Saviour's Hell (Completed)

Temptation And Morality

Later that night...

I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. But why did I crave for their blood to be sprayed all over their beds and walls? They haven't done anything to me.

They've done everything to you. A woman said. They're the ones who think you're insane. They're the ones who give these pathetic excuses for doctors a reason to shove pills down their throats. Just look at them...all drugged up and vulnerable.

I gripped the large shard of broken glass in my hand a little tighter, but not tight enough to cut myself from it as I stared down at two sleeping teenagers in their individual beds.

They didn't do anything to me. I thought.

What about that nurse? A man said. What did she do to you?

She didn't do anything to me.

Yet you still killed her.

So what's stopping you from killing these kids? The woman said.

They're just kids.

And that nurse was probably a married woman with children of her own. But you wouldn't have cared about that...you didn't.

The memory of seeing the nurse's body on the white tiled floor flashed before my eyes. The blood that pooled and sprayed all over the floor and walls, soaking her pale blue scrubs. The shredded, bleeding gash in her neck where her throat had been ripped out. The way her body was just sprawled out on the floor like someone had thrown her across the room. The way her throat looked as it lay about five feet from her body.

"God...what did you rip her throat out for?" the doctor said.

I remembered how I felt before I killed that nurse. Come to think of it, I have that same feeling right now.

The tingling in my fingertips. The urge to spill someone's warm blood all over whatever surface they were on or near. The rush of blood flowing through my veins, encouraging my muscles to strike at their warm, pink, living flesh and turn it into cold, grey, blood splattered, dead flesh.

The adrenaline flooded through me like a tsunami hitting a coastline.

Just one incision can do a lot of damage. A young woman said. It just depends on where you make it and how much pressure you use.

I'd go for the stomach. A man said.

I would rather go for the brain. Just split the skull wide open, pull the brain out...and smash it to a pulp with anything you like. You could even use their own head, if you want.

You go for the heart. An older man said. At least they can feel it when you stab their heart. Maybe even cut it right out of their chest and crush it in your hands as their dying eyes watch.

I began to feel very dizzy all of a sudden, and the image of the nurse flashed before my eyes once more.