I kicked the panel until it gave way. The heaviness of the cold air filled my head. I inspected the whites, making sure of my sanity. As if crossing the street, my head constantly turned from left to right. Finally, I reached the white door to freedom.
It led me to the open dark sky looming over the parked cars. The moon was not yet in sight, but a group of clouds huddled together to form a thick line. I stood there for who knows how long, but no hair populated my bare skin. Fine drops of rain evaporated upon contact.
My attention turned to the blazing re
At the flash of lightning, his mouth opened, “Before we begin, I ask you this. How does crimson taste like?”“Uhh, bitter?”“Exactly. I remember clearly the day when I had my first blood. But no blood was tastier than burning blood exhausted from the pursuit. It is when the richness of it reaches its peak.”“How did you tame it?”
The clouds cleared the next day. I pulled the violet curtain of my room, blocking the light of night. At least, it kept the beast at bay, but the constant crave for blood plagued my mind. Pork’s blood was the closest I could get, but I wasn’t enough to satisfy me.I constantly reminded myself of what I did to Florice. The image of the girl I saw in that convertible circulated along with it. Countless questions outweighed my hunger. I hoped to meet her again someday. Maybe then will the questions be answered.Dad entrusted me with the groceries
“Good morning Crimson Stone,” a man in tight, grayish white suit sternly looked at the screen of our flat TV, “Six months have passed, but the police have found no leads to the untimely death of two boys a few months ago.” The camera panned to the sharply dressed woman, “Another incident happened at the small town of Crimson Stone during the week. The residents feared of a possible crazy man on the loose or worse, another Tyrone Netherwell incident.”
Another round of shots roared beyond the trees. My grizzly opponent reverted from our locked hold and sped off behind me. Harrowing laughs followed the echoes of grunting animals. “Nobody hunts like Tyrone! I will get to you, beast, so say your measly prayers,” the man screamed above his lungs.&
The question caught me off guard, “I could only stay here for one night.” “Can’t you extend your stay?” “My father must be hounding the streets as we speak.”
“So, where were we?” she smiled like everything was under control. “Don’t you think that was too much?” “Oh, they will get over it. Besides, the owner is a family friend of mine.”
The redness spread out to my palms, and the color began to thicken. Some hairs pushed from the bumps. How could this happen? I thought it only affects me when I’m outside. People populated every square inch of the place. I could barely see the exit. The heat grew more intense, proportional to the itch. I pushed away crowds with my elongating claws. Some of them screamed in pain when they touched my skin.
Countless hours and people passed by the other side of the metal rods. They tossed me a meal meant for pets—a viscous chowder with chunks of meat. Like my soul, it was empty after the contents slid through my throat. It tasted horrible—it reflected the monster inside of me. Yellowed light emanating from the square window threatened to grab me. I felt around the walls and shrunk into one corner. Cradling like a child hiding from his mother—if I get caught, it would spell trouble. I held my simmering heart for who know