She tossed her blood stained clothes into the washing machine along with a couple of tide pods.She didn't want to be apart from the blood smell, nor get rid of it, but it was something that had to be done.She slammed down the lid aggressively, and the banging sound of the metal echoed through her empty apartment.Emptiness.A feeling that was always within her, though not inside of her.Something else had taken up the space inside her.Something that had proceeded to twist her mind and thoughts, and inked her heart with darkness.She had to keep it inside of her, and had to keep allowing it to continue with it's sinister plans of death.It almost settled her, knowing that her true self wasn't the one committing all these sins.
SHE was.The dark side that had taken over her heart and mind was the one planning out every detail in murdering people, the one bringing the arms to tear into human flesh, the one bringing the demon out of her.She knew she couldn't stop it.So she followed it.
She stumbled forward as she tried to make her way out of the little crook, and into the slightly wider space of the living area.The walls from left to right were lined with weapons: Katanas, daggers, bayonets, ropes, and a series of pouches and duffel bags stuffed with illegal substances such as marijuana, crystal meth, crack, chlorine, and cocaine.They came in handy when her victims weren't so willing to cooperate, and she just needed to put their minds elsewhere before shutting it down forever.She bent down, her hands rubbing against the sharp edges of the swords and knives, and she watched as her own blood oozed out of the handmade cuts.She squeezed her hands into a fist to prevent further blood from spilling out.Perhaps injuring oneself near the palm and wrist, where many important veins are, wasn't the most clever idea.She brought her hands up to her lips and licked the salty, fishy liquid off her hands and arms in effort to cleaning up after herself.She had learn to adapt to this habit, because cleaning after one's sin prevents police from finding any evidence of her doings.It was sly, and sinful, but all the while worth it.The demon inside needed it.She had to obey.
Before she could continue to process the extra amount of blood coming out the same wounds, she felt her eyelids get heavy and the image before her of her weapons began to swirl together until it everything slowly began to merge into the new darkness arriving.
Something was happening..the demon was coming out.
Her body out of force slumped onto the tile floor and curled itself up into a ball, as the darkness slowly crept in.The windows fluttered open allowing huge gusts of wind to flow inside and blow all her surroundings away from her.But she felt nothing-no breeze, no chills, no goosebumps.What was this?
The floor underneath her began to crack, tile by tile until only the tiles around her in a circle shape remained to keep her from falling into the pit of darkness with screams of pain emerging from it's depths.The screams weren't distant at all to her ears.These were the screams of her victims as they passed through their last moments of life.They were coming-leaking out from her dark mind and they were clawing at her ankles and legs, forcing her to join them in the mysterious beings of hell.With every hand and palm that grasped her legs, blood drained out from her eyes and fell to her dress like tears.Her pupils snapped shut, and locked the burning blood inside of it's lids.Her legs trembled and stung from the airy hands that grabbed at her toes and knees, trying to drag her down with them.She was being punished.Not by the spirits of the victims, nor by the demon inside of her heart.
She was punishing herself.It was the feeling and thought of great guilt that brought such images and events pass her eyes and mind.
She had never experienced something more terrifying and heartbreaking as this before.Her fists pounded at her heart and her legs loosened as she was just about to give in into the darkness, before everything stopped.The screaming, the visions, the voices, the grabbing, and most relieving, the pain.
The current scene and series of images that had just appeared before her eyes vanished in an exhale, and she was back into her apartment, crumbled on the floor.No windows were truly opened, no floors were falling apart, no pit of doom and screams echoing throughout the room.It was just her, and her mind again.
..what was that?Was it her thoughts?Was it real?Was the demon inside getting the best of her??
She couldn't tell what was real and what was not anymore.All she knew at that moment was that she needed more blood.And she needed it quick.
And so my friend, at that very moment, our killer ended her own life without realizing it.It was so quick, yet so excruciating.A pool of crimson red liquid piled around her corpse, and the demon inside of her started to find it's way out of her body and seeked for a new soul to corrupt.
for those who are confused, from your author:
yes yes i know.The killer, or who you thought would be the main character of this story died.But that definitely does not mean that our story ends, no no no.It hasn't ended.In fact: it just started.