Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Three

I stood in the dark room, my hands shaking uncontrollably. The cold, wet cement beneath my bare feet sent chills down my spine. I heard a loud crash and turned my head to the side, straining my eyes to see. In the corner sat a large man, hunched over. Oh, I wished for blood—so much blood. My body was covered in bandages, that old man. He kept sealing my cuts, and I wanted to drink. The bandages were stained red; I needed more. I stepped closer to the man.

"Do you want me to kill you?"

He looked up at me, tears rolling down his face.

"Yes, please. End my suffering."

"Would you like to join the Crimson Nightmares?"

"N-no."

"Why?"

"You don't understand. Please kill me."

"As you wish."

I pulled out a knife and held it up to his throat.

"Thank you."

I pushed the blade into his skin, cutting through the thick muscle. Blood poured out, dripping onto the floor. I let the warm liquid wash over my hand. I smiled and licked the blood from my fingers.

"Oh, it tastes so good. Thank you."

The man smiled, his life slowly fading away. I held his head against my chest, stroking his hair. I felt his pulse slow, then stop. I stood up, looking down at the man's corpse. His eyes were closed, and he was completely still.

"Don't worry, you'll get your revenge."

I picked up the knife and cut off the man's head. I placed it on a table and began carving out the eyeballs. The eyes were my favorite part. They were so juicy, they were bursting with flavor. I placed them in a large jar full of other eyes. I had spent years perfecting a storage agent that could keep the eyes fresh. Now I had an entire jar full of fresh, ripe, juicy eyeballs. I walked over to a shelf and took a box down. Inside was a small jar full of green liquid. I poured it on the severed head and watched as the skin began to melt. The muscles and organs slowly dissolved into the liquid. It was almost done.

"This is my gift to you."

I walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a large jar. Inside was a thick red liquid. Blood. I held it in my hands and walked back to the head. I pulled out the knife and cut the top off. I placed the knife inside the head and poured the blood in. The blood flowed freely into the container, filling it up completely. I put the top back on and held the jar to the light. The blood was bright red, and it swirled around in the glass. I could feel the energy radiating from the liquid. I smiled and put the jar back on the shelf.

"Here's a taste of what awaits you."

I took the lid off the jar and dipped a finger in the liquid. I licked my fingers, savoring the sweet, metallic taste. It was perfect.