The Curse of Undying

Massacre

"huff huff huff "  It's cold. And realization starts to seep into my senses. I can't believe it. I killed him. Marvin Ruiz, my former best friend since I started practicing being a swordsman. was just murdered. By me.

"Hey! What's going on?" The town was starting to wake up. I just stooped before the once breathing, living corpse of Marvin Ruiz. The snow fell and covered everything in a soft blanket of white. A blank sheet of fresh new paper, to be drawn with. Hi.... I'm Jack Sanchez. And I didn't expect to be here at this state.

The blank sheet of paper. calming, reassuring, quiet in nature. Was suddenly screaming in agony, stained with red, the once beautiful face of the snow with it's soft bumpy hills, and it's hand-like trees reaching for the air. tainted with blood, scraping and reaching and screaming to be freed of this disgusting. Ugly. State of mind. I stooped there. Everything was red. the snow, the clothes, my hands. My hands. They can't actually be my hands can they? heh HA that's CRAZY! It would never actually be MY hands!! No, I did this. Those are my hands dripping with oozing spreading blood.

"Look, the figure in the snow!" Oh no. I can't be here. They'll see what I have done. Dad. Dad will see what I have done. No, I have to run! Leave and begone of this homely town! I've plagued these roads long enough. No, They'll forgive me right? They'll forgive me of my sins. I can go to school and class and the market and no one will remember this. Liar. A little voice in my head said. Liar. You lie to even yourself, he was never your friend. He was never your helper. No, you either run....

Or Kill them ALL.

I stood up. Wobbling to my feet. The voice is right. Who am I to call the one I murdered a friend? I murdered him! I stand up fully. Oh, they'll be happy when I'm gone. I'm doing them a favor. right? I let my head fall back and release a full guffaw. ahahahHAHAHAHA! What am I doing here? I should probably be rUnniNG RIgHt? I should be running! I hobble forward a few steps.

"Hey! Stop! Who are you?" Oh no. They're right behind me! I can't let them know it's me! I can't! If they know, I will be infested with crime! It'll be a tragedy! They'll jail me here, and I will slowly wither them away. No. No, I can't let them keep me, I have to save them, I have to bring them to peace. The peace I cannot have! I turn. I don't know what I look like, But the townsfolk stop way in their tracks. My eyes must be glowing red or something! That's really funny isn't it? hehehHaHA! A cry of Laughter escapes me. It quickly turns into sobs. Sobs of pure joy. I'm jealous of them. They can have their time now. peaceful and in rest. Escaping my tortured state. 

Then I see him. Just a head among the crowd. Peeking through, trying to get a better look. He was the first to realize I was Jack Sanchez. And He was about to yell out to me.

No. I can't have him say my name. I throw on my hood. I don't even care about getting my hood damp from my hair. Which had snow covering it. All I care is hiding myself. Hide. Hide from them all. They can never see what I have become. I leap forward,before anyone can react. My father is dead. dropping to the ground. And as he does. five more follow. And ten more. and more. They all fall and they all die. 

I'm crying. Oh I'm so jealous for them. Why do they get to die? Why? I asked for it. I was ready to take on anything. Sustain any pain to die. It would never happen. Until I find the illusive warrior that will free me from my mental prison. And after the snow has passed. They are all in a neat pile if I do say so myself. Blood streaming down their bodies. I start to walk to my house. Might as well stay the night. I feel drained. And as I get home, I plop on the bed, remind my dad tomorrow I want pancakes for breakfast, and promptly fall asleep.

I had killed them all.