I'm breathing again. I'm moving again. My heart beats another song. My mind races another marathon, high fiving the thoughts that run with it.
My mind however, stops in the middle of the race. It turns and stares at one thought in the crowd.
The thought to murder Bob Velseb. The one who had murdered me. A cold, cruel man who took pleasure in his prey's screams. He enjoyed hearing my blood drip from the knife he held in his hand. I watched him lick the blood off as my vision faded to black.
The thought of taking a knife and stabbing that man in the eye is enough to give me joy. I can feel it in every bone, every fiber in my body. This has nothing to do with fear. This has everything to do with pure vengeance.
I know I have no choice but to go through with this. If I don't, I won't be able to move forward. There is nothing left for me in life. Nothing more than pain and suffering.
So I stand up and walk out of the alley where I found myself after being attacked by the monster that murdered me.
With each step, my resolve strengthens. With each step, my purpose becomes clearer. I find myself walking along the streets, looking for the man who had given me this mission in the first place.
As I look around, I notice people staring at me. I can tell they're whispering about me. They don't care if I hear them, though. I am far too dangerous to be ignored.
But I don't care. All of their words mean nothing to me now. I need only one thing from them. One thing they are willing to provide.
A weapon.
I spot the perfect place to get one soon enough. It's a small shop tucked between two tall buildings. I enter the building, trying not to make any noise as I do so.
There are shelves upon shelves of knives. Some are sharp and some aren't. Some are long, others short.
I scan the shelves until I find the one with the perfect length, the sharpest blade, and the strongest grip. Without hesitation, I snatch it and run out of the building. As I exit the store, I turn and look behind me, making sure that nobody followed me outside.
Satisfied that everyone else has gone their separate ways, I continue walking down the sidewalk away from the shops. My destination lies only a few blocks away, and I don't plan to stop there until I reach my goal.
The soft halloween wind blows my hair back, making way for my eyes to pierce my path and everyone around. I take a moment to look at my left arm, the hand that was once there now missing.
That sick b@stard.
I quicken my pace, searching down every alley I can. I have to find that smiling devil. I keep running until I see a flicker of red, and I slide to a stop, and I turn back to see, and there he is, Eating from a large bag of candy.
I don't hesitate as I run up to him from behind, plunging the knife into his back.
He drops the bag of candy, and slowly turns his head. His eyes widen, just a little, and I know already he's surprised.
I rip the knife out of his back, and he turns around fully. He grabs his own knife, blood still dried on it. I wouldn't be surprised if it was my blood.
Without hesitation, he slashes his knife across my chest. I almost laugh as I feel no pain.
"You can't hurt something that's already dead," I say. I notice the panic in the man as he realizes he can't stop me.
He attemps to run, but I grab him by the sweater, plunging the knife into my shoulder. It feels wonderful as he screams in pain. I pull the knife free, watching as the blood oozes out of his wound, dripping onto the ground beneath us.
I throw the knife down at his feet, then turn him around and shove him face first into the concrete. I stand above him with my knees on either side of his neck, pressing his face harder into the concrete. It looks like he's going to pass out any second. I turn him over, and I stare into his eyes. We hold that one more time before I plunge the knife into his neck. I stand up and walk away, listening to him choke on his own blood, the knife keeping him from gasping for enough air.
As I walk away, I hear his gargling getting quieter. I continue going forward as my feet lift from the ground, my body falling over and thudding behind me. I look back to my left arm, my hand now back, as transparent as the rest of me.
I don't care if the man dies or not. He finally felt the same pain as me. That's all I need for closure. All I need for peace.
