I wrote this story a while ago but since I fixed it just a little bit yes this story is one of my other stories but I thought id put the better version on this one so in joy
Humans start out at birth with milk-white blood. The more crimes they commit, the darker their blood becomes. One day you meet your soulmate. Skip a few years and things are amazing... Until your soulmate, they trip, exposing blacker than black blood.its, not a lot but still very viable...
A minute past and the horror set into your face its clear that you are mortified. you face filled with embarrassment, your mouth filled with nothing except the words of shame. As you walk over to your soulmate and pull out your pocket knife and next thing you know your behind then it was like your body was on autopilot. While she is scampering to stop the blood from flowing you kneel down and after a second had passed you hug her neck and as tears flood, her eyes so all she can see is the salty water blurring her vision, and while all of this is happening your in the middle of the city people all around you are mortified mothers covering the eyes of there children but underneath their hands, tears roll down their innocent faces.
Then you slowly bring out the blade until it clicks and in your mind, it echos reminds you of one of that you of that day.
there was something intimate about looking a person in the eye's and shucking them in the gut. And something sexual and powerful watching there life slowly seep and fade out of there eyes.
You think to yourself "If we're all born to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of living if it just contradicts?"
Your starts to shake and your body begins to quiver and the person you thought was your soulmate is still crying. No not crying, sobbing, screaming for their life because they know they will die. They will die there bleeding out from their neck and as they lay there their true colors will bleed
You whisper in their ear, "There is nothing to fear for death is here. Here you lie, you can scream and cry but nothing can save you now."
"Not even your God himself."
As slow movements wrist, their neck begins to flow a black river you look down to see their head as fallen back, in their last moments of life all they can see is you. You see their eyes roll back into there and it feels so good that you can't control it. To any sane person, this is wrong. To a religious person, this is a sin. But to a YOU person, this feels this is simply pleasuring. As their body becomes dead weight, you feel remorse for them so you lay them down and cross her arms over her chest and walk over to a local flower shop and as you do black bloody footprints follow right behind you. you grab the bluest rose you can find and you bring it back to their still-warm corpse, you kneel so elegantly lay it on her neck.
You take a few steps back from the shallow pool of black and you take the knife in your hand you smile so sweetly to all who are watching and sit on both knees, and ever so slowly to put the knife to your neck and say calmly "someone should call the cops" with a swift movement of your wrist you're already hunched over as a waterfall of black falls to the assault.
The End :)
