Born Human. Due to die the Subject of the War.
By Emily Charlotte Cooledge
Copyright 2012 © EmilyCharlotteCooledge
For the endless limits of imagination, because nothing is impossible.
(Formally known as Born Human. Due to die a Survivor.)
The white walls were sprayed in crimson blood giving contrast for once to the pure white corridors. I stared at each droplet as the blood slowly dripped down the wall forming a small puddle underneath where the bodies lay, their eyes open and their mouths slightly ajar letting the echo of their last breath rattle up from within them.
Drip, drip, drip.
The softest sound of the dripping blood on the floor was the only sound to be heard, everywhere else was silent. Dead almost, there was nothing left to be heard and no one left to make a sound. I stood there motionlessly as I stared at the bloody walls and the mass of bodies that laid on the floor or where slumped up against the walls.
My body trembled with fear and thrill as I hungered for more, the beast within me was ordering me to walk forward, to walk along the corridor and up the stairs and end everything once and for all. The beast whispered in my ear, it crooned to me, purring softly inside me, begging me to make the final kill.
The kill that would free me forever.
Oh how I had waited for this day, how I had dreamed for this day the second since I had ever turned against him. It was the day of revenge, he hurt me, so I would hurt him. I would make him beg for mercy and then become the merciful one and end his suffering.
My once rich and shiny black fur coat was now soaked in other people’s blood; it dragged off of me before clumping together in a sticky mess. I no longer cared about my appearance or the bloody paw prints I was leaving on the floor.
It was time.
Time for the end.