As I listen to the screams down the hall, I smile to myself. This is Hell, it has to be. This is why my knife is covered in blood...human blood. I'm not going to die like the rest of them, I want to live. I'm going to sacrifice anyone I find to this forsaken place. Only then can I leave. I made a deal with the devil, a thousand souls for my own. As long as I survived, I would be set free when I found the last one.
It doesn't matter how many have to die, only that I get out. I scraped my knife against the metal floor, knowing full well that it would attract someone. I didn't care what they looked like, they were all human underneath.
...1...2...blade cuts flesh through...
I could hear someone coming. I open the door and thrust my knife into my prey, the blade becoming a part of their body. She screams so beautifully.
...3...4...they speak no more...
I watched as she writhed in pain as my blade pierced her neck. I found myself a woman, a nurse. Her clothes were stuck to her like a second skin and her face was twisted beyond what I could recognize. It didn't matter though, she would die like the rest of them. She would be number two-hundred and three. How many more did I need? It didn't matter, I just needed to keep count.
...5...6...your bones will break like little sticks...
In the glory of the kill, I failed to notice the other one in time. I turned and went for his neck, only for it to bounce of some kind of metal pyramid he wore. He grabs my arm and twists. I could feel the bone tear through my flesh like it was paper.
...7...8...you shall die, for it's your fate...
No, I can't die here, I can't die here! I just needed eight hundred more and I could be free! I want to be free! Then he leaves me where I land as he drops me to the floor. My good arm had nearly been torn off and I'm bleeding out. I'm still alive, but I don't have much time before I pass out. So I laughed. I was hoping to leave here, but I guess this worked too.
I use my other arm to pull each finger off the handle of my knife. If I'm going to die, I'm doing on my own terms. As I stared down the lenth of the blade, I wondered if this was what my prey felt like. All I had to do next was-
...9...10...blood will spill again...