My victim to be? Plodding along blissfully unaware of his certain demise. Fat, gormless and without a clue; his features? Normal. Short cropped hair that had the tell tale sign of someone suffering from middle age balding. Beady eyes and a slanted nose, along with the scruffy clothes, gave the distinct impression of a rodent.
Ten meters. I felt like a lion on the savannah plains hunting its prey; strong, powerful, a hunter in its natural habitat. I could smell his sweet sweat. My pulse was quickening. The knife, cold, heavy, twenty pounds worth of stainless steel in my hand, its feel reassured me, calmed me, contented me.
Five meters. My blood was hammering in my ears, deafening. There’s nothing, no wind, no birds, all I could see was the checked shirt two sizes to small that clung tightly to his large disgusting bulk. I could hear him breathing slow, laboured but calm, relaxed still, unaware of my presence.
One meter. A flick of my wrist. A lunge of my arm. A cold rush running through my veins. The knife slides effortlessly between his ribs, pulverizing the bone then slowly, precisely, severing, dicing and obliterating the arteries and organs alike. Blood erupts from the gaping hole in the left side of his torso. Covering me in a crimson warm coating. I pull the knife out and turn the stranger around. I place it against his silent screaming lips; I run my tongue along the blade tasting the warm blood, salty but dry and sweet like an old red wine matured to its finest. A human can drink six pints of blood before throwing up, I know this… because now he knows this.
I then lowered it to his pulsating throat and drew it slowly across, pressing with inescapable power … grinning like a fool. Ecstasy. Blood poured over my hands like a sea of red. I looked into the fading lights of his once bright brown eyes, brown like mine.
The eyes hold the key to emotion, I could see from his fear, fear of death fear, of a life filed with regrets. This man before me was near forty but how much of his bucket list had he done. How many of his dreams completed? One item? Maybe Two? This is what’s wrong with society, everyone is afraid, afraid of the rules, afraid to really live, that’s what I’m trying to prove, it is what I’ve always been trying to prove! It’s why I’ve done what I’ve done. That you don’t have to be scared. That if you live your life without fear, you become something very, very rare, you become what we always will be, what we were always meant to be…
Animals, Greedy, filthy animals.
