Bloody Eyes
|Bab 5|
Luana lives in a middle-class, modern, and very safe neighborhood in the city, but there is one exception among so many good things: to return home, or move elsewhere, she said, he had to go through the deserted streets that were almost abandoned.No matter the time, the season or the weather, there was no other way to access the surroundings. It was on this street in the neighborhood that Lua dreamed of a man in an alley, yes, I mean a terrible dream that left marks on her body in a very strange way.
As he walked down the dimly lit street of the same neighborhood, back home, he felt someone was watching him.Unbelievably, he looked around, but in the presence of very little light, he was, he can't see anything. Taking a long step and a gasping breath, he tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. It could have been in his head, but he was sure there was someone there. Instantly he felt something approaching and he stopped. He did not know how, but he felt the breath of another person other than his own.
He waited until he sensed someone behind him, but before this person moved a centimeter or tried to hurt him, at a real speed, which even surprised himself, he said, he took his right hand to the neck of the "creature" and dug it up. His breathing was wheezing and the man he now knew seemed too surprised or even a little scared and scared.
- What do you want? _ Luana spoke catapulting words of annoyance, the man shrinking now showed himself terrified, but did not answer _ Come on, say! Did the rat get your tongue? _ he said again, loosened his hands a little, seeing that he was strangling the man, so he opened his mouth to say, but closed it again, making a brief silence between the two.
"Y-yes, that's what I want to do!" _he confessed, his body was shaking from head to toe, he had never seen a softer thief before. His hands were empty, he could have attacked him, but perhaps shock had defeated him.
Pulling strength out of nowhere, he dragged the man to a dark corner of the street. He didn't know what he was doing, but he felt he had to do it. Too confusing to explain. He hesitated, there was something in his head that said that was not true, but it seemed too weak to make him not care, after all, he had tried to steal from her, right? He will not be missed in the world. A lowly person like him, no one would miss him. That's not gonna make a difference.
And amidst so many puzzling thoughts, he decided to leave for the reason. He had been hungry for a long time and it seemed to satisfy him. Without any more hesitation, he stuck his large canine teeth into the man's neck, which appeared out of nowhere. Tears ran down her cheeks, she knew she shouldn't have done this, but it felt good. He felt the man's body loosening under his arms. That's frightening. He took a life and he seems to enjoy it. And again he felt like a terrible person.
At a certain point, there was nothing left to suck and he dropped that lifeless body, which suddenly fell to the ground. Realizing what he had done, he felt terrible, feeling like a murderer. I shouldn't have done that, but it feels good. He felt full and hungry no longer dominating. Strange and scary. Funeral. Horrifically. Deadening.
He decided to run. He decided to escape. At least he won't be caught when they find that damned body. But he knew a guilt that he could not escape, and would now haunt him for the rest of his life. What has he done? What does this mean? He has no explanation or answer. It has been done and cannot be changed. Already late.