Short Stories Volume 2

Blood Memories

In 1628, the discovery of blood circulation led to the first attempts of blood transfusion. By 1818, the first successful transfusion of human to human was performed. Since then, there have been many medical advances in the procedures that add to the success rate. The biggest one of all was that of artificial blood, no longer it coming from a human source.

At first, this was thought to be impossible due to the fact that a.b. was only designed to carry oxygen and carbon dioxide. It lacked the other vital functions such as coagulation and immune defense. But through more discoveries, advances and to put it in simpler terms, trial and error, they made fully functioning a.b.

Of course it was a miracle but that meant it was much easier to attain and perform on the patient given that it was guaranteed to be their blood type and it was absolutely clean. However the real reason why so much effort was to put into the research and production of a.b. was that the medical industry hid the truth of those who had ever received blood transfusions.

While fusions come with their own risks and the majority very successful, there is one thing that every single one of the patients that has ever had a transfusion has reported the same thing.

Hours after the procedure, be it in dreams as they slept or when they were awake they were experiencing what they thought were hallucinations of some sort. Even though they had no history of it or any other mental illness. It wasn't as if we could count it as mass hysteria or whatever the correct term is called. They didn't all rush into the emergency room. None of them were reporting the same thing. In fact, each person had seen or experienced something completely different from another.

The pieces didn't start getting pieced together until one patient had to be restrained by hospital security for attacking a member of a family as they sitting in the waiting area. Official police reports say that the man simply had a mental breakdown, either due to receiving bad news or was not taking his medication as instructed. I didn't care for the lie. I just know what I heard and what I saw.

When the man was attacking the other, his words were clear. Every time his fist made contact with his face he shouted, You monster! You're the reason she's dead!

The hate in his eyes and words were genuine. His last words before he was sedated literally were that she wouldn't stay buried forever.

See the problems with most people is that they only look to one side. From just looking at the one, his anger and rage a lone could easily be chalked to insanity. If they bothered to turn their heads a little more to the left, you'd see the eyes of the man who was attacked. One look is all I needed to see that he was guilty of something.

When he looked up at me, he knew I knew!

That night I was sitting in my home going through every file I had gathered hoping to find what I suspected to be true. Only instead of google maps popping up it was the man who was attacked at the hospital.

I've never been an active person. I'm not one of those who spends all their time at the gym either. So the fight was over pretty quick, but that's not to say I didn't get lucky with a good swing of the kitchen knife like I was Michael Meyers. In doing so, I unknowingly stumbled into finding out the truth in the most unconventional matter ever.

As he ambushed me, I made sure to scream and shout as loud as I could. Trying to get the attention of my neighbors, hoping that they would call the cops or something. If the screams didn't alert them then me stumbling around trying to get him off my back as I made my way to the kitchen breaking things along the way would.

I had to fight through the pain of whatever sharp object he was stabbing my body and arms with. My last ditch effort to get him off me was to toss my body sideways against the small island counter, hoping that the impact of him hitting first would set me free.

Well it worked!

Though it sucked a majority of my remaining strength. That left me pathetically crawling to the drawer that held the knives. I reached them about the same time that he did to me. Both of our weapons coming down on each other's bodies. Both of us in a fury for survival. Pay back's a bitch! I aimed right for his stomach as he climbed on top of me. Not once or twice but repeatedly digging the knife further in until he collapses on me.

Pushing his limp body off of me, I try to crawl over to the phone. Only to collapse myself. Then I see it all.

I see the hands that held her head below the water. There wasn't a scratch on them since they were they same hands that put something in her sippy cup to make her unable to fight back until the current carried her away.

The thing that woke me up was the sound of the machine beeping. I hadn't been out long. A second after I collapsed on my kitchen floor, the front door was opened and officers along with the paramedics were able to save me. My neighbor had indeed called the cops with the first scream. They had stayed on the phone the entire time so there's a record of the call and you can hear the fight in the background. By some unforutnate miracle, they also manage to save the prick as well.

Knowing what I had seen when I was asleep and what I had gathered in my research for the truth, I knew almost exactly where that asshole had taken her. As soon as the police came to talk to me, I told them everything. I lied a bit, saying how he had confessed to me while he was trying to kill me otherwise I would look just as crazy as the man from the hospital.

It took a week to find her little body. The river had taken her but not very far. Her remains were intact due to having not hit the rapids just yet and the lack of predators in the area. The cold weather also halted decomposition but three months is still a long time. However the nail in the coffin was the autopsy.

The bastard had said that he and his little girl had gone camping and sometime in the night when he went to go take a piss she wandered off. People were sympathetic and bought into his worried father act. But that was his story. She wandered off. So how would a piece of his bracelet get into her stomach if he not only he had it on him the entire time and he wasn't with her during her disappearance?

With his fake confession and the autopsy, story meet monkey wrench. It wasn't long afterwards that he finally confessed for real to the police to the murder. All because he didn't want to pay child support. The trial went foward and he was sent to prison. Life moved on. I didn't, not really.

I had spoken with the doctor who operated on me because I had gotten sick with hives, itching and a fever because so much of his blood was spilled onto me and entered my body through my wounds. Hearing him say that proved what I had been thinking all along. What the medical industry had been hiding.

There was something in our blood, something more than just DNA that carried memories. Those people were not hallucinating anything. They were just experiencing a memory that was not there own. For some it was good, but for others like that poor man, they witnessed something awful.

This story is what I would think would happen if humans were able to access blood memories the way creatures of the supernatural could.

I mean Underworld and such kinda gave us a peak of what that might look like but can you imagine if that shite were true. How many dirty secrets would be uncovered? Or would it be a cover-up?

What do you think?