I have heard it all before: “You have the most intense eyes I have ever seen.” Some would even describe me as looking like some kind of animal. It doesn’t bother me one bit. It’s even a compliment in a way. The thing is, I am an animal; an animal with a brain bigger than something out of the Sahara. I am an animal that will dig my teeth into something other than a helpless cantaloupe. I aim for more adept prey; a prey that society would call “human.”
I know what you are thinking: “what kind of person could even think of committing such a heinous act against their fellow man?” but I’m an animal, remember? Don’t worry. There is a criteria for me to consider you prey. The one person who fits that criterion is my roommate. Oh he fits it so well. I see the way he looks at me. I see how he acts around me. The passive aggressiveness, the smart ass comments, the intentional loud noise that is made at inconvenient times of the day; it will all end soon enough.
We share a two bedroom apartment with a common area. It won’t be too hard to devise a plan. It has to be perfect though, this is my first kill after all. You would think someone of my diction would have already had something to mount on the wall, right? However, Humans I have yet to kill. Animals on the other hand have had the misfortune of coming into contact with my blade. I have had the fortune of tasting the blood of many unsuspecting beating hearts of Mother Nature. The blood of squirrels, cows, rabbits, deer and many more have tasted very good. I am however ready for the top shelf of blood. And the blood that will taste the sweetest is that of your enemy, the blood of your species.
How will I do it? Well that’s what I have dreams about; and nightmares. Dreams because of the euphoria I get with the thought of the blood covering the floor. Nightmares because of the many ways I can fuck this up. Sure, I can fuck this up having some outside interaction but that’s not what worries me the most. What worries me is the life will leave his body or he will go into shock before I have inflicted the entirety of my punishment, my feast. I have too many things in mind I want to do before I strike the final blow. But what order? Knife under the fingernails, knife gouging out the eyes, knife cutting out the tongue; there are just too many options and they are all swimming around my head. One thought surpassing the other like sharks discovering a bleed out dolphin not knowing which shark will take the first chunk.
The night is getting closer. The air is getting colder. He is always out late but comes back around 3:00 am. By 3:00 am. I will be ready. He will think that I am asleep but little does he know about the animal waiting in plain sight. The animal that will sink its teeth into his jugular, the animal that will draw the worthless life from his body and make it mine, the animal that will lick the blood off the end of the blade and savor the taste.
How will I subdue my prey you might ask? Etorphine is the answer. Etorphine is a tranquilizer and will knock him out for a period. Long enough for me to strap his body into a chair and begin my feast.
The clock strikes 2:30 am. I am ready for my prey. My heart is beating out of my chest; I can barely keep down the food I ate hours ago. I hear the clock ticking on the wall, I hear the drunken college kids returning to their rooms, I hear the buzzing of the refrigerator; I hear everything. It gets louder and louder every minute the hand moves closer to the 12 on the clock.
2:59 Am. One minute to go. I’ll wait behind the door? No. I’ll hide behind the wall in the kitchen? No. I’ll wait in my room in the dark. NO. Fuck! What to do? I’ll do some more cocaine and I’ll have the answer. It’s the only thing that clears my head, the only thing that lets me see reality as it should be. Burns like a motherfucker but it’s the right kind of burn, a burn that I want to feel all the time. HE’S AT THE DOOR! I hear the metal of his keychain clinging. It is time to be reborn the king of the jungle, it is time to make his voice go away for good, it is time for my first kill.
Well he started it, so it’s only right that I finish it. My brother told me about his roommate he had. A roommate who looked like he had drank 10 cups of coffee every day and always had people in and out of his room. My brother is new to the university so he got paired with a random roommate. He suspected him of being a drug dealer but had no proof until he saw someone leaving with a white, powder filled bag in their hand. As a police officer I knew this was my chance; my chance to bust him for selling cocaine? Oh no. I get opportunities like that all the time. This was my opportunity to remove a piece of scum from the earth permanently.
I instructed my brother to play on his roommates’ paranoia; to give him looks that frustrate him, to make loud noises at bad times of the night, and to make him feel that he is unsafe. I told my brother to do these things until the day comes that his roommate was at the breaking point. One thing you need to understand about cops is we all have different reasons for doing the job. There are cops that want to help people, that would give there life to save another’s. There are cops that have an inferiority complex that want to feel like a man and the only way they can do that is by putting a piece of metal on their shirt. Then there are cops like me; cops that use that piece of metal to kill without consequence. But to kill without consequence you have to set it up right.
My brother did as I ordered of course. He informed me that his roommate was losing his mind, sweating all the time, and was an outright mess. I knew that it was time to make my move. I instructed my brother to return at the same time every night so a schedule was planted in his roommates head. I waited until my brother told me that his roommate was at the breaking point; and then I made my move. At 3:00 am. I took my brothers keys and unlocked his door. To my surprise the little cunt was charging at me with a knife. I drew my night stick and landed a blow so hard that his wrist shattered and he dropped to his knees. He was defenseless at this point and I knew it was time for me to have some fun, this was now MY feast.
So what can you do at this point as an officer of the law to still make this look like you’re doing your job? The first thing you need to know is I didn’t call this in. To everyone else this is a random event and my brother’s life was saved because of me. So I do now what I’ve thought about every night since I became a man that was to serve and protect. I land blow after blow all over his body. I broke his ribs, his legs, his arms, and his back. I broke every bone that my metal could come in contact with. He screamed, he begged, and he suffered over every moment that I had with him. Don’t worry dear people I took a criminal off of the street in the best way possible. My final blow to the head left his face crushed in as a pool of blood ran out on the floor. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I have never been so proud to be an officer of the law taking such a risk off of the street.
I love my job so much better now. As they zipped his body up in a body bag all of my colleagues gave me a pat on the back for exterminating such a monster. I’m a hero and he is a villain. That’s how the story goes. But to be honest he and I are the same. He’s a killer and I’m a killer. I was just smarter about it. I didn’t hate him. On the contrary, I love him deep down. He will always be on my mind. I will always remember him every morning I breathe the air the earth provides for me and the soil the earth provides for him. In another life we could be partners with the same cause; but now I love him for nothing other than my first kill.
Submitted December 04, 2017 at 06:52AM by EssenceOfNightshade1 http://ift.tt/2ibSSjD nosleep
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