Rushing Blood

Chapter 3: Into the Forest

I just stayed there, immobilized, for I knew that if I moved, a shower of bullets would spring through the air and penetrate my body with ease. Everyone was frozen in place, unsure whether to shoot or not, it was as if the world itself had stopped, waiting for someone, anyone to make the first move. My mind began to jump to conclusions, trying out many scenarios at once to see which one ended with me walking away in one piece. I felt as if no matter what I did, they would still try and shoot me. As I looked around at all the frightened, innocent people, I couldn't help but feel as if they had the right to kill me. For if they didn't have their weapons, I would have probably killed them as I did with my own parents.

I started to think about my mom and dad, how we always had fun, played games, and laughed together. My mind suddenly just jumped to the last memory I had of them, when I was draining their blood, killing them for my own purpose, to feed. I kept thinking about that good feeling that spread through all of my body, the pleasure that I gained by killing, I truly was a monster! A small tear fell from my face, I saw the people, confused as to why I was crying. They watched as my salty tear merged with the blood on my chin and dripped to the damp cement on the sidewalk. My conscience kept tearing as I thought about my parents, the only people that knew me on the inside, how I would cry, how I would laugh, they were the only ones that knew me for me.

I fell to my knees, my heart crushing and pounding as I wiped the tears and blood from my face, I stared at the concrete, unable to face the frightened mob. A young man, probably in his early twenties, slowly walked towards me, retreating a few times, he then pointed a small gun to my head, I could feel its cold exterior touching my scalp, I could hear the man trying his best to shoot the bullet, the small sound penetrated my ears. His hand trembled over the trigger, small clicking noises hovered through my ears as he tried to overcome his good nature and bring me to an end. It's amazing how people can't let go of their good side, of their connection with other living beings, even if it's for the greater good, a connection I never understood. The young man, unable to break hold of his empathy and caring ways, lowered his gun, and instead, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up, making me face the crowd. The people walked closer, pushing some little kids to the back.

The middle-aged man slowly and carefully moved in front of the crowd, his riffle's muzzle resting on my forehead. "Leave at once! You are not welcome here you beast!" his roaring voice screamed at me as he pushed his weapon against my skin.

I stayed quiet, for I had nothing to say, I had nowhere to go, so to where would I leave? The silence must have been too much for the man, his face turned pink and said, "Leave now!"

I lowered my head and whispered to the crowd, "Where would I go? You tell me."

I clearly tormented the man, his face turned red, his voice dropped, through gritted teeth, I heard a small growl.

"If you have nowhere to go, then we can take you anywhere," he crossed his arms, a small smirk formed on his tomato-red face, as if he thought I would be intimidated. Little did he know, I actually wanted them to take me away, send me somewhere else far, far from home. My head faced the concrete, the man got redder. "We will take her deep into the Evertrue Forest, if she is found here again, we shall show no mercy," the man faced the crowd, his voice confident and strong, he then turned to me, his cheeks were bright red and his face was turned into a large smirk.

Three men began walking me across town, one behind me, and two holding my arms. The sun still had me blind, but my vision was the least of my problems. The town I used to call home, and the life I used to call mine, was now so foreign and barren, I wanted to deny this was happening, that it was all just a dream; and when I would wake up, my mom would be there, giving me her signature bright smile.