Blood By The Sunset

Chapter 2

                                                                        
                                                                        
PoV: 3rd Person

  Blood spilled after the sunset. An innocent woman dropped her phone just to close to a lerking predator. Gloved hands grabbed her, snapping her neck before she could take a breath to scream.

  Her body was dragged out of sight. No Cameras around to catch even a glimpse of the act. Her body was taken near a river. Her phone snapped in two and dropped into the rivers. The now lifeless woman wore a diamond ring, eager hands removed the ring and placed it in their pocket.

  Blood spilt onto the ground as shape teeth dug into the woman's still warm flesh. Large bites of flesh were ripped from her bones as her blood was sipped from her heart like a boxed drink. He flesh chewed and swallowed like a tender steak. It was eaten as quickly as cotton candy dissolved.

  Blood stained the long black shirt being worn. The dark color of the shirt prevented the stains from being seen. Her skull was cracked open in order for the perditor to gain access to her brain, consuming the fatty grey and pink matter that made up the muscle. The eyes were squeezed between teeth, poping as they released their black fuild into the drooling mouth. Her finger nails were spit out with disgust as her hands were consumed. Small bones were swallowed with out a care. The contents of the stomach and intenstins were dumped into the river before being eaten.

  No less than an hour later, only the larger bones were left behind. The bones were gathered into a sack and taken to a near by wolf den. The sack was emptied there, where every bone was broken by bared fangs and eaten by wild animals.

  The perditor returned to an empty apartment, their stomach full and body coated in blood. Still. No eyes noticed them going through the fire escape and into the window. Their clothing was removed and placed in the sink where they were coated in bleach and lemon juice. A small box was picked up, bloody, gloved, fingers placed the ring inside and left it on the table. The shower turned on to steaming water. Blood tinged from blue and peach fur. A sting shampoo was used twice and thoroughly. The moment any traces of blood were gone, the floor was mopped to clean up spilled drops. They dressed themselves in pyjamas and laid in bed. Black eyes faded to white minutes before the start of the sun rise.

  Tired emerald eyes replaced the white pupils from before as the body collapsed to sleep.
                                                                        
                                                                        
PoV: Sonic

  It was the same pain again. I threw up into the bucket. But I felt something scratch my throat on the way out. I coughed up something small and white. It looked like a splinter. What ever... I've coughed up worse.

  I cleaned out my bucket and lit a candle. I brushed my teeth, and took my stomach medication. My clothes were soaking in bleach and lemon juice again. Bleach...

"You ruined my black shirt... and my jeans... I really liked those..." I pulled them out of the water. They changed to a grotesk rusted color. Even the soft feeling of the fabric had been bleached away.

  I threw them into a plastic bag, then into the dumpster so they'd never make it back to my apartment. I forgot to get pepto... I looked into my fridge, only one bottle of sprite and two lemons left. The pepto was half way gone. That would only last me today.

"No morning classes today..." I looked at my calender, "Boring..."

  I opened my last Sprite and drank. It stung the scratch in my throat as I swallowed it.

  It was only 5 am... nothing was open yet. I couldn't fall back to sleep for a while. I sat on my two person couch and sucked the juice from a lemon to calm the acidity in my stomach. I found out on the new that a girl had gone missing.

  I found that same box on my coffee table. A diamond ring was inside it today.

"Why jewelery?" I still needed to wait an hour before I could go shopping.

  I pulled the bloodied accessories I was given from my closet. I started boiling water in a pot with a ball of aluminum foil, vinegar and baking soda. I dumped in everything except for the watches. I cleaned the watches with a cloth soaked in the same liquid. It polished every piece of jewellery, removed the blood and the fingerprints of the last owner. I took pictures of them and put them up online for people to buy at low prices.

"I wonder... if this is real diamond," I held up the ring from today, "Nintey bucks," I put it up for sail.

  My second alarm went off. The store was open now. I changed into jeans and a random t-shirt. I keep my favorite shirts as pyjamas, I didn't want to risk them being ruined.

  The smell of the bus was nauseating with the drunk sitting next to me. The smell of sour beer was strong. His random burps made in less comfortable, and the filled seats left me with no where to escape. The bus stopped at my stop and I walked off without being noticed. I grabbed a basket and walked to the soda aisle. The cans didn't hold enough soda for me. Not only that, but the flavor was slightly different. The plastic bottles had more fizz while the cans had more flavor. The glass bottles held too little soda, and were too heavy to carry so many around. The weight wasn't worth the amount of soda.

  I filled my basket with Sprite bottles, bottles of pepto bismol and lemons. Should I try eating something other than an apple? I picked up a apple, the crackers were on the shelf behind them. Ritz are pretty plain. Maybe I can hold that down.

  I picked a box and went to the check out. I ignored the looks I was geting when I placed my basket on the treadmill to pay.

"Sir," the cashier looked at my basket, "Are you sure you want to buy-"

"Yes I'm sure I want to buy all of that..." I groaned. I was ready for my nap, anytime I shopped I was always questioned.

"This doesn't seem healthy," they said.

"Do you want my money?" I growled.

"Alright," the started scanning my items and I paid.

  I got home and put it all away. There was nothing left to do but go to class, then to work.

"Collage sucks."

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