Dark drabbles

Breaking Free

Something's scratching it's way out. Something that was locked away in the binds of time. The part of me that I wanted to forget. The monster, the demon. Everyone has one, though some are closer to the surface than others. Some are better at hiding while some have been bond together with their human, unleashing utter hell. These are the creatures who have lost all control, giving in to the bloodlust. Plunging the silver blade into any chunk of flesh they can get their hands on. Basking in the satisfaction of killing the living. Relishing the screams, the cries for help. Loving the metallic taste of the thick crimson liquid poring from the lifeless bodies of their victims. This is the personality of our demons, and mine is breaking free.