Tag, Your It!

Chapter 14

The last day Con't

Somehow I managed to tuck a knife in my pants behind jeffs back. I am back on the lawn in the middle on a small chair. I have had about ten interactions with the wolves in the last hour or so. They all complimented my looks and how my skin felt so smooth.

I try to avoid their touch they pull me back. The whisper dirty things to me. They make empty promises. They promise to make it quick. To not make me feel afraid. To draw as little blood as they can. They tell me all these thing whiles looking at me so hungry. So thirsty.

It feels like a thousand insects are crawling up my skin. Every touch makes me squirm. Every touch makes my nerves jump out my skin. Every touch makes my skin curl like a slug.

It is almost time and I have no plan.

I am running out of time.

The sun is beginning to set. The temper has drop. My sanity will go along with it.

How I manage to get out of this situation is one I must figure fast. They are twenty guess including christines family. Her brothers were running around somewhere unaware as to whats happening.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the hunt will begin shortly," christines mom speaks over the chatters.

I am hoisted out of my chair by jeff. His arms snake around my waste and he caries me like a prize. Like a trophy.

My heart is thrumbing through my chest. I'm beginning to panick.

I feel the weight of the knife at the back of pants pressing against my spine. It was now or never. I was not willing to be hunted and killed like a dog. I was not willing tp be sacrifices and tortured. I was not willing tp let men and women put their knives in my flesh. I was not willing to let them have the pleasure of tasting my blood. I was just not willing.

However, I was willing to hear them screamin agony. To beg and plead forgiveness and mercy.

So as jeff carried me across the lawn I did what I was willing to do.

I let my hands loose around my back and I grabbed the knife swiftly and plunged it in jeffs neck.

I have fallen to the ground. Jeffs body covering mine. His blood is everywhere. I open my mouth to breathe and his blood fills the hole. I am unwilling drinking his blood. I caugh several time.

I hear screams in the distance. Table being nocked over. People scattering.

I am up and I am crazed. I am the hunter and they are the hunted. I am the apex predator. They are the prey.

I feel my limps move on their own accord as I kill. Each stab wound deeper than the other. Each scream louder than the other. I run after them into the house and I stain it with their blood.

I plunge one to many stab wound into too many bodies. It is now a blood bathe. The shadows give me strength as they move with my body. As I fully accept them I gain even greater strength.

I am crazed. My mind is no longer mind. I have taken advantage of this body. I have accepted this twisted fate. I let the anger in as I twist the blade in yet another body. I do not care if they run I too will run. I will run after them. I will hunt them fpr the rest of their lifetimes.

My heart is beating fast. Adrelanine is coursing throught my vein. I begin to laugh and smile. I am crazed. I like this feeling. This feeling of hearing other scream and fear fpr their lives. I love it. I am the devils child.

The screams stop. Everything stills. I xan hear the blopd drip off the walls the house. I hear it pool around their bodies. I hear it drip from hands.

I stand and turn around. In all this caos there stood the two brother terror written all over their faces. I walk over to them and drop tp my knees.

I hold my bloody hands to both their faces.

"Hey guys can you help me with something," they do not back away instead they nod their heads.

We do the unforgivable. Well I do.

I ask them to gather the bodies leaving only jeff and their mother. We have yet to locate christines body.

I began to drown their bodies in vasoline the smell very much intoxicating. I tell the boys to sit around the table. I drag their mother along with me setting her up like a doll. The way I was set up. They way I was meant to be.

I move over in the kitchen and I set the table with food and we eat.

We eat. The boys eat and they fall asleep into a slumber. I set my plate aside.

I do not feel guilt. I do not feel sorry as I take their lives. As I set a matches to their bodies. As I smell flesh being set on fire. As I drag jeffs body and I begin to walk.

I walk and walk and walk and walk and walk and walk till i cannot anymore. I drop jeffs body to the dirt ground. I let myself loose and collaspe on the ground beside him knife still in hand.

I am exhausted. I lack sleep. I am tired.

I begin to loose controll of my eyelids. I begin to fall. I let myself fall and I welcome this darkness. I let myself go.

I sleep and I forget.