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I cleaned the blood off my hands with the McDonald's napkins and drove off into the night. Jonathan deserved it. He cheated on me, many times. He said he liked how I was crazy, so I finally showed him what crazy looks like. Now I’m gonna dump his pathetic body on the roadside (next to my last ex) and let Mother Nature do the rest of the work. I put on my playlist and smile like I won the lottery. God it feels good to be crazy. Morales and forgiveness bore me, I’d rather get the job done myself than depend on Karma. Plus, I get to have fun playing with organs and making funny faces with their mouth and eyes. I probably shouldn’t do that to my patients when I’m a doctor.

Which is kind of ironic. I’m a killer who’s devoting her life to a career that saves other people’s lives. It will satisfy my curiosity for blood and bodies enough to not have to do these things. However, if the patient annoys me, you bet I’m pulling the plug.

You might wonder what happened to me that I murder people without guilt. I could say the crunch of crushing snails under my shoes felt satisfying as a young child. Or after cutting frogs in science class and investigating all the insides, I’d go to the forest and do my own little experiments. I always found it satisfying cutting the body up. looking at the systems working together. Hitting specific nerves that made the legs jump. This one time I tried to see how long frogs could hold their breath underwater. I held one underneath the pond and then waited for it to stop moving. Then another frog came and tried to bite me to save the frog in my hand. I took my butter knife that I stole from the kitchen and stabbed them both. Mother tried to tell me killing animals is wrong. Despite that, I just cleaned the blood on the knife in the pond and put it back in the drawers when she wasn’t looking.

The truth is, I do feel a little guilty when I’m killing a person, but it’s not like I can help it. I mean I would go to therapy, but they would get authorities involved. If “they felt like I was gonna harm myself or others,” I would be in hand cuffs. Which completely destroys the point of therapy for me. It’s supposed to be a safe place where you can say whatever you want without any consequences. Whatever, it’s not like I’m killing important people, or important frogs, or important whatever. If anything, they did me wrong. I tried to warn my friends, but none of them took me seriously whenever I said “I killed my last ex.” I mean, I might have said it in a sarcastic tone, and then laughed and said I was joking, and I was drunk, but still. Not my fault, it’s theirs. They should have seen it coming, or Jonathan at least.

Anyways, the night is young and the wind is blowing . I’m the only car on this two-way road. Why? I guess it's a little creepy in the dark, and it’s not near the city. No sign of life here, only the road and street lights at every intersection. You know what, now that I’m thinking about it, all the street lights have only been green, and not once has it been red. I forgot where exactly I dumped my last ex, so I continue and see where this road leads me.

I don’t understand how the street lights stay green. I stop at one to see if it ever turns red.

It’s been five minutes, and it's still green. Are they broken?

I wait some more. And some more. And a little more.

It's been 23 minutes, they haven't changed once.

“What's the point of putting street lights then?” I say to myself.

I continue to drive, feeling a little confused about where I actually am. There are no signs of speed limits, or where I’m driving to. Just emptiness, but it's filling me up with adrenaline and thoughts. Is it a dead end or a cliff? A small neighbourhood or into a lonely forest? Wherever I’m going, I know it’s nowhere a sane person would go at midnight, and I like that.

It’s been a while, currently 3:46 am and I turned off my music. I’ve been driving for two hours and I’m disappointed. There’s nothing interesting to see so I’m pretty bored. I’m going to throw Jon’s body somewhere here. As I say that though, I see something on the ground. Maybe it’s my eyes, but it doesn’t hurt to try. It’s kind of far, but I have to see something fun before I leave this place.

As I drove closer and closer, it looked like roadkill. “Maybe a deer?” I thought to myself. Something human size for sure.

Well It was definitely human size, because it's a dead man. Another murdered man, nice. I drive up until I’m ten feet away from the body. There’s some blood around his body. He's old, and wore a grey jacket and khaki pants. His face turned so I could not see, but his hair was white and his skin was incredibly wrinkled. The body looks fresh, a little too fresh. As I studied the body in my car, I don't know what but my gut was telling me something I didn’t like.

I tried to check around me, and that's when I saw a figure behind my car. It was far enough so I could see it’s entire body, but I had no clue what I was looking at.

Everything became dead silent and I could hear the blood pumping in my body. I froze at the stare we were both sharing. I understood what the feeling in my gut was.

It was wearing something. Draped in black cloth. However, the cloth looked like it was drenched. Their body had tiny… droplets on them?

I was deciding what to do. Do I wait and see what it’s going to do? What if I reverse my car and kill it? Should I pull down the window and say something? Before I could do anything, it started to walk slowly to my car. My heart is in my stomach and I can barely swallow because my throat is clogged with fear. I usually have nothing to fear, and I could kill someone before they touch me, but I knew this wasn't a human. Their arms and shoulders were too big and broad, and it’s eyes were a deep colour of red, all of it.

He approached my window, and lightly tapped my window twice. I refuse to, then in a monotone yet frustrated voice, they slowly say

“I won’t ask again.”

I got confused whether this thing is human or not. I could not distinguish through the voice if it was a boy or a girl, but it knew how to speak english. I open my window, but only a little.

“I need blood.”

“...for?”

“Too eat”

“I….uh……..have a dead body...in my trunk….. You can have that”

My voice is shaking, and I notice the tiny blood drops on his clothes. It’s almost as if they're sweating blood, but the cloth soaks it in.

“I am not here.”

“Where?”

“Here,” they say as they point to the road.

“Where...where are you...then?” I ask

“It’s raining here” they say, as it notices I’m looking at the blood droplets

“I don't understand….who...what are you?”

“I have to kill you”

“...No…….I….why?”

“Because I have to”

There was a silence for a short while, but then I broke it

“What if I killed you first”

“You don't want to be stuck here”

“Where?”

“Where I am”

I looked confused, but I was getting angry. I was about to question what they were saying, but they cut me off

“You stay here. Say your last prayers. Say goodbye. I will take your friend. I eat. You wait for me. I promise you, you would rather die, then be here.”

I close the window, they go to my trunk, gets Jonathon’s body, and walk right next to the old guy. Their left hand on his neck, and their right on his waist. They twisted his body, and the bones cracked like bubble wrap. I would have been satisfied with that sound, but my head is too worried about what I am going to do right now. As it’s eating away at Jon’s stomach, I’m questioning if I should hit this monster at the back with my car. I don’t wanna die, but what is this place are they talking about. What if they’re messing with me, to make me stay? So that I don’t drive away.

Should I let this thing kill me? Or should I kill myself first?

No.

I’m gonna kill it.

I could drive fast into his back. I just have to drive forward. My hand is on the stick.

1...2...3

I drive right into them, I then reverse, and bump into its back again. I park my car, take my knife and get out of the car. I run up to the creature, and It’s on the ground. To make sure it's dead, I stab it with a knife. They were so soft, like butter, and their body squirted out blood so high it almost showered me in it. It was like stabbing a juicy tomato.

“Oh, well that was easy”

I stand there, thinking how stupid and helpless this thing was. I could have killed it instantly and not waste my time. Then something strange started to happen. Blood was pouring on the road. I thought it was the monster bleeding, but it was coming from behind me. I turned to look and the road was pouring blood like a river, and my feet had disappeared in it. Bodies peppered everywhere on the road. Like the light switch was pushed, it turned from night to day, and the sun was big and golden. The sky was a bright red colour, and mountains of people were piling as I froze in horror. Bones and flesh were raining from meat-shaped clouds. I couldn’t believe it. I understood what they meant now. All the bodies on the road had been carried by the blood river, and I sit down in it.

I am in awe. I could never imagine a world like this. I never believed anything like this could ever happen. I see my reflection in the blood and notice my skin has changed. My hands are veiny and my eyes feel different.

Most people would say this is hell on earth.

But I have found my heaven.

As I notice myself still shifting into this alter reality, I think to myself

“I could get used to this.”