He stared as the crimson blood gushed through his strained fingers. He couldn't breathe, though all he wanted to do was scream out. His victim lay awkwardly propped in his lap, gurgling and spewing a mixture of blood and spit with every in and exhale. Her once lively glowing blue eyes were now an ugly, dull gray, overtaken with fear. Due to the loss of blood her skin had become pallid and her lips blue.
He kept his eyes on hers waiting and watching as the last bit of life left her. The putrid sound of her deathly breathes ceased. He removed his hands from her large open wound that still bled out. He looked at his hand and closed his eyes, shaking his head ferociously. A shrill scream escaped his lips and he slammed his palms onto his face. His breathing became rapid as he felt the warm blood drip from his hands and roll over his lips. He slightly licked his bottom lip and smile at the copper taste. A dark chuckle emanated from his deranged grin, progressing into a frightening cackle. Though tears had swelled and began running from his eyes, he slid his hands up his face spearing the blood and tears into his hair. The laughter subsided, leaving him in uncontrollable wails.
Sometime later, he heard the ear wrenching sound of sirens and saw red and blue flashing lights through his living room window. There came a banging on the door, they continued to bang several times. Until finally announced their forced entry. The door burst open, the shuffles of boots crossed through the threshold, and the officer leading the pack stopped short in the opening of the room with bloody scene. His eyes darted all around until they landed on the blood covered man with a motionless body lying in his arms. The officer forced away the stun of the moment, "Stand up, keep your hands where I can see them." He aimed his gun.
Slowly, the gore covered man pushed the body away, gently laying her head down onto the blood soaked carpet. Then, he got up and lifted his hands above his head. The officer kept eye contact with him, until he walked behind and grabbed his wrists from the air. He snatched out his handcuffs and slapped them onto the man's wrists, coating the shiny metal with the fresh blood, "Arnold Shortman, you are under arrest for the murder of Helga Pataki."