All Victims Bleed Red

Night 1

The cracks in the walls ooze with the dew of the night as the blood from my lips trickles down the chin of the person I once was. The room feels as though it's out of a scene from a movie; metal bars, and cinder block walls that crumble with the fate of all the guilty. The question of how I ended up here is one of many. Many I won't live to answer. All due to the monster burning inside, a vision of something I can't control.

The rest of my life will be spent here; behind bars they all think will hold me. But what they fail to understand is the destruction the other side has caused. And he will stop at nothing to make sure the walls are lined with the blood of the forsaken. Well, the blood He views as forsaken. He doesn't like this place; being locked up drives him crazy which allows me the task of trying to keep him calm. Nights are the worst. At night he tries to tear through me, bite through the confines of my soul and turn me into something I'm not. That's the thing, I only ever see the aftermath. He leaves me behind to finish whatever job he creates for himself. This is why I can't let him out.

It took twenty victims for him to get caught; but they captured me instead. Twenty bodies to hide with no information as to what happened all crafted into my file. They let me see them after I was brought here and other than a brief look outside they keep me sane. They're puzzles that I don't have all the pieces to; my other half hidden from me, only known to the eyes of the victims. And that's what they are, even the living. Victims, they just don't know it yet.

I observe the obscure and eerie look of the cell I'm to be locked in forever. Cold. like the heart of a killer. Black as the night, lifeless as the look in my eyes, and a word I don't dare think. That's his trigger. I can't feel it, think it, or even picture the word in my mind but it's hard when it's the only emotion you want to feel.

Blood, the delectable taste on the top of my bottom lip, a nice change from bread. Thick, metallic, and gooey all things to drive the taste buds insane. Enough to drive me insane, so much so that I lose it, nod off a little, allow my body to be fully consumed in the taste.

Mistake. I let out an animalistic noise and suddenly they're upon me. Men and women in uniforms to show me just how much power they think they have. False. He has all the power, he always has. These people are mere mortals, idiots who believe that behind these bars lies a human being.

They crowd me, barking orders to stop me from injuring my lip further. I ignore their beck and call. One goes far enough to grab at my face, aggressively swiping me with a rag, ridding me of my red treat. He goes as far to shove my face away causing it to hit the wall behind me. I cry out as they laugh and taunt at the poisonous person I am. Salty drops make their way out of my eyes and sting the open wounds on my lip. It is at this point which I allow myself to think of the life I had before he attacked my mind. I am all consumed with loneliness.

Lonely. I am lonely.

And suddenly the wind is knocked out of me, my chest tightens as my ribs snap like twigs on a branch. Spine cracks and nails extend beyond their usual length. As I arch my back my pupils are overcome with the familiar feeling of blackness and that's when it happens. He is upon me.

The floor I lay on is wet, much like before but I know it's not the dew of the night. The clothes have been ripped from my back and I lay facing what used to be my prison. Metals bars ripped away and blood. So much blood. But I can't help but be excited at the dead people I see. It's what happens, each time I become more and more like him. Cravings for blood get stronger, it's almost irresistible. I stand on the limbs that belong to me once again and I walk the corridor passing all his latest victims still oozing with blood for me to devour. It's a treat for someone like me, I tried to warn them all. Victims will be victims and what they say is true. All Victims Bleed Red.

Until Next Time,

WB