The Creature Inside

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I was getting sick, and I knew it. If I resisted the pull for much longer there was no stopping it. I would die. I was sweating like a pig, lying on my bed waiting for sleep to come. My brain felt like it was going to explode inside my head, every muscle felt like they were tearing themselves apart, my heart’s pounding beat making my body leap every time. I scooted myself to the side of the bed, swinging my legs off the side. I felt like I was going to collapse, my legs were like jelly, barely holding me up.

 

I made it to the hallway. It was a long walkway with white stone floors, white walls and a mirror, the rim make of elegant black-painted steel woven in to delicate angelic patterns. As I got closer to the mirror I could see my appearance. I was deathly white, a layer of sweat coating every part of my body. My black hair, which normal held it volume well, was dead straight and straw-like. My eyes with used to be full black orbs swimming with hate, pain and torture, looked old and used up turning into a grey colour.

 

I turned away from the mirror, no longer physically able to look at what I have become. I used to be so strong at resisting the pull but with years and years of resisting I got weaker and weaker. The stairs were at the end of the hallway. I was about to take the first step, but my feet slipped. My arms waved around trying desperately to find something to hold onto but there was nothing. My head hit the stairs first, with nothing to protect it since my arms were still searching for something to stop me from falling, my skull cracking and blood oozing from the cut falling down my forehead into my eye, causing me to close my eyes for the rest of the fall.

 

I lay at the bottom on the stairs staring at the ceiling. NO! I thought to myself. I am not being weak anymore. This was it; I had made up my mind. I let the walls come down on my inner creature allowing it to take over my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to convince myself this is the best option. My eyes shot open, the transformation was complete. I didn’t look any different to the eye, but to the soul; I had turned into a monster.

 

I got up off my floor, feeling less dizzy and less weak, but that was just a fraction of strength that I will have after this night. I ran out of the house and down the street, making sure to get out of my neighbourhood before I did this. I looked around the street I was in, thinking this was far enough away. There was a little cottage, surrounded by potted plants, all the lights were off. This was the house. I snuck over the fence, into the backyard. There were swings which were squeaking softly in the wind adding a creepy effect.

 

Using my elbow I smashed a window near the backdoor, hoping not to wake anyone up. I fed my arm through the jagged hole in the window and unlocked the backdoor. The door swung open making a loud creaking noise. Oh well, I thought, not like I needed to be quiet anymore. I ran so fast it must of look like I flew through the house looking for my prey. I stood as still as possible, listening for my victim. Snoring was the sound that filled my ears. I followed the sound to a bedroom. The door was wide open letting me see the couple sleeping inside.

 

I crept up to the bed swinging my leg over the man, figuring he would make the most damage so taking him out while he was asleep would be good. I balanced myself on my hands and pushed up onto the bed so I was straddling him. His head tossed from side to side, he was waking up. Without a second thought, I put my forehead against his and sucked his soul right out of his body. All his energy was entering my body, reviving me. I’ve never felt so alive. It was like a tornado was in the house, wind blowing against me a huge white light blinding me, forcing me to close my eyes. I felt like laughing so I let little bubbles of laughter escape my lips. They more of his life I consumed the further back my human side was being pushed in my mind, soon I would be nothing left but a monster. I didn’t want to be like this, but the pull was too strong to fight, I eventually gave in to the creature devouring his soul.

 

A blood curling scream interrupted me from feeding, but I just ignored it, sucking his body of life until it stopped struggling. I hoped of him feeling like I was flying on cloud of happiness. Something hit my chest, snapping me out of my daze. Now, I was ravenous. I wanted to suck every last soul out of this town. And so I did, I acted on pure rage and greed.

 

That night I killed 34 people. Sucked the every last drop of strength, happiness, rage, sadness, love and hate out of there body. Leaving me fulfilled, powerful and getting stronger with every kill. I went from powerless sick little girl, to a strong, impossible to kill, full of hate, serial killer. And that’s what my life was like as a stone-cold, heartless, soul sucking demon.