12 September 2012
-uploaded it earlier but accidentally deleted it!-
I smile grimly, looking at the whitecoats. Sometimes my time with them isn't fun. It isn't nice. It doesn't get my adrenaline rushing. They're starving me. I haven't eaten in so long... I can still recall the taste of that girl's blood... Spiced. Sweet. Tangy. Perfect.
I snarl at the whitecoats rushing about the room. I sit in a glass cell in the centre, surrounded by movement and bright, burning lights and disinfectant burns my eyes and nose and tongue. The smell of blood, however, overpowers it. I can feel their heartbeats, I know how little effort it would require to crush them. They. Smell. So. Good. My canines lengthen and my lips draw back. My hair is plastered to my forehead.
'Miss,' I steal the attention of one whitecoat: a short, plump woman with bow-shaped lips and blonde hair. 'Miss, let me out.' I fasten my eyes to hers, capturing her wide green eyes inside my own. 'Please.' She moves, trance like, placing the plastic tag around her neck in alignment with the scanner on the side of my glass cage. The door opens with a sharp, resounding 'click!' and I release her from my magic, a feral grin moving across my features of its own accord. 'Thank you,' I say and grasp her swiftly, snapping her neck in one precise movement.
In moments, I feel sated. I remember little of my feasting: it was a haze if bloodlust and screams. I look around, at the laboratory. Bodies, everywhere. Dismantled corpses and bloody streaks across the floor. My hunger no longer rises and pushes against barriers - I am satisfied.
With a small smile, I move from the room. I have conquered my makers. I truly am number One.
I Am Number One. • Opuss № I