Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Fifteen

Oh, I wanted to kill that boy so bad. He looked so delicious. I knew that wouldn't make me look good, but I was so hungry. Maybe I should go out on a killing spree to fill up my bottles. Ya, that sounds nice.

I walked out of my house and climbed up the ladder. Sitting on the roof was one of my favorite things to do, but the hunger in my stomach. was burning through my body. I jumped from roof to roof until I was at my bestie's house. "Open up, fucker!"

"Coming Eliz!" I heard him scream out. The door flung open, and he stood there in a red vest and black pants, a long, oversized black jacket flung over his shoulders. "Hi, what is it?"

"Gérald, hi! I need more blood."

"You already got your payment for our last mission."

"No, not from you, although yours is so tasty. I need to kill others."

"Need my help?"

"Hell yeah, I could do it by myself, but I can't drive a car, and I don't feel like driving my motorcycle." He burst out laughing and had to hold on to the door to stop himself from falling.

"Shut up. Alright, I'm heading out right now. If you want to help me, I'll go buy some more of whatever you need when I get back. I'll be gone in about an hour."

"No way. You will be gone so much longer than that."

"I swear to God. I just want to have some fun. I want to kill some people. You want to join me?"

"Fuck, yes. I'm done with my errands for the day." He grabbed his keys and his gun from his leg holster and walked over to the new, slick black car.

"Let's go kill some shit."

"Deal."

We both got in the car and drove out into the moonlight.

He turned to me and asked, "How many do you need?"

"The flasks?" He nodded and turned down a darker street. "Maybe seven?"

"Seven," he said again. Gérald started to speed up, and we were driving hard in the direction of the more rundown and dangerous part of Chicago. It was about a forty-minute drive, but I was ready to go. He stopped at a street with about nine people walking around; all the shops were closed. Look to the left, look to the right; no cops, let's do this.

"No cops,"

"One less problem." He smiled and loaded his gun.

"Let's make it quick." He nodded and opened his door.

I kicked my shoes off and started running for my next victim. I flew through the night to see a mother and her child. The night was so beautiful, and the blood was rushing through my veins so well. Oh, children's blood tastes so good.

I walked up to the two, and without even thinking, I shot the mother and sunk my teeth into the boy.

"What the hell! You said you were going to fill up your flasks!"

"I changed my mind!"

"Shit. No, you are only getting your seven flasks."

"You fucker! But fine." I stuck a tube into the boy and the other side into a flask. One done. I turned to the mother; the blood was flowing out of her and making a mess on the sidewalk. Oh god, I stuck another pipe into the woman. Two done. "Hey, Eliz! Everyone else is dead! Come do your thing with the pipe, tube, whatever." He opened his bottle of pills and tosed four of the half white and half red circles in his mouth.

I stopped and looked at the last girl walking with her husband two streets ahead; they hadn't noticed the blood and guts a street away, which was quite concerning. I looked at her, smiled, and walked up to her, slamming the tube into her side. A red liquid blast out "Eliz, yeah. This is a thing of beauty." I nodded and ripped a chunk out of her neck. Her mouth opened, and I plunged the pipe into her blood-filled mouth. He crumpled to the ground before he could scream.

"You welcome." Gerald laughed, slipping a white and red pill into his mouth.

"I changed my mind." He arched his eyebrow.

"Do you want your flasks now?"

"No, no, no. I want to eat some more."

"Here you go. But don't drink all of it."

"So I guess you killed your share of people too, huh?"

"Yes, now let's go and get some food."

"You know, I only use one bullet per person, and I think I'm a better shot than you."

"Let's just say you're wrong and I'm right."

"I'm going to have to ask you to shut that bullshit up, chief." He laughed, putting the gun back in its holster. "There is no way you can compete with my aim." My phone stared to ring; it was Chuuya. He was the one with all the guns and bullets.

"Hello,"

"Hi, it is me, Chuuya."

"What is it?"

"That child you brought is a crimson nightmare."

"He is a crimson." I was yelling into the phone. Gérald gave me a confused look.

"Yes, he is addicted to a toxic chemical called benzene."

"How did you find out?"

"The nurses were panicking when they couldn't find him. They found him in the lab, drinking it. He is alive, and the chemical didn't cause any harm."

"Do you know what his advancement is?"

"Mabey sight or strength, but as you know, we can really tell till they are older."

"Yes, your right."

"Where are you?"

"West Garfield Park, but we'll head out."

"Why the fuck are you there?"

"That is of no importance, but I needed to kill some people for their blood."

"Alright, but get back here as soon as possible. Oh, one more thing, the boss is in a bad mood."

"Thank you; Gérald is with me."

"Ok," He hung up as he looked at Gérald.

"What is it?"

"The boy is a crimson; he is addicted to benzene. His ability is unknown."

"We need to get to the base. Come on. Pass me the flasks." I handed him the flasks as we walked away from the blood-soaked street.

"All right, let's go." I looked down at my hands; they were cold in the night. Oh, how badly I messed up. Bring that child to the mafia. I should have just killed him. Damit! How are you this fucking stupid? Gérald noticed my anger building and placed a hand on the top of my head.
"Eliz, it will be fine. It wasn't your idea to bring him back here. They wouldn't blame you. I don't blame you." I faked a slight smile and got in the car. Fuck, I don't know what to do. Should I go and find the kid, kill him, and then run? Oh, I hate children. Those pests.