Love On Impulse (On hold)

4 Bipolarness and problems

Alex walked through what looked like a forest. It was large and a variety of trees were scattered all over the surroundings, obviously a forest.

She looked around the forest for any sign of life as she walked deeper, carefully marking the trees so she wouldn't get lost.

When she accepted the fact that there was nothing in the area to butcher, she decided to turn back. A low hum startled her, and she turned sharply to her left. She looked deep into the trees, where the hum was coming from, and made out the outline of a cabin.

Her heart began to beat violently in her chest, threatening to burst out and stab her with the knife she clutched so tightly in her hand.

As Alex walked towards the cabin there was a burning sensation in her hand urging her to plunge her weapon into the back of the man in his rocking chair.

The old man sat there oblivious to the young girl walking slowly towards him like a sly fox. He was humming 'I hate love' by Claude Kelly, but Alex could not focus on her favourite song. All she saw was the dagger doing a sewing motion -in,out- in every body part she could get to.

This was not normal. Alex knew that for sure, but it was like the knife belonged in her hand. It felt like an extension to her, like a long lost body part.

Alex crept stealthily and slowly towards the cabin. The man had his back to her, so she had the element of surprise, and he looked like he could barley move, another advantage.

She walked to the steps of the dusty wooden porch and carefully climbed each one, so that she made no sound. Successfully she made it up the four steps and walked over to the rocking chair, without a sound. But when she went to stand behind the old man the floor boards let out a shriek warning the man, begging him to look behind him, but it was to late.

When the man turned around, Alex thrust the knife in his temple forcefully. A girggle erupted from the man's throat as blood spewed from the fresh wound on the side of his head.

He looked at Alex, his eyes shining with hatred and disgust. Alex felt a pang of guilt, but it quickly vanished when the man spat at her. "Your...a.. bitch." How he managed to get those words out before the violent series of coughs was a mystery to her. All regret she felt vanished the moment the words flew from the man's mouth, and it was then replaced with the need to kill, the need that she had shoved back in hopes of correcting her actions.

Just like she had done with her first kill, she thrust the knife in and out of the body repeatedly, watching the man's eyes role into the back of his head as she went.

Alex lost count after the forty ninth stab.

Twenty stabs were for him calling her a bitch,

Ten stabs were for humming her favourite song,

another ten stabs were for him being old, and nine where for living in the forest.

The other ones were just for the thrill of it.

When she was satisfied the man got what he deserved, she stood up straight, and stretched her muscles.

She looked at her dirty hands with disgust, she was angry at her self for what she had done.

When she gathered enough courage to look at the innocent man, that she not so shamefully butchered, she gasped in shock. The body was unidentifiable. Alex was sure she wouldn't know it was a human, if she hadn't done that to the body herself. It was a bloody mass of holes, she couldn't even tell the face from the stomach. The whole body just looked like a wheel of cottage cheese, the red kind,-lets pretend that there is red cottage cheese-.

Alex suddenly felt sad, surely the man had a family, friends, a wife, children. She had just robbed children of their father or grandfather, she robbed an old woman of her husband, she robbed a mother of her son. Her insides tightened and Alex felt like crying.

A lone tear almost escaped her eye, but she refused to let it fall when she remembered that the man had called her a bitch, not so long ago. The anger she felt, came rushing back, and she had to refrain from making the body look any worse that it already was.

She felt like the man desreved it. He made her so angry. Rage surged through her veins, and she stabbed the body two more times.

Alex felt like she was turning bipolar.

She had absolutely no control over her emotions, and she hated it. One second she was sad thinking that she had deprived people of a loved one, the next she was happy she had done it, saying to herself that he couldn't have been a wanted criminal. Then she was angry at the man for just breathing in the air that important people like her and Stacy needed to survive, and at herself for not killing him sooner.

Something strange was happening to Alex, she didn't know what it was but she was thrilled by it and scared of it at the same time.

She dragged the bloody body around the house, where a pipe was conveniently placed and washed the body clean of evidence.

Instead of burying the body like normal killers would, or burning it like werewolves would Alex decided to just leave it to rot. Her mind wandered back to Stacy as she washed her hands under the steaming water. What would Stacy think of what she was becoming. She wondered if this continued, if Stacy would leave her.

She pushed the thought of the love of her life leaving her out of her mind, and decided that it was time to return, so she didn't get worried. When Alex's hands and the knife were clean, she walked back in the direction she came, trying to make out the small A she placed in each of the trees.

There was barely any light left when Alex got back to the house Carl had brought her and Stacy to. Alex decided that they would stay the night and leave as soon as the sun began to rise in the morning, she hadn't slept the night before, and she didn't think they would get far.

They needed to get food before they continued running away to be together, so they needed to leave at dawn.

She walked into the house, and banged the door shut behind her to let Stacy know that she had returned.

Moments later she felt Stacy's presence in the room, but she dared not look up. She was too exhausted to listen to anything Stacy would have to say tonight, it could wait until the morning.

When neither of them said anything for a while, Alex decided that Stacy had nothing to say.

Not that she would listen anyways.

She quietly got up from the floor and walked past Stacy to go find a bathroom, and then a bedroom.

It was hard for her not to look up at Stacy when she grabbed Alex's hand, just as she was about to pass her in the doorway.

As soon as their eyes met, Stacy's eyes widened and she pulled her hand back from Alex like it was burning.

Alex was confused, she had no idea what was wrong with Stacy tonight, and she had no energy to put up with it.

"What?" Alex questioned. But Stacy didn't answer, she just looked at Alex with her big blue eyes in shock.

"What is it Stacy?" Alex yelled at her, as she was getting impatient.

"Alex, why is there blood on your face?"