A sob tore through my throat as I ran, the rain pelting me with small bullets. The wind howled, reminding me of what I had done.
All the crimes I had committed. All those who had to die. I had so much blood on my hands.
A clap of thunder boomed through the air. A lightning bolt struck.
I had taken their brains, lungs, muscles, skin.
I tore their hearts out eagerly.
I was so foolish.
And now I was paying for it.
No one stopped me. I am alone in this world.
I tripped into the mud, landing on my hands and knees. And cried. Sobbed into the relentless gale. Let it find me. Lord knows I deserved it.
I couldn't get back up. My legs felt like lead, my arms uncooperative.
I heard the sound of the demon as it approached me. I turned my head to see.
It was a frightening demon, the devil itself come to reap me, take me to Hell. I didn't care. I had created this monster.
As it loomed over me, a funny thought struck through my mind like the lightning, so desperate, so quick.
Like the rabbits I had killed.
My last thought should have been glorious. It should have been revealing, teaching me all there was to know.
But no. My last thought was this: Now I know what blood tastes like.
The creature reached down for me with its mismatched arms, seeking to tear me limb from limb as vengeance.
I screamed. The pain was too much to bear as my arms and legs were severed from me.
But soon it was over. And I saw my savior's face one last time.
The face that freed me from myself.
