Along Came a Murderer

The Color Red

I don't remember much. I remember I was outside, sitting on a bench with some type of roof over it... The bus stop?... Yeah. I was waiting at the bus stop. Then a creepy man walked over and sat down next to me. He sat too close to me, and it made me uncomfortable.

The bus finally drove up, and I got on. I sat down and the creepy guy sat across from me. He looked at me and smiled. I tried to put on a smile, but my face wouldn't let me. All I could think about is, Why is this guy following me? Does he wanna hurt me? Do I wanna hurt him?

I remembered that I had put a pocket knife in my pocket. I always bring it in case I need it. The man kept staring at me with that god awful smile. It bothered me.

"So, what's your name?" The man asked. "...Alice." I replied.

The man cocked his head a way a dog does when watching their owner. He doesn't stop smiling, nor staring. "That's a strange name for a man."

Ok, now he's really bothering me. I want this guy to leave me alone. I tried to distract myself from my strange feeling. His smile somehow grew even bigger. This wasn't human.

I started hearing voices in my head. Kill him. He's asking for it. Stab him. Do it. Kill him. DO IT ALREADY.

I felt anger take over my body. I took the pocket knife out of my pocket and shanked him. The bus driver screamed as I continuously stabbed my knife over, and over into the man.

The bus driver stopped and ran out, locking me with the man inside the bus. I then repeatedly bashed his face into the edge of the seat. Hearing the bones in his face crack made me smile uncontrollably. I threw his body on the floor, and heard him start coughing up blood.

He sat up slowly and looked at me with that horrible smile again. But his smile was broken, and covered in blood. I took out my pocket knife and raised it over my head.

"Do it, Alice. Kill me."

Before I could, I heard glass break. I quickly turned around. Police officers were all in the bus, pointing guns at me. "Sir, drop the knife, and step away from the man."

I smiled with insanity in my eyes. "If you say so, officer." I dropped to my knees and shoved my knife down the man's throat and ripped it out.

"Get him!" I heard one of the officers yell, before I get tackled, and the officer handcuffed my hands and my feet. Blood was literally everywhere in the bus. All over the seats, windows, and floors. I never realized how much I liked the color red.

A couple minutes later, of laying on my stomach in a puddle of blood, a large man picked me up and took me outside. People were all around shocked, seeing me being arrested. He then threw me into the back of a car and locked me in.

The back of the car was padded, it felt nice. I decided to get some sleep, since I was already laying down.