He grabbed his hoodie and went out hunting. He was desperate to kill.Unfortunately, the police had been keeping an eye on him.

He only eats animals so far, and one day he might have to resort to human flesh. Not tonight, yet he could find some small rats or birds. Surprisingly, he has never actually killed anyone yet. He never wanted to do it. He hopes he won't have to remember the first time he ate rat blood. Yet this night was just thirsty for blood, and he could not find any animal in sight. It's been weeks or days since he had a meal—days of hunger, days of trying not to hunt when others are around. During the day, he can't do it when others are around. He can't do it at night since the policeman recently.

He went down an alleyway only to discover something 

there was some random guy walking alone.

Crutis's tummy was growling and swirling. His instincts were about to take over if he was not careful.

He appears to be bringing home some late-night snacks from Seven Eleven.

Maybe he will eat after all, and his instincts just kicked in.

He used his superspeed to cross from rooftop to rooftop before landing quietly.

He was near his new victim.

They were minding their own business while listening to music, and its head was bobbing.

It was right there for the taking, begging to be devoured.

Perfect. His first human kill was because his instincts controlled his thinking process.

He crept closer and nearer to his prey.

It was very dark out, and he could barely tell what the guy looked like.

He tripped over a tin can and quickly scrambled away.

Whos there? 

The stranger asked and looked behind him.

The guy sounded like someone around his age and looked short. when his vision changed to red and was full of hunger.

He also realised this might be a bust, and he could get caught. Curtis was about to call it off and eat something else.

"Show yourself I'm not scared of some stupid monster!"

That's enough, and his anger fumed.

He was not a bloodthirsty monster and hated that word.

He was trying to survive, and they were the monsters hunting for sport.

They have more than what they need.

They were selfish, yet they were careless too.

In a quick second, he caught his prey against the wall with his claws.

The victim started shaking and whimpering.

Go ahead and kill me.

Certis was taken away by this response, but he did not care.

Hunger took control and slashed his shoulder.

A little blood dripped, and it seemed tasty.

It was only a tiny cut, unnoticeable.

"I take that back, and I thought you wouldn't!"

The man squirmed and kicked him in the gut.

He managed to escape from its grasp.

For a split second, Curtis groaned in pain.

He had to grab and find his food again.

With inhuman speed, he snatched him in a split second.

The guy asked in fear.

How are you?

The stranger started to cry.

For some reason, he suddenly regrets trying to take this man's life.

He did not seem that much younger and could be in high school too.

He might have friends and family who love him very much.

He quivered at the thought of losing someone he loved.

He disliked the thought because of his real family.

He never got rid of the hurt he felt or the scar on his heart.

That's not all he lost, and it hurts.

He never got to say how much Curtis loved that person, but they are now dead.

He felt hurt and sour in his chest.

He does not want to make his friends and family depressed.

So he had a better idea in mind.