing the
delicate wings under his fingers and smashing the body under his palm,
“Ness…”
Jeff wished he could’ve heard the butterfly scream when he
crushed it. He hoped it felt every moment of its death.
Jeff pulled his hand from the cage and wiped it down the front of
his coat, streaking the wet remains of the butterfly across it. He
pulled his arm back and backhanded the cage across the room. It hit the wall
and broke into pieces that formed a heap on the floor. Jeff closed his
eyes tight and clenched his fists. He tried to remember what it was
like before.
When he had friends.
