Split

The Accident

"I swear to God, I didn't see her!"
"Of course you didn't, you psychopath. You were going over one hundred, in the middle of the road. You fucking aimed for her, so if you didn't see her, I'll be damned."
With his dark brown eyes, seventeen-year-old Dominick Costa stared in horror at the body of the girl, laying lifeless in the middle of the road. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he was forced into the police car. He honestly hadn't seen the girl. At least, he didn't think he did. Did he? He had been driving down the road, going the speed limit, being careful...then what? His memory failed him. Was it possible he'd nodded off? He didn't recall being tired. He sure as hell didn't feel it now.
He arrived at the police station, where they took note of his physical features and took his mugshot. He'd never even been given a speeding ticket before, he realized with disbelief and shock. Afterwards, he sat in solitary confinement, waiting. For what, he didn't know, but he was waiting. Unknowingly, a pressure built behind his eyes, until he slowly began to notice it. After a few minutes, it became unbearable, and he began screaming.
"SOME-SOMEONE HELP ME!! PLE-" he was cut off as he collapsed, blood dripping from his eye sockets. A security guard opened the door and walked in with another guard and a nurse.
"Be careful, we don't know what he's capable of," a guard warned.
The teen opened his eyes, and turned them on the guard.
"I'm sorry, I thought something was happening, but it seems I'm alright now," he remarked.
"Dominick, no offense if we don't take your word for...it..." the guard trailed off, staring at the boy's eyes. "Weren't-weren't your eyes brown earlier? And-and you were smaller!"
The boy touched the blood on his cheeks absentmindedly. "Really? I wasn't there for that."
"You-" the guard was cut short as the smaller boy delivered a powerful punch to his windpipe with a sickening crunch. The guard dropped to his knees, eyes wide as he looked into the teen's bright blue eyes. The younger boy bared his teeth.
"I'll only tell you once. My name is not Dominick," the boy snarled, and gripped both sides of the guard's face. With one quick, jerking motion, he snapped the guard's neck. The other guard pulled out his handgun and took aim at the Not-Dominick. The teenager looked the guard in the eyes and whipped his leg out. The gun was knocked out of his hands, and the boy jumped on him, ripping skin out of the guard's neck with his teeth, until he finally bit into an artery. The warm spray of blood coated his face, and he stood up as the guard bled to death. Without even stopping to look at the screaming nurse, he hopped quickly over the dead guard and walked out of the cell. Only once did he pause. He turned back to look at the nurse, who was still in shock. "Hey sweetheart!" he called to the nurse, grinning with his bloodstained teeth. "Next time, tell your boys that they need the right name. My name is Crowley. Erebus Crowley."