3 June 2012
Jasmine
My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless. I was always two steps ahead of him, my body quicker than his. I was in control and the adrenaline that ran through me told me that I liked it. His blue and white checked shirt that was ripped open in his struggle exposed his pale chest. Bright red streaks ran across his already well defined abs, I let my fingertips lightly trace the raised bloody lines I'd gouged into his body not moments before. Lifting that fingertip to my lips, I licked away his sweet blood - a brilliant taste of victory filled my mouth. Like a lioness finally catching her gazelle. The water from the river lapped around his waist and my legs as I continued to straddle him. His body continued to lash away at me, but the power that surged inside of me burst into overdrive as I let my animal instincts take over.
I raised his head from the muddy river bank and wiped the tears from his cheeks. Holding his head in my hands, it took only a second to break his neck, but the pleasure it gave me felt like it lasted minutes. I let his limp body fall to the muddy floor as I rolled off him.
I stood up and walked a little further into the river, the setting sun cast shadows on the trees around me, and the light breeze made them dance on the river. Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the water, I could almost see the power emanating from my body. It was like I was seeing myself for the very first time. My long brown hair whipped gently around my shoulders in the breeze, and even in the murky river I saw my eyes; shining bright as I'd they were the pinnacle of all my powers. They glowed a silvery white colour, dazzling even to me.
I saw for the first time who I was. I was the hunter.
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Right in cue I woke up screaming again. But like every night, no one was around to hear my screams. There were no parents to come and tuck me into bed, to tell me everything was going to be alright; that it was just a bad dream. I lay there in the darkness of my tiny studio flat, on a bed that served as a couch and a dining table, sometimes both at the same time. It had been five months and twelve days since the 'accident' and the day that my parents kicked me onto the streets with no where else to go. I was crushed at first; I felt so alone and scared of who I was. If course I knew why my parents kicked me out; I was becoming more powerful as each day passed. With the energy coursing through my veins every second I was like a ticking time bomb - just waiting for the right element to set me off.
It took me a while to get back on my feet, I was lucky really that I had some savings put away from my job as a waitress. I went from staying at different friends houses every night, avoiding anything to do with water, to being able to move in to my own place; a carefree environment where I was a threat to no one.
Swinging my legs round he side of the bed, I perched on the edge ad ran my fingers through my hair, the loose knots catching on my rings. I tried shaking the horrible images from my mind, but I knew it was pointless. This dream I kept having wasn't a dream at all - it was a vicious memory from my darkest moment. My first murder - it was technically an accident?
Chapter 1 • Opuss № I