WARNING: Cannibalism, sexual content


RUNNING RED

He was only a young man, after all, and a young man should never have been through what he had gone through. He was the victim in this whole thing. Whatever monster he was, it was one that the world had created.

(And what of the children?)

He didn't want to think. He didn't want to feel guilty. He didn't want to be human any more. He was all wolf now, and he only wanted to feed.

And he did. And whatever voice was inside him, the tiny human part of him that spoke, he quietened it. He couldn't stand it, because at night it screamed at him, when he lay in the darkness and all he heard was death going around in his head. The voice seemed to tell him that he didn't deserve to be human, and that much he agreed with. And it was easier to dull the voice when he was ignoring it. Every time he killed, he seemed to move further and further away from being human until all that was left was his human shell of a body and the ability to form words like a man, and everything else was wolf.

And when he killed, he didn't even have to be a wolf any more, he just had to be himself, and when he killed, he could let himself enjoy it, because he'd walked so far away from the voice that he couldn't even hear it and he'd walked so far away from his humanity that it wasn't even at the edges of his mind. And when he killed, he did it in his right mind, not frenzied, but just excited, snapping their necks and stripping them naked and dragging his nails down their bodies until they were in ribbons, running red, and their faces turned white and he liked the girls best, though he didn't really care which it was. And when he killed, he could feel himself straining hard against his jeans, and he thought if he was a monster anyway that he might as well go all the way.

He was only a young man, but he allowed himself to revel in it, and sit with the body after he was done and tear strips from it, and chew them up and swallow, feeling them slide down his throat, raw and hot and bloody. He'd lean back against the wall and put his head back, eyes shut with bliss, after smearing the blood on his face and his belly, sucking on his fingers, still hot and sticky and tasting both sweet and metallic. He did it with his trousers down and the other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it, groaning, and he'd howl when he came, and he'd be thinking of digging into someone's flesh with his teeth.

He was only a young man, but he couldn't imagine any greater pleasure.

And afterwards, he never stopped to wonder at just what point he'd stopped being a young man and become a monster instead.


Written for the Kink Challenge with the prompt 'anthropophagy (biting or eating human flesh)'. *shudders*