Another Demon

Predicament

I quickly dropped what I was doing and grabbed two kitchen knives as they busted into the door. I threw one of them and hit one of the five gang members in the forehead. His friends pushed past his dead body and one started to pull out his gun. I was already on them though. I stabbed one in the stomach and twisted the blade, my blood boiling as he screamed. As I pulled the blade out one of them kicked me back into the kitchen. I grabbed the pot of boiling water I was using to make ramen soup and splashed one in the face with it. He fell to the ground screaming, my blood getting even hotter. I ducked under the fourth attackers punch and went to slice his stomach but he caught the blade and threw it out of my hands. I made sure to keep this guy in front of me and the guy with the gun.

He threw a huge haymaker and I used my arms to stop him, I brought him in close and kneed him in the stomach before placing his face on to the stoves burner. So, he was done but now the guy with gun started to pop shots at me.

I ran through the kitchen and dove over the couch, avoiding his shots. I rolled with the momentum to avoid the continuous gunfire until I counted to twelve. Hoping his clip would be empty I ran towards him, pushing the gun to the side and punching him in the nose. As he staggered back I swept his feet out underneath him. Dropping my knee on his chest as he hit the ground. Keeping my knee on his chest I punched him again as his head bounced off the ground.

"Ah, fuck. Stop that!" He commanded but I wasn't going too. I took the gun off the ground and I loaded it with the spare clip he had in his pocket. Wait, I never loaded a gun before. How do I know how to do this? Even though I never held one before, this gun feels right in my hands, it feels good. Kill him. Kill him now. Played through my mind like it was on repeat. My brain was speaking to me, urging me to pull the trigger and end this piece of shit life. I felt my finger twitch on the trigger, the want I have to take this man's life is overwhelming. I put the tip of the barrel and placed it on his forehead, tears now falling down his cheeks but they did not deter me. His pleas and begs for mercy did not make me feel sorry, no it made me smile and feel powerful.

Even though, i'm sure this pathetic man had no family, but I imagined he did. I imagined a wife and daughter crying over their dead father and husband's grave, and me standing off to the side feeling amusement from their cries and screams. The prayers they would say to God, begging for his protection in the afterlife but the prayers would do no good. This man will bleed for eternity and I will enjoy sending him there.

A twisted smile formed on my face, my eyes burned with pleasure from the thought of this man's blood splattering all over. Slowly, I pulled the trigger enjoying every second of seeing his fear grow into panic. The only thing better, was watching his blood splatter over the walls and floor.

I need more blood, way more blood. I went to the other men, the one I stabbed was dead. A nice, fulfilling pool of blood on the floor, his guts laid out in front of him. The one I sliced was crawling towards the door, leaving a trail of blood behind him. I stood over him and popped him in the back of the head, more wonderful blood splattered on the ground. Another one was screaming holding his face from the boiling water I threw onto it, I grabbed him by the collar pressed the barrel under his jaw, and fired. Blood reached the ceiling and started dripping down. Finally I went to the man with a half burned face, I placed my knee on his chest and forced my gun into his mouth. "Millions of people die everyday on this world." I paused for a second, "and now you are too." I pulled my trigger, to punctuate my sentence and stain the kitchen floor.

Should I call the cops? I placed the gun on the ground calmly, and looked at myself in the reflection of the kitchen window. Should I wait until they show up, and find me huddled in a corner. Which one will help my case more, I wonder. Might as well call I suppose. Picking up the phone I started to dial 911 and waited for the operator to pick up the phone.

"Hello, this is 911 what's your emergency?" A women picked up, she sounded nice and warm. I wonder what her blood looks like, how it smells. How it tastes.

I took a deep breath and calmed my nerves before speaking. "My name is Brendan Truss, the kid who put away those two Ruthless Riders. Well, five more showed up at my house to kill me, but I killed them. They're all dead. I had to do it, I didn't want to, but I had no choice." I put a choke in my voice, as if I held back a cry. All she could do is hear my sullen voice, not see my crooked smile.

"Ok honey, there's a squad coming your way, do me a favor and get on your knees and put your hands behind your head facing the door." I could tell she believed me, which meant I was already free.

"Yes Ma'am," I said and hung up the phone. I followed her directions and tried to contain my smile, my wide demented smile. Luckily, I was able to control as the cops busted into the door.

The cops charged in but handled me carefully, as if they knew I had a trigger on me that could activate the murderous monster that lives inside of me, slowly growing. They placed my hands behind my back and handcuffed them together. They carefully lifted me to my feet and escorted me to the S.W.A.T van. They placed me in the back along with an officer who placed his smg on the bench beside him. The gun didn't make me uneasy, considering I just used one to send four people to hell. What made my eyes pop was when he pull out off his mask, showing a black bandana with a red skull on it covering half his face. Then the driver turned and faced me, the same bandana covering the lower half of his face as well.

"I'm in quite a predicament." I said to the man sitting in front of me.

"Yea? What predicament is that?" I saw his smile from under his bandana. Unholstering his pistol and placing it on my forehead.

I bared my teeth with my specially sinister smile, "the inside of this van is black, so it won't show your blood as much as I wished."