The Hunger (A Hayes Grier Fanfic)

Hayes

I stood there for a long time, too shocked to move or even scream, my eyes frozen on my name.

I couldn't believe my eyes. After not moving for a long time, I finally realized how long I had been there. I tore my eyes away from where they had been fixed and allowed myself to breathe.

The smell of blood filled my lungs and I doubled over coughing, trying not to throw up.

Finally I came to my senses and decided to run and tell the building manager.

Covering my nose with my hoodie I took off for downstairs. I knew the elevator would take longer so I flew down the stairs that were to the left of the elevator.

When I reached the bottom I sprinted to the reception desk and yelled at Jason to hurry and come with me.

We took the elevator back up and hurried inside. I stretched out my arm and pointed to the writing on the wall. When he saw it, his jaw fell open.

"I need to the call the owner...now." He said urgently. And whipped out his phone. No answer came on the other end. "We better head over to his office and tell him in person. I'll drive."

I nodded to him and we left for his car, making sure to lock my apartment on the way out.

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We pulled into the driveway of the owner's office building and jumped out of the car, walking very quickly toward the doors.

Entering the building, I followed Jason to what seemed to be the largest and nicest office in the building. It was closed off from the rest of the building by a large maple door, and there were no windows to see in from.

We knocked on the door, but no answer came. Jason pulled out a spare key and shoved it into the lock.

The door swung open and we both gasped. What I saw made me want to vomit.

There was a white bucket filled with blood sitting in the center of the room, and a stained paintbrush sat next to it.

Three of the walls had already been painted with the blood, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Nick, the apartment building owner, was dangling from a rope attached to the ceiling above the bucket. His flesh had been cut up and his neck had been slashed, the white parts of his suit stained red. Blood was still dripping off of him and into the bucket.

I tried to control my stomach but then I saw that his once bright green eyes had been gouged out. I felt it coming up so I turned around and grabbed the trash can, purging into it.

I wiped off my mouth and looked over at Jason, who was still frozen in place, staring at the body.

"He was so young..."