Dark demon

My last report

My last report, Dark Demon.
I don't want to be a lab rat anymore. Needles terrify me, but I see them so very often. My life was in a cage, fed by tubes. They tested me, but the would frown and hold me down as I felt needles pierce my skin. I was a human once, but they took me. I can't even remember my mom or dad's voice anymore. So that's why freedom feels so amazing. Even if they are chasing me, shouting and attacking me, I've never felt this sensation. It's completely new. There's sound all around compared to the quiet laboratory. The ground is rough, unlike the smooth floors I'm used to. There's also brown tubes sprouting from the ground, but they didn't hold demon-like creatures. They also had greenish-brown diamonds to the tubes. The diamonds are strange, because they don't stay in one place, thus falling to the ground. All these new things almost distracted me from the task at hand, but with my intoxicated mind I couldn't forget. I'm running from them, although I know I couldn't run forever. My legs feel like hammers were pounding on them. Besides, I don't know where I am, or how long I've been running. Then all sound stopped. For seconds, I ran in silence, with only the wind flying by. A hole opened up by my feet and I fell in.
This is beyond strange. All I could feel was the wind buzzing by my ears, but I could see things I didn't know before. A man is rushing around in a white lab coat. His hair was curly and brown, his eyes blue. Who was this man? He looks so familiar, but I couldn't remember. All I knew is that he is wearing a white lab coat, he's one of them. I wish I could punch him, I hate him. I don't care if I don't know him, If he's one of them I want him dead.

I woke up. My body is sore and my feet are filled with blisters. I looked around, even though I couldn't move. My head feels light and my vision is as blurry as blurry can get. All I could see was blue. Voices are outside and they're talking about me. "She's gotten stronger." "Her father would be proud." "I think it's time." "Indeed." They are going to inject me again. That's my punishment isn't it? They said something about my dad, I don't know him. "Lizzy, it's time, wake." I could feel my body straightening. I was awake, but they don't ever know. I got sucked out of a tube and into a cage. The bars are stronger than the last, I could feel it. My vision cleared and I saw myself. I haven't seen myself before. Maybe I have, but I don't remember. Now I see myself, I'm scared of what I've become. My hair was cut short, my face was oval and tan. My eyes were cat-like and bluish-black. I have fangs instead of teeth. I've seen my other features, and already felt my wings. The black, boney wings I couldn't control. "Soon, my dear, you'll be one of the dark demons." I bit him. He shouldn't touch me. Despite that, he had no reaction and just smiled. "You'll be a great demon, believe me." Only I don't want to be one. I hissed at him, he needs to leave! He didn't get it, so he just laughed. I hate when they do that. "Alright little demon, let's start then."

I got taken into another room, one I haven't seen. Tubes are everywhere and this room is loud. The black wall held operation tools. I'm scared, this happens to all demons they say, they turn out fine they say. Only thing is, the demons they operated on were much older than me, and still died quickly. I don't know if I will even make it through the operation. I know demons like me stay conscious because of the screams I hear so often. Once they are done, they go somewhere us demons never saw again. We heard stories how they would destroy and kill. I don't want to do that. Why would they want so much destruction? It makes me sick. This is the worse punishment I knew, and I knew many. The punishments range from getting stabbed with throwing stars to highly sensitive to toxin for days. "Let's begin"

They forced me down on the bed, and metal clamps kept me from struggling. As much as I tried I couldn't squirm out of them. One of the people shot me in the arm with a strange gun. In seconds I couldn't feel anything, and couldn't move at all. I wanted to cry, but couldn't. I saw them hover over me with a sharp, silver, sword-like knife and two shiny eye openers. The one with the eye-things clammed them on. Now there is no way I could blink, the one with the knife started to dig and cut my eye. Blood dripped down my face and my vision unfocused. I can see now why, in the past demons screamed, and I knew it was going to get worse. They placed something in my eye, but didn't seal my eye together again. I feel it starting to eat my eye. The tiny teeth ripped and pulled my cornea. I screamed, it hurt so much. They did the same for my other eye too, making the pain duplicate. I was barely awake now. My throat is raspy too, and I could feel my arms and legs get cut. I can't handle this much longer, but I didn't have too. The bed moved to a different place and I passed out.

I'm a dark demon now. My body was filled with power, and I have a strange craving for blood. I'm a villain now, one simply couldn't deny my nature. Even I couldn't any longer. Blood sounds so tasty and I needed chaos, it's too quiet here. I couldn't see anymore. I heard a voice. "Lizzy, for all these years I've watched you, all you knew was to get stronger. Now I think it's time for me to tell you, I'm your father." Father. I recognize his voice now, and I see him often. He's the one in my vision. "As you know more now, you'll always crave blood. Your nature is as evil as Satan and chaos is your friend. Your mother couldn't take that, so chaos overtook her, and killed her soul." Mother is dead. I don't want to believe it. Yet, it's better that she doesn't see me like this. Sadness got replaced with anger. I wanted to destroy and kill. The two things I never thought I would ever want, and yet I want it so bad. Like a kid would want a toy, I wanted death. "She was so pathetic. She didn't even-" I interrupted him with a roar. All the power correlated throughout my body. "Whoa, not yet, we nee-" I bit his head off. Blood splattered all over the room as his body fell with a thump. The taste of blood was like candy to me, sweet, but sour and I needed more. Alarms blared throughout the building. All I could feel was madness. I roared again. I crashed through the wall and destroyed everything I knew was there. Human blood got mixed with demon blood as I ransacked the area. Demon blood gave me more power, but tasted bitter. The human blood mixed inside made it edible. They tried to stop me and they would attack, but their attacks marley bounced off my skin, and I would eat them whole. Splashes of red blood got intertwined with splashes of black blood. Flesh tasted like pork, and I was craving more. The soul would taste the best though, savorier than any treat in the world. There wasn't enough food here to satisfy me, so I went out for more.

The first things I destroyed were the brown tubes and strange diamonds. I ran to the smell of blood and flesh. How could I be this hungry? I've avoided blood and flesh for years, thus making no souls to eat. In addition, I'm angry, I want this. I have no point anymore, chaos took my family and I want everyone to die. I don't understand why, but I want destruction.

I found a small town, somewhere east. I heard noises I've never heard before. Strange voices, I never knew. It's surprising how little I care now, compared to before. I ran over there and instantly started to taste blood. Screams filled the air, strange people reporting my rage."Black, angry demon attacking the city. Hi everyone, reporter-" I interrupted him. I destroyed everything I could find, and there was a lot. As much as I wanted to stop, I couldn't. I didn't want to stop and I couldn't control my body.

I continued to attack, the blood filling me with joy. It's like a holiday I never got to celebrate. They called it Halloween, but this is better. Souls are everywhere, it's joyful, but yet, I feel like something is missing in me, a different joy I've felt before. "Demon!" I turned to the voice. Something clammed on me and I roared in pain. A sensitive I knew, sensitive to poison. My skin dissolved.

I felt my body fall and my own blood spill. There is a female voice, but I couldn't understand her words. A male replied with a grunt. I trashed, but I knew I was going to die, yet it wasn't them that killed me, I killed myself. My last memory was the day I ran away. The day I was free.