The Experiment

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My life was in the hands of those around me. Some wanted me strong and fearless, while others wanted me quiet and secluded from the world. It was decided to give me all these qualities. They were combined together in a laboratory. I felt the needle go into my arm.

Something was wrong. Something had changed. Someone had messed with the experiment. I could feel a cold sensation rushing through my bloodstream. My memories started to fade. I grew stronger and more powerful than humanly possible. Something in my mind clicked.

That was it. There’s an old saying ‘Out with the old and in with the new.’

Except maybe it was the complete opposite.   

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I had to escape from this place. Cautiously, I began to run; cradling my clothes in my arms. I made my way to the female toilets where briskly I changed from a long hospital style dress into my clothes. Something in the mirror caught my attention; it was my eyes. They were red. Not the pale blue they were before, but a deep red. The colour of blood.     

I thought nothing of it as it could’ve been a side effect of the experiment. Slowly, I made my way to the door, only to be met with the footsteps of four men running to find me. This was my only chance. I closed the door hoping it made no sound; I turned off the lights and waited for the footsteps to disappear. Finally, it was time.

Quietly, I began to run in the opposite direction of the doctors and made my way to the exit. The light of the sun burned my eyes and I quickly jumped into the back seat a cab.

Once home I felt different. Something inside me was different. I could clearly hear the sound of a beating heart but when I stopped to feel mine there was no beat. No beat. No pulse. Something was wrong.

I wanted to sleep it off but my mind was not letting me so instead I made my way into the town centre. My mind was controlling me. I called the phone box opposite me. Why? I had no idea. A young gentleman of about 26 answered and I put down the phone.

I started to follow him. My thoughts were controlling me. He strolled towards the door of a small house. My mind was made up. I walked to his door and knocked. He opened it straight away and I asked to use his bathroom. Slowly, I sauntered into his house, glancing around to see what was there. He showed me where to go before leaving me to sit in the living room. I walked past the bathroom and made my way to what I believed was the kitchen. Cautiously, I walked past the work bench and picked up the knife. In my head I discovered what was going on. I tried to stop but I couldn’t.

I could see the innocent man staring into the television. Creeping up behind him, I could hear his heart beat pounding in his chest as the scary movie continued. I couldn’t stop myself from what I was about to do. The knife slowly began to cut into his chest and pierce a small hole in his heart. I knew this was wrong but I couldn’t stop. The blade was uncontrollable. On his last breath a tear rolled down his cheek. The glistening blade dipped with fresh, warm blood.

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  The next weeks were the most painful of all. Eight more victims were claimed and my rampage wouldn’t cease. I had to stop. In my desperate time I went to see a religious healer to see what was wrong with my soul. When I arrived I could sense that I was going to kill. My mind wanted me to.  I couldn’t control myself. Not even in the ‘Lord’s house’.

I left briskly after I killed my 10th victim. Then I thought about all the factors; red eyes, no pulse, killing everyone and killing someone in church. It all lead to one thing. The one thing that could describe the way I acted.

Lucifer….

It all made sense, but how could I stop myself.  I had to rid my body of him. One way. There was only one way I could think of and it wasn’t pretty.

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I stopped to think about my choices and came to the conclusion I had to get rid of Lucifer. Slowly, I walked towards the place I had to go. The place I could get rid of him. I looked over the bridge into the water below. Breathing out slowly, I climbed over the railings and stood on a small ledge. I felt my body tense back towards the bridge and shake with fear. Although it would be horrible it was the only way.

I edged closer to the end and finally jumped. Closing my eyes I thought about all the good times in my life until…