Let Love Bleed Red ~Creepypasta~

Heartbeat

I held my breath and slowly stepped outside of the door. Part of me hoped the inevitable had not occurred but, I knew it had. The boy was lying motionless in the middle of the hallway with his tired eyes still wide open. He had a stab wound on the top of his head that was leaking blood across the wooden floor. It was like a scene from a horror movie. Jack grabbed the mushy organs from my hands and threw them into a large plastic bag. I heard the police pounding on the door and Jack calling my name but it was all background noise. The only sound I could hear was the thumping in my chest. I stood there silently as if I was in a trance. I could hear the blood pumping through my veins, the sound was overwhelming. My body was numb and I couldn't understand why. Soon enough, Jack gripped my hand and ran to one of the back windows. He picked me up and swiftly jumped to the ground. He stumbled to his feet and began to run.

The cops would be well out of our reach by now, so Jack set me down and came to a stop. My mind was in another world.

"Would you like to explain to me what the hell that was all about!?" Jack exclaimed. He wasn't angry, it seemed more like concerned yelling. If I were him I suppose I would be confused too.

The image of the little boy played in my mind. His small body laying quietly on the floor. "The boy." I whispered.

"You mean the kid who exposed us to the police in the first place? That boy? The kid saw to much. You didn't care about killing the innocent when you ripped his sister to shreds."

"She wasn't innocent. Her actions were not mere mistakes. They were deliberate." Even if they weren't, would I have been content with killing her? I killed her parents without a problem, the kid was different to me. He reminded me of myself as a child. Walking in on my dad abusing my mom was like him seeing his family be slaughtered one by one. The innocence behind bright eyes and a child's heart is the most pure.

"Kids make you uncomfortable. Fine, whatever. As long as it doesn't affect your other kills, I'll be mindful of it." He stated.

"I'll try not to think about it too much. My desire to kill isn't weakened by any means." My brain felt like it had been fried on an open skillet. I didn't want to become a mindless robot only set on kill mode. That's the weakness with humans, we have the desire to feel.

Jack sighed and squeezed my hand. "I'm sorry. I just don't want you getting hurt. They don't see you as anything more than a killer."

He was right. I'm not part of their world anymore. I kill to live and live to kill.