Blood Orders

The Fight

Scarlett
    I look up at the stone pathway leading to an average-looking two-story house. The house has a decent yard with a few trees here and there, a bush or two, a flower garden, and the pathway leading to the front door which I just finished walking. I open the door to the house only to have all my senses assaulted with loud music, the familiar smell of a party, and heat from the room being so full of moving bodies.

    I walk around aimlessly looking for someone to talk to or dance with, but when I fail to find anyone interesting I decide to go to the kitchen to get a drink. I make my way to the kitchen hoping there would be some alcohol I like. When I finally make it to the drinks I pick up a bottle of red wine and head toward the stairs to find a place to stand.

    I finish the bottle off before checking the time on my phone which reads twelve. Midnight, my favorite time of the night. Standing close to the railing of the stairs I take in the feeling that is caused by the blissful poison coursing through my veins. I smile just enjoying how this state of being feels before the inevitable happens. Flashbacks of what I remember the last time I got drunk ran through my mind. Waking up next to the dead body of the young girl I had met that night. The blood, her face, and what remained of her abdomen was just gruesome that's how I knew I had done it. Every murder I commit is always a blood bath.

    This is why the Superiors want people with the killer chemical, such as myself, off the streets because we are unpredictable. They think they have us figured out with their fancy little test; however, the actuality of it is that they do not know what we are capable of and what we will do. I laugh at them thinking we love killing most of us do, but some would rather die than kill someone else. Yeah, I admit I like killing. I admit I like how it feels to watch the light fade from someone's eyes as they slip away from reality permanently. I do not always attack people though. No. Sometimes I end their misery, their suffering, I do what nature and/or they will not. I am not a hero, but neither are the Superiors.

    Drinking for me is a gateway to disaster because someone always ends up dead. I shake these thoughts away as I decide to just observe everyone around me. The party I am at is currently probably about halfway over considering that most people are either totally intoxicated or at least drunk enough where they will not remember a thing that happened tonight.

    I stare at the crowd almost instantly spotting a girl in a red dress with matching heels which is the same color as the belly shirt I'm wearing while my skirt, which barely past my knees, is black. She has to be the spitting image of something as beautiful as the Mona Lisa if not Mona Lisa herself. I watch her intently noticing her long wavy brown hair that contrasts with my blonde hair with red streaks in it. Her eyes were a dull blue while mine are bright green. Even from a distance, I can tell that we are around the same height and that she is only slightly slimmer than what I am, but I have more muscle on me.

I watch her dance on the dancefloor with her dance partner for maybe thirty minutes before she excuses herself and starts making her way to where I am standing. When she gets closer I notice the guy she was dancing with is tailing her. I grab the bottle I had earlier and quietly make my way up the stairs after them. I stand at the top of the stairs seeing not a single trace of where they had gone, so I intently listen for them eventually hearing what sounds like muffled screams. I travel over to some doors on the left of the staircase realizing about halfway that the origin of the noise was behind the second door.

    I throw open the door only to see the girl pass out the strange man she was with, holding her throat. His other hand is under her dress. He was going to rape her! How could someone do something so cruel to someone so beautiful?! He let go of her only to glare at me with a gaze almost as menacing as the one I am giving him. The atmosphere around us gets more and more intense with each passing second then in the blink of an eye he has me down on the ground choking me just like he did to the girl on the bed.

    I struggle trying desperately to get him off of me while he starts messing with my skirt which causes my instincts to kick in making me want his blood on my hands. I take the bottle I somehow still have in my hand and smash it over his head causing the glass to fall all over me, and him to lose his concentration for a second which is just enough time for me to flip us. I put the neck of the bottle, which is now covered in blood and sharp on one end, down noticing the glass all around where he is laying before I start punching him. He fights me by putting his hands back around my neck, but I just keep hitting him over and over again breaking his nose, busting his lip open, and knocking a few teeth out.

    I feel all my anger go into each punch that hits him causing me to smile sadistically at him. He had a look of terror on his face as he realized I was not going to be easy to dispose of. He adds more pressure on my neck making me lose focus and make choking sounds realizing that at this rate I would lose consciousness I decide to just end him. I take the broken neck of the wine bottle and shove it into his left jugular vein before twisting it. He makes a face of pain and horror when I remove the weapon from his neck and blood starts pouring everywhere. I then proceed to switch hands holding the weapon before doing the same to his right jugular vein.

    The pain and blood loss is enough to make him slip unconscious making me decide that since I can no longer see the pain I am causing him that I should just kill him. I take the piece of the bottle and drive it into the left side of his chest multiple times before I toss it aside. I get up and lock the bedroom door knowing that no one heard the fight because of the music. I look at the mess I made then look at my blood-covered clothes before my gaze lands on the form of the girl still unconscious from the attack of the mystery man. I sigh knowing that tomorrow is going to be troublesome.

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I split up the chapter cause it was way longer than I thought it was.