The Story of Lemmeania

Chapter 4: A Champion's Demise

I was in a panic. What have I done? There were corpses all around me. Whose were they? I couldn't have done this, nor would I ever try. "Why! How! When!" I shouted. I looked around the room I was in to see it painted in a deep scarlet red.My hands were soaked in blood. I could see my snout was too. I licked my teeth and just knew I had bit a few people. The worst part was... I liked the taste of itand smell. I could feel my heart still racing. It wanted more! It wanted more violence, more death. The feeling within me... it felt as though my deepest darkest desires were surfacing! 

I saw a small handgun next to me and felt the worst thought in my mind. Should I get rid of the monster inside of me for good? Of course, I should. The world wouldn't be safe with me alive. Was... there really a smile on my face right now? I was even enjoying the thought of killing myself! My new sadistic nature knew no bounds! I went to grab the weapon when someone gripped my arm. 

"Don't even think about it," a man said. He had deep wounds on his arm and his nose was bleeding badly. 

"Help me, please! I need you to tell me what I did and why! How many did I kill?! Shoot me if you need to!" I was yelling hysterically. Pain was in my voice. 

"Calm down ma'am, please. It's not your fault. It was just result of the growth serum; you couldn't control your anger. I'm just glad you fainted when you were aimed at me." He told me. I started crying. 

"How many innocent people did I kill? 100? 200?" I sobbed. He sat down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me close to his chest, I could feel his warm blood pour onto my fur, but it didn't bother me. He let out a heavy sigh. 

"It's ok. Half the people here aren't even innocent anyway. You're lucky you didn't get your suit yet or you probably would've killed more people." He spoke softly. Was a human was actually trying to comfort me?I calmed down and looked around the bloody room filled with dismembered body parts, counting the corpses. I totaled about 20 before I began to feel horrible andcry again. 

"How long was I on a rampage?" I asked, my voice was shaking. 

"Almost an hour, you slaughtered about sixty-something people." Did he say sixty? One was bad enough. I hardly even wanted to kill Kigo. Sixty? I just couldn't take the thought of it! I began to try and shake my way out of the man's arms. I wanted the gun, I wanted to end it all. However, the man's grip tightened, and I just didn't feel like fighting him off. I looked down at the floor and continued to stare at the pistol lying within my grasp. 

 "Kill me... please... just kill me already..." my voice became quieter, and tears ran down my face like a rushing river. 

 "No." 

"Why?!" I snapped. 

"because..." 

"Because you want me to kill more people? Or... YOU WANT ME TO LIVE WITH THIS HORRIBLE MEMORY? Well, DO YOU!?""NO!""THEN LET ME DIE!" I broke his grip and grabbed the gun. 

"WAIT, JUST LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY" The man tackled me, and the gun fell and slid away. I continued to cry, and my dog like whimpering began to grow louder. 

"LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO!" I clawed at the ground. Why did this man want me to live? I was such a monster, such a psychopath. Why? WHY? 

"DO YOU THINK THIS IS THE ONLY WAY?" the man asked me. 

"YES! I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS!" 

"SHUT UP! YOU CAN!" 

"NO!" 

"YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST ONE LIKE THIS!" The man shouted. I finally stopped truing to escape.

 Silence engulfed the room.