Catharsis [Novel]

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

PART THREE

-VENGEANCE -

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE 

            It's been three days since my decision.  I've spent thirty-six hours holed up in my warehouse afraid to go outside.  Afraid of what I will do if I step one foot outside the safety of these walls that can guarantee my lack of interaction with another human being.  Days spent accepting the weight of the knowledge that I am now a murderer.  That I have willingly chosen to take another human's life.  I took his life...and I enjoyed it.  And the worst part?  I don't regret it.

            I've never felt stronger or more alive than I have these last few days.  My senses are communicating with me at a rate that I never thought possible.  My brain can process stimuli at a rate beyond what any normal person should be able to.  It's the most thrilling experience I've ever had.  I've never enjoyed something as much as this in my entire life.

            Whatever power I thought I had tasted prior to this - after I had satiated myself on the animal blood - pales to what courses through me now.  Just breathing is an adventure.  I can feel the air pressure around my body change with each inhale and exhale. 

            This is awesome in the true definition of the word.  The sum of the awe in me is almost debilitating.  My brain is moving so quickly and taking in so much at any one moment, that movement is nearly beyond me.  For the past twelve hours I've done little aside from sit in the middle of the warehouse and stare at the walls while savoring every bit of information that my senses can bring me.

            I hope Lazzy can get into his bag of food that I brought home.  I just dropped everything once I got inside, and I haven't touched them since.

            Oh...and how much faster or stronger am I now?  That's a thought that won't leave me alone.