Crimson Nightmares

Chapter five

I stared down at the lifeless body, blood pouring from the man's open mouth. I licked the blood from my fingers and sighed. I'd killed him too quickly, not even taking the time to drain his body of blood. I looked at the pool of blood surrounding the body; it was such a shame to waste it. I knelt and plunged my hands into the warm liquid, the smell of copper filling my nose. I lifted my arms, letting the blood drip from my fingers, before wiping them on the back of my hand. Maybe I should go out again today. But they would be out there. The police, oh, those horrid people. It's all about taking me and locking me in that dungeon. They thought the hospital was where I needed it. No, I need to run free. There is no age for us. No age to blood. Oh, there will never be an end to me and my friends. They would come after me soon, but I could outrun them if they could even catch me. I was faster and stronger than any of them. They didn't stand a chance against me.

I pulled off my clothes and stood naked in the middle of the room. I stretched and rolled my neck. I looked down at the body on the floor. It was a pity I had to kill him so quickly. Maybe I would go back to him later. He could be useful; he might know something about the police. They were a group of people who hunted down monsters like me. They didn't care what you were; they just wanted you dead. They were relentless; they would chase you down until the end. Even if you killed them, more would come after you. I'd been on the run from them for years. It was exhausting, constantly running and hiding. I was sick of it. Maybe it was time for a change.

I grabbed a red coat with black details and slipped it on. The leather was soft and smooth, and the sleeves were long and flared out at the wrists. I tied the belt around my waist and tucked my knife into my boot. The blade was cold against my skin; it sent shivers down my spine. I smiled and brushed my hair back, pulling it into a ponytail.

"That's better."

I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. I grabbed a flask from the cover. I dipped it in the bucket of blood and filled it up. I drank it greedily, the thick liquid flowing down my throat. I felt my body become stronger, my senses sharpen, and my mind become clearer. I felt invincible.

"I'm coming for you."I stared down at the lifeless body, blood pouring from the man's open mouth. I licked the blood from my fingers and sighed. I'd killed him too quickly, not even taking the time to drain his body of blood. I looked at the pool of blood surrounding the body; it was such a shame to waste it. I knelt and plunged my hands into the warm liquid, the smell of copper filling my nose. I lifted my arms, letting the blood drip from my fingers, before wiping them on the back of my hand. Maybe I should go out again today. But they would be out there. The police, oh, those horrid people. It's all about taking me and locking me in that dungeon. They thought the hospital was where I needed it. No, I need to run free. There is no age for us. No age to blood. Oh, there will never be an end to me and my friends. They would come after me soon, but I could outrun them if they could even catch me. I was faster and stronger than any of them. They didn't stand a chance against me.

I pulled off my clothes and stood naked in the middle of the room. I stretched and rolled my neck. I looked down at the body on the floor. It was a pity I had to kill him so quickly. Maybe I would go back to him later. He could be useful; he might know something about the police. They were a group of people who hunted down monsters like me. They didn't care what you were; they just wanted you dead. They were relentless; they would chase you down until the end. Even if you killed them, more would come after you. I'd been on the run from them for years. It was exhausting, constantly running and hiding. I was sick of it. Maybe it was time for a change.

I grabbed a red coat with black details and slipped it on. The leather was soft and smooth, and the sleeves were long and flared out at the wrists. I tied the belt around my waist and tucked my knife into my boot. The blade was cold against my skin; it sent shivers down my spine. I smiled and brushed my hair back, pulling it into a ponytail.

"That's better."

I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. I grabbed a flask from the cover. I dipped it in the bucket of blood and filled it up. I drank it greedily, the thick liquid flowing down my throat. I felt my body become stronger, my senses sharpen, and my mind become clearer. I felt invincible.

"I'm coming for you."