"Hh…"
The heavy breathing through my lungs. The drops of warm and cold sweat poured out through my pores. My shivering hands and knees. The liquid splattered on my cheeks. My eyes were covered with darkness as dark as the night is. The insects and crickets sing a lullaby to the bluish-white moon.
The calm evening became bloody.
"S-Stop…" she groaned, begging for mercy.
So, she's still alive. What a tough crack.
I watched the other corpse. He isn't moving, must be unconscious. I don't want to hear her voice.
"Hes-"
My lips formed a curve.
"Argghhh!" she screamed.
I intensely struck their heads. I desperately chopped their skull to my heart's content. I saw them lying… bleeding. Mouths are open, hoping to call out for help without voices. Their fluttering fingers and those eerie eyes staring at me gave me chills that urged me to mutilate their lifeless body.
I am not content.
I targeted their hearts that had stopped pumping. A heart that is supposed to give life, but now is futile. A life that I took from them.
"Hahaha!" I laughed—an evil laugh.
Killing wouldn't have been so amazing.
It gives me goosebumps; I can see my skin hair stiff. A feeling that I've been freed from a prison cell after a century. So excited like I rode an extreme ride from galaxy to Earth for just a second. An adventure like my spirit was separated from my body.
A fulfillment for myself.
"Ahahaha-"
I was about to laugh again and strike my victims when I sensed that someone else, aside from the three of us, was here in this room.
I closed my mouth. I was about to laugh again. I lowered my hands that are holding a blunt murder weapon. I alerted myself and widened my eyes. I gazed at a strange shadow in the left corner of the room. I dropped my weapon when I stumbled on the corpse. I remained silent for a moment to observe the noise.
*ttssskk*
I avert my eyes to where I heard the noise. It was in the left corner of this room again. I composed myself and held my weapon. I walked to the left corner slowly to confront that stupid noise. I felt different kind of shiver from what I felt while killing the two. I hold a tighter grip on my weapon.
Why don't you show yourself? Afraid of me?
"Show yourself!" I bawled.
But nothing showed up. I guess I have no choice but to teach a lesson to this one.
I walked again. Now I am standing in the left corner. I shrugged when I saw a rubbish closet.
*tsskk*
I heard a strange sound again. This one never knows when to give up.
Wait!
There's still the closet, the only thing that I haven't checked yet.
I smirked.
I know someone's hiding there. Better show yourself, doofus, or else you will be the third in my corpse collection.
I held my weapon in my right hand, and using my left hand, I quickly pulled the handle
"Hh!"
I saw you. I saw you standing inside the closet. You looked surprised when you saw me. I stared at you from head to toe in confusion.
I was going to ask you 'What are you doing inside my closet?' when you glared at me.
You seem… monstrous. It sent shivers down my spine. Then you smirked—the kind that made my heart race in grave fear.
My weapon slipped from my hand as I froze.
You stepped out of the closet and grabbed me by the neck, lifting me. I couldn't breathe. I coughed, my face going numb, my hands brushing against your ice-cold arms. You just stared at me, still wearing that smirk.
At this moment, in this room…
You just witnessed that I killed two of our own…
And now I was the one who was being hunted.
I know that I will face retribution…
But this is not supposed to be like this.
You are my witness, but simultaneously…
my killer