The Monster In Me

The blood splashed onto my face as the monster ripped his arms out of their sockets. The victim's screams and his laughs bounced off the concrete walls of the basement. He was drenched in blood. The man beneath him no longer had arms or legs. The victim's cries of pain fell upon deaf ears.

The smell of death lingered in the air . He turned to his table of tools and grabbed the axe. The victim's head was his next target. As he begged for his life, the monster lifted his arms above his head as if he wanted to shout for victory. The victim looked at me and in his eyes , all I saw was fear. Tears streamed down my face as I watched.

The axe struck , connecting to his neck with full force. The impact from the hit sent me to the floor. The head rolled off the table and on to the ground . I didn't know what to do . I cried harder, pounding my fists on the floor .

Why do I feel weak around him, I thought, Why can't I just kill him? The monster let out a menacing laugh that filled the room as if he knew what I was thinking. '' Did you have fun?'' the monster said. I whimpered as an icy chill ran down my spine. Before I could answer, I heard a soft cry through the vents.

That was when I realized another victim would be dealt with by the monster. I decided at that moment , something had to be done. As I got up from the blood clouted floor and walked into the next room, I saw the monster grinning with intense madness . I looked on the table of torture. I picked my weapon of choice, a scalpel.

As he began to play with his victim, I lunged and sliced his arm deep. Then I lifted the scalpel to his face and cut his cheek. Blood began to squirt in the air. The monster and I began to tussle . He threw me against the wall with great strength and I hit my head on the mirror which shattered beneath me.

I picked up a piece of shattered glass to finally end his terror. As I rose my hand to kill him, out the corner of my eye I saw a reflection and realized the monster was .... me.