Darkness to Bind Her

All she could see, was red. Blood red. Sudden pain and then...

She was screaming but in her mind. How dare he!Who did he think he was? Rage spread like fire as she killed him. No one heard his screams, no one stopped to help him. She killed him in a dark alleyway. She killed him and left no part of him whole. She killed him like he deserved it and she did not kill him just in the physical realm. She wasn't after only his body, oh no, anyone could kill a body.

But it took someone full of evil and power to kill the soul.

She was exhilarated in the killing, covering herself with his blood and reveling in his anguished mind. She swam in his hate and drank his fear, she loved every minute of it. She wanted nothing more than to kill this man and drink his soul. She was a killer.

When she was done and the last screams disappeared from the man, the fire burned itself out, exiting her body and she suddenly felt the cold. Her body abruptly collapsed and she fell onto the wet dirt and mud that seemed to ooze out of the cities streets.

He mind cleared slightly from the dark, red haze of the killer's vision. It was cold, she could understand that much. Her mind began to clear a little more from the darkness that clouded it. She lifted her head cautiously out of the dirt and surveyed the alleyway; so far it looked clear. Fire still burned in her lungs and in her heart, filling her mind with what she had done, AGAIN.

Dear God, she'd done it again.

At the thought, she groaned loudly and flopped back down onto dirty, damp alley and closed her eyes tight. The screams bore through her ears and the sights replayed behind her eyelids of exactly how he had died. She saw his eyes and felt his heart quicken and felt his painful death. It had been slow, excruciating and mind numbingly horrible.

She was a monster.

She had to be! What kind of person would do that to an unsuspecting man? Yes, he did attack her and yes he had tried to assault her in the worst way, but he did not deserve such a death as she gave him.

The girl sighed and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She took account of her body to see if she had any wounds or blood and found that she didn't. Other than being a little sore and slightly scratched up, she was fine. She searched for a window or mirror that would allow her to see

her eyes. A broken piece of glass lay on the ground and she reached for it. The glass reflected her eyes

and sure enough, they were still black. Crap, she thought, then grabbed her sunglasses from her pocket; shoving them on her nose and covering her eyes. Those black pools showed no light and reflected no light. All they did was absorb light, making it disappear into darkness. It made her vision a little wobbly and strange. She got up slowly and began to walk out of the dark, dank, and now death filled alley way. She took one last look at her attacker/victim and turned quickly away, the girl not able to stand the sight and the killer wanting to look.

The killer and the person began to separate as the person that the killer lived inside of grew stronger and more horrified.

His face would forever be burned into her memory, joining the others she had killed, but she knew that as soon as she started walking towards the street and on her way home, she would forget all about this. That was the way things went. It had always been like that, getting mad, killing, annihilating, great sorrow and anguish and then forgetfulness. A part of her brain was constantly in a state of horror and hate of herself but the girl who was not the killer did not understand why.

The killer certainly did though, and the killer was dying to come out.

The killer fought the forgetfulness as hard as she could but the girl was now awake and scared to be in a dark alley by herself at 1am in the morning, on a Friday night no less. She wanted to get home and snuggle up with her favorite book about elves and trolls and hobbits, NOT be in a dark alley way with a dead man.

The killer groaned inwardly as the girl looked at the body again and began backing away slowly towards the street. The girl was almost fully herself again and the killer began to subside from her mind and leak out of her thoughts, but before the last vestiges of the killer was gone it left her with one thought.

Evil, that's what you are and that is what you always shall be.

The girl screamed and fled.