The dark crimson blood reeked of a metallic and foul odor.Steve froze in place. But his first reaction wasn't to help or even to panic. Instead, it was to stare down at his own shoes, now smeared with blood.Frowning in disgust, he quickly took his shoes off and threw them into the trash."Finally, it's quiet and clean," he muttered to himself as a strange, twisted smile spread across his face.A neighbor called the police.Sirens wailed as ambulances and police cars arrived one after another.Paige was rushed to the hospital, but the baby couldn't be saved.The doctor said it had been a deformed fetus, incompletely developed from the start. Even if it had been carried to term, it wouldn't have survived.So much for Steve's prized "primitive genes".When the police took him away, Steve was still frantically scrubbing his hands. He was washing them with that cheap air freshener, the same bottle I'd once thrown into the water.As they handcuffed him, he kept laughing, drool dr
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