Murdered by a saint.

Powers of the Devil

This morning I awoke with a burning sensation residing in my throat, and a tingling feeling slightly prickling my fingertips.

My head turned from side to side, rocking it against the wooden planks of my floorboards. Heavily picking myself up, I tightly grip onto my counter top. Standing on my feet I suddenly start to cough, hacking and hacking until a warm liquid starts to fill my mouth.

Quickly stumbling towards my sink I spit out the black tar, but once I see it start to pulsate I can only watch in horror.

It's alive.

It's alive and it's inside of me.

Am suddenly jerked away from the grotesque mess I've spewed out of me by three repeated knocks at my door, about five minutes of complete silence passes before I hear them again; but this time there followed by a small familiar voice.

"JC? JC? It's me, you home?"

When I hear the lock on the door start to jingle, I rush back behind me toward the sink. Quickly flipping the faucet on, reluctantly I use my hand to shove it deeper into the sinks drainer. Immediately i shut it off at the moment Jennifer pops herself into the doorway.

Standing there ever do rigid I robotically wave to her, "oh hey! Your awake!"

"Yeah.." She awkwardly drawls out staring at me questionably. 

"Oh! Um I was just sleeping so sorry if I didn't hear you knocking."

"Oh uh okay yeah no problem, Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go out and do something today; I can't remember how long it's been since you've left here"

As I was talking I had begun to walk towards her.
"Y-Yeah! That sounds amazing Jenn-"

I reached out to her with my hand, but I got to close.

The sheer pain glossing over her eyes, her tears started to fly off into full blown streams down her cheeks.

Slowly I removed the twelve inch black blade out of her jugular, that had sprouted out of my hand and plunged itself deep into her neck. Her Crimson blood falling to the floor like raindrops, stained the floorboards.

As she fell down towards her knees, she never broke her painful eye contact. Tightly gripping her shirt with one hand and cupping her neck with the other.

"Am so sorry! Jennifer! I didn't mean too! Am so sorry!"

My pleas of forgiveness were drowned out by her last moment of life, as she mouthed her final goodbye.

"Monster."

Quickly I jolted upright, clutching my head in my hands before concluding it was just a nightmare.

Until I took one look at my surroundings of my bedroom, and the lines upon lines of mutilated corpses surrounding me wrapped inside my sheets atop my bed.
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Ah of course am evil, how else would I come up with twisted nonsense like this? :)