I have now changed this world to a sort of all persons Journal, if you want a guest poster so you can post your work then ask. anything is acceptable; poetry, writing whatever. i will start off with some of my own stuff. if you read this then do comment and pm me if you want to post something and want a guest poster
- Created By twiliwolf
Adam sat on his bed and craddled his head in sweaty palms. His breath was heavy and his body trembled. he could already taste it, the warmth, the salt, the iron in the blood. The wonderful feeling of the meat between his teeth. He craved it, he needed it, his body pulsed and throbed with screams of blood lust. But if the police found him this time...no they wouldn’t they never do. Just go, I’ll back you up a cold voice muttered in his head. “no! no! no! NOO!” Adam screamed, he wasn’t a monster and he didn’t want to be, for fifteen years this thing had tormented him, forcing him to crave it and need it. You know you wont servive without it, the police wont find you they never do, go do it tonight, I’m right behind you the voice mused. Adam heaved a shaky sigh and raised his head slowly looking around at his room, he worked as a sort of janator for an apartment complex and in return he was given housing.
There was a sudden throb in his viens and he bent over as if to keep something from bursting from his chest. He tried to scream but the pain in his chest was restricting his throat, making it hard to breath and make any noise at all. Adam choked and could only whimper and groan, it was like something was crushing his chest and throat. tears welled in his eyes and his heart beat faster and faster. Adam’s vision blurred and he got very dizzy and felt a smack on the right side of his body. it took him a while to realize that he had smashed against the floor. He struggled and continued to try to scream for help, the pain was unbearable. finally it stopped and drained of energy he lay there, breathing heavily and silently sobbing to himself.
Adam, coughed and whatever the voice was took over his mind. The red drug, he liked to call it, was making him move, forcing him to get up and find it. he crawled off the floor, sweaty, shaking and cold. He clambered to the window and crawled out to the fire escape. Adam hit it with a clatter and got up supporting himself on the railing. Adam slid down the escape ladder and onto the cobblestone streets below. He hit the road like a sack of potatoes but rose and stumbled down the street. Adam had to keep a shoulder on the brick walls to keep his balance, he could feel the rough bricks tearing up his shirt but his mind wasn’t focused on the pain, it was focused on finding a victim.
Time was meaningless, Adam’s mind wasn’t counting the seconds, he was an animal, he couldn’t think. He just had to keep moving until he fulfilled his burning addiction for blood. By the time Adam had gotten almost two miles away from home his hands and shoulders had been shredded and blood was on him. The scent only drove him more insane and more hungry. Finally a figure appeared from an alley. Adam’s senses locked on the figure and the voice spoke; Male, rather tall, obviously must stronger then you. you must be quick...
The man stopped for a moment when he saw Adam almost afraid, or concerned. Adam looked insane and hurt, a boy, looking starved, shoulders and hands bleeding and torn up and eyes wide. Adam felt a throb in the back of his head and he took a shaky step towards the man, not wanting him to run off. The man took a step back and it was like the starting gun for Adam. He raced at the man with all the speed he could muster, the man took a sharp turn and tried to run away but by the time his back was to Adam, it was to late. Adam leaped onto the man’s back and did the think he’d been dying to do; he sunk his teeth deep into the mans shoulder, past the cloth to the flesh which split and like a crack in a dam blood spurted into his mouth. The mix of salt from sweat then iron in the blood was heavenly, it was like mothers milk to Adam. Fool! the voice screamed, Kill him now! Eat Later! Adam, pulled his head back ripping a chunk out of the man’s shoulder, it was like some one had turned the volume up on the radio again, the man’s screaming reached his ears finally. Adam realized that they were on the ground, wrestling. The man was beating him and screaming for help but Adam had experience in killing and he bit the man right on the wind pipe. again the flow of blood flooded into his mouth but this time it bubbled as the man tried to suck in air. The mans hands grabbed Adams face and hair, trying to pry him off but Adam had a death grip. The voice was screaming at him, egging him on. suddenly the man stopped struggling and fell limp, everything was silent. Absolute dead silence, Adam slowly pushed himself up, looking at the man, no, his kill. The man’s face was contorted in pain and fear still. Adam started breathing very fast and almost sobbing as he did. He tried the calming deep breaths but it didn’t work, so he just bent over and sobbed bloody tears, then leaning over the man, began to feast.
Adam returned to his room in the early hours of the morning, still sobbing to himself, but he had no more tears to cry. His dry and empty sobs rang throughout his room as he took off his blood soaked clothes and walked out into the living room half naked. He stuffed the clothes under the fire wood so no one would see them, or so he hoped. He then returned to his room and pulled on some fresh clothes. Adam returned to his bed and hugged his knees rocking slightly, doing his best not to think of what he did but not being able to get it out of his mind. And all the while, the voice laughed at his weakness.
~Kimiki Yoshikuni 2008