Cosmic Killer

Sammy Boy

"Calm down Cosmia." I heard an obstructed voice of probably one of the guards. "You're going to a better place now." His voice trailed off, as I felt myself slipping away from reality. Before I knew it, I was out completely.

Whatever stuff they injected in me, it did wonders. I had the most vivid, wonderful dreams of my life in that slumber. In these fantasies, I not only killed people, but I dismembered their bodies piece by piece and ate the flesh like candy. It was exhilarating.

I wanted more

I was interrupted from my realm of dreams with a rude awakening. "Ah! The Sleeping beauty finally woke up." I heard a voice say from far off. Some lights flickered on in the room, and I heard the nice hum of office lights. "This beaut came straight from Seventh Sanctum Asylum! Her hobbies include long walks on the beach, and snapping people's necks!"

What the hell.

My eyes adjusted to the light, and I cracked my eyes open to survey my surroundings. I was in an empty room, with faded dark blue carpet and chipped old beige walls. I stood helpless the middle of a ring of blood thirsty men, all ogling at me.

"I like this one." One of the creeps said, with slurred speech and a slight chuckle at the end. The others murmured in agreement. "How much for her, Sam?"

"Well boys..." the same voice from when I first woke up, who I assumed to be Sam, started. "This ones a gift." He sneered. I looked around to see who this Sam was, and what I saw made my jaw drop. It was the same face I saw in pictures at Georgia's house. Stark black hair, deep green eyes, smooth childish face with a sparkle of malevolence. He also oddly smelled of vanilla.

"Sam lake." I choked out with wide eyes.

Sam clenched his fists. "So you do know. " he lowered his voice to a soft tone. The whole demeanor of him and his speech was both serious and lighthearted at the same time.

I but my lip and broke his gaze. I didn't know what to say. But then, a sudden realization dawned upon me. I had no guilt. No feeling whatsoever, killing came NATURALLY. It was... fun.

With my head still down, I just raised my eyes and gave a menacing smirk. "She's just one more person." I slowly spilled out the words. My ears rang with what I just spoke.

One more person
One more person...

All of sam's emotions melted away at that moment. His imitating exterior broke down like a dam bursting through. When he cried there was a rawness to it, like the pain was still an open wound. The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then overcome by the wave of his emotions he broke down entirely, all his defences withered away into the silence of the drafty room. All the while, he continued to stare through my eyes. Into my soul.

His henchmen began to step away cautiously, quietly, careful not to disturb their master. One by one, they left. Leaving the two of us in the room to stare at each other for what seemed like eternity. The scariest part was that he had a little wistful glow about him. One that could snap at any second. One that could tear me apart.

But instead, a calm, collected voice rolled out of his mouth like waves from the sea. "Go." He stated.

I stared blankly and blinked. "What?"

"Go." He exclaimed again with more force and irritation, pointing a shaking finger towards the door. I walked out without haste. Through an odd smelling hallway, into a rusted gold plated elevator with tacky carpeting, with buttons that stuck to your fingers. Down the silent ride to the first floor, I walked into the dreary, rainy night. As I let the cold pearl shaped drops of water trickle down my skin and get me cold, and wet, I just walked. Not knowing where to go, but just away. To just get away from here. Away from my head.

Keep walking

I shivered and ran my fingers up and down my arms to warm them, feeling goosebumps under my finger tips.

You're just one more person

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