The Blood Thirsty Killer

Chapter 1

Narrator's POV.....

I walked from the hospital speedily,  greatly cross with how my 24 hours played out. Firstly my routine was messed up by an hour late alarm in the morning. Chasing after arriving early at work, I just wiped my face clean as well as my armpits to apply deodorant to atleast uphold a better odour. "Dang it!"that was me in the morning realising my drinking spree made me forget to prepare my nurse uniform last night. Fazed and still confused I put it on without ironing and tied my hair in a messy bun as I neglected my teeth by just a cup of Listerine mouth wash. I could feel my day was ruined already,  I mean I even skipped breakfast.  The rest of the day was spent on attending to meaningless hospital visitors otherwise up until the head nurse summoned me. She kept nagging and nagging (man I could tape up her mouth right now) about me being late as if it was my usual thing. I mean come on! This was a once off thing! I kept humming and giving out some mhmmm's so she can see that she has my attention until she told me I was getting night shift for 2 days as my punishment! I mean what the heck! (Ok sorry im cursing😂🔥) but come on! I had plans for the next 48 hours. My boyfriend Aron was taking me out since I had a busy week in the hospital. He was taking me out to the spa and miss wannabe was just capable of ruining my day and those coming forward just like that. I was seeing red right then so I stormed  out of the hospital making sure to bang the door as a statement. Oh she had to hear that all right. I let the outside wind consume me as I exhaled all the rage and inner cursing I was giving the head nurse (well screw her👿) . I want to believe I was 2 streets away from the hospital when I walked into the well denounced Carnier street, man that place is creepy. It's just so gloomy and lifeless and the people in it either have bangs to hide their face, multiple piercings or goth makeup. The street instantly gave a cold feel and I was met by a yellow police tape rounding a large portion of the street. The streets were crammed with a legion of residents all there to witness the flesh that laid lifeless on the road within the tape along with a group of officers. Come to think of it all these guys barely show interest in anything that is why their place is rarely looking lively nor are the streets usually as populated as today. Well today everyone stepped out of their houses and they gathered around the crime scene and as such I could not get a clear view. My rage just dusted off and my mind was set on the new curiosity to see what lies ahead as I wormed my way through the crowd,  stepping on a few toes but I finally made it through.  Oh how I wish I just stuck to my rage and paced on. I'm not quite a fan of movies, horrors to be precise but I swear what I saw would be an exact replica of what it would be. It took about five minutes to digest what my sight had fallen on. His face was completely marred to no recognition as he swam in his own pool of blood. You could predict he was one crafted man just by the bits of skin left on him but right now you'd not see him. You could see his jawline from an interval with the brawn on his face ripped off and drooping down. His gums were not given mercy as they were bloodied and cut ribstyle. No one had ever seen such a scene it was such a horrid scene. The corpse on the ground was mutilated limb by limb, his legs were cut off as well as the fingers of his hands. His eyes were gouged out too, leaving out a vacuum with no mercy left to his internal organs and it was evident from his axed tummy. I was guessing the weather was relating and seemed to comprehend the day's event because it just changed suddenly. The clouds gathered to bring a dark quality and they kept slamming into each other to thunder. The darkness brewed and brewed till my lenses started failing me too. The trees jiggled and withered as the leafs rattled and blowed along the street with a cold breeze , yes it was cold suddenly and my teeth clattered. Windows began to fasten and cups on the table clustered widely as it began to quake. Was all this signalling something?

Listen (more like read on)as I unfold before you the epitome of Bonnington.....

Ok guys this is my first chapter and I'm working to bring out something big here😂😂🔥!feel free to comment and give me a heads up on how to work this out! The narrator is on something here😂😂🔥....