Bloodlines

Chapter 1

Have you ever wondered why your life is the way that it is? I wonder this everyday because my life just sucks. I'm thinking about how much my life sucks right now in my shift. I'm a police officer, a position I got through living an honest and righteous lifestyle; something that is really hard for people like me to do.

Right now, I'm at a dark alleyway with my fellow officer Rodrey. We just found the drug dealer who had been frequenting this area for the last couple of weeks. While Rodrey keeps the dealer down, I take out a pair of handcuffs and attach them to his wrists.

"Fucking hell, who do you think you're arresting you fucking criminal. How is someone like you a police officer?" announces the dealer.

Stay calm, no need to waste my breath on a piece of trash like this guy. Rodrey gives me a look that says the same thing.

Rodrey and I drag the dealer towards our police vehicle. Right at that moment, it happens. I get that homicidal feeling I've been cursed with for all my life.

I drop to the ground and clutch my chest, trying my best to slow down the takeover process.

"Neo, what's up man? You need a break?" asks Rodrey.

"Yeah... I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to call in sick right now. I gotta get home right now," I reply.

"Um, ok, I got this guy over here. We're almost done for the day anyways. I'll head over to the police station with this guy and let them know you went home a little bit early due to an emergency," replies Rodrey.

"Thanks so much," I say while running away from Rodrey and the dealer.

My apartment is not too far from here but I don't know if I can hold out until I get home. I sprint past the street, ignoring all the cars honking my way and run towards the direction of home.

Why does it always have to come during working hours, I wondered as I continued to sprint like a madman. I bump into a person and drag myself up and continue on my way, desperate to make it home in time.

"Watch where you're going you moron," retorts the fallen person.

I jump a fence and cross a soccer field, hoping that this shortcut makes my trip more bearable.

I see people playing with their kids and teenagers having fun with their friends. I hate myself to death for this, but I get an urge to kill every single person in the vicinity. I turn my head down to the ground and continue to dash away before I do anything which can't be taken back.

I leave the field behind, turn a corner and enter my building. I see many people waiting for the elevators so I take the stairs, three at a time, to floor five. I chose a lower floor just for this purpose.

I hammer in my passcode and open the door, letting it slam behind me. Thank god, thank god, thank god, I made it home in time. I live in a one bedroom apartment. I quickly go to my bedroom which has a bed and a pair of chains attached to the wall beside it.

I fix the chains onto my wrists and lock them in place. I throw the key across the room so I won't be able to get them and that's when my mind goes bonkers.

Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill,Kill.

Please make it stop, I beg you, anyone, anything, kill me if you must, I beg while screaming my lungs out. The urge takes over my mind and I cry out in desperation trying to break free from the chains.

I struggle with all my might for what seems like an eternity until my mind stops.

***

I wake to find myself on the ground, my t-shirt drenched in sweat and stuck to my body. I pull myself up and put my back against the wall.

This is my fate, I've long since accepted it but I'll never be used to it. My family, my lineage, my bloodline is cursed. We live to kill, and commit horrendous acts. I fear one day my instincts will take me too. Before that happens, I will do good in this world and leave before I do any harm.

I weep, and continue to weep in the corner of my room, wishing with all my heart that the world puts me out of my misery.