A Name Without A Face

Chapter 14 {Monster}

I see now. This adrenaline while I bathed myself in red. Red.
Silent once more, the alarms stopped ringing, but the red lights still hindered my sight.
It all happened so fast, I was still trying to catch my mind up with my body. What did I just do?
My eyes scanned the room slowly, and I could see.
The soulless eyes, tormented with fear before their final moments. My hands were soaked in blood, and every so often, the electric sticks would crackle in the puddles of blood.
Did I do this?
Perhaps... I am a monster. Just a killer.
Despite that, I couldn't feel anything for those names.
I don't care. Perhaps I was just made to be a killer.
Stepping over the bodies, I exit the room into the pearl white hall, though it was perfect no longer as my feet trailed behind blood.
Hm, what is this?
This bothersome feeling in my chest. I couldn't quite understand it.
The alarm lights continued to flash, but nobody came to the call. There was nobody stopping me from simply walking outside. I allowed myself to continue down the hall.

Silence, still silence. I couldn't have been the only patient here but I couldn't hear a thing.
It was as though it had been cued, I heard footsteps behind me and before I even turned around, something had latched onto my leg.
Looking down, it had been a groveling man, face sticky with tears. How... Disgusting. "Please... Please..." His tired voice whimpered to me. How pathetic. How... Annoying. What kind of hospital would let a weak man like this simply walk free to bother who he pleased. "Eternal..." I muttered. The man seemed to freeze up at my words and I knew he knew. He never should have shown his face...
In a swift swipe, I felt my hand collide with with his head and the red soaking into the gown I wore. He lay still, moving no more. "Wasted..." As I finished, I turned away from the body to keep moving, finding the front of the hospital easier than finding the escape to the prison halls. An empty welcome desk met my view and as I stepped behind it, crates of clothes lay in wait. So this is where my suit had been kept? Each one labeled with a name so it was painfully easy to find mine and pull it out of the pile. Opening the lid, I emptied the contents onto the table. My shoes, my shirt, and my pants, all here. I pulled off and tossed away the bloodstained hospital gown to quickly replace my own clothes. This felt normal now, I felt like me... But... Who was I? Felt like me? What could that even mean?

A sharp pain suddenly seemed to strike my head and I struggled to stay on balance. Screaming echoed all around me, but it was only a single voice. A single voice erupting from... My very own throat. What was this? Why was I screaming? No, this wasn't me. I never screamed with such fear and pain. I seemed to see a bright light from above and whispering but it was all drowned out by the unimaginable pain.

Steering...

That name. Why wasn't I the one to... Gut them alive? Why did I ever agree to to feel this pain? Wait, no.
Not me.
It's not me!
I ripped myself from the memory and found myself once again in the hospital, standing right where I had been as if nothing had happened. What was I thinking? Of course that wasn't me. That wasn't me because my first memory...
I've never felt pain like that. So that wasn't me, right?
That person, strapped to the chair, crying out for their life. It had to be... Of course.

It had to be Hajime Hinata.