Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26031397-20150122181444

The Deathly One

He holds the combat knife in his hand, the blade turned towards the floor as he walks down the road slowly. His eyes black and empty, blood falling out of his eyes like tears. He watches the woman struggle to crawl away. Her bloody arm clenching her bleeding stomach, a blood trail following her down the side walk. He kneels beside her and grabs her long blonde hair. He looks her in the eye and smiles, his teeth fang like in perspective. He opens his mouth and begins to speak. "You try to crawl away from me before I asked what you'd like...". He smiles and giggles maniacally. "What would you like?.". She looked at him in pain and talks through her tears. "F-for you to let me go.". He smiles again and flips the knife around in his hand. "How do I look?". She screams loudly as he slams the knife down into her lower back and twists it. The bone snaps, he slowly pulls the knife out of the back. Blood drips from the knife, then flooded the wound and ran down her shirt, soaking it. He touches the knife to her throat and pushes hard against her skin. The knife tears through her soft delicate flesh as he pulls the knife through her neck. He drops the knife to the ground, it clanks as it hits the ground. He cups his hand and lowers it under the girls throat, blood pouring from it. He fills his hand with the blood and slowly removes his hood as he pours the blood on his face. He feels his hood fall to his back, then her puts the rest of the blood in his ruffled black hair. He slides his hand backward slowly and smiles. "The crimson red, the loving liquid, the key to life, I need more, and need it fresh.". He puts his hood back on and picks up the knife. He smiles and walks down the pitch black street. A dark cloud surrounds him and he vanishes. A dark cloud starts to form, a figure inside. The murderer appears and stands silently, and staring at the windows. He sees a woman walk past the window and he smiles. His body starts to disappear to sight. The back door opens then closes silently. The woman sits at her computer desk, she starts typing quickly. A floor board creeks, and a vase shakes. She looks up from her keyboard slowly and turns around to nothing. She holds her chest and sighs. "Calm down Sarah, calm down.". She turns around again and continues with her business. A tall dark shadow figure forms in a closet. The murderer slowly opened the door, holding in a giggle. He steps out and the floor creaks, the girl turns around to see his bloody cloths. She throws herself out of the chair scared. He lets out the giggle and talks to the running girl. "Run, run, run, Constantine is coming for you.". He laughs louder and pulls his hood off. He looks in a near by mirror. His black sweater stained with crimson red and shredded in the chest. His black cargo pants messily tucked into his boots, both still wet from the early kill. A gas mask on his side with blood splattered over it. His eyes black and not other color to even it out. His hands wrapped in bloody bandages, his finger nails long and sharp. He giggles. "She's ran for long enough.". He laughs as if he heard a joke. He slowly walks through the house. He taps the knife against the walls. "Come out, come out, where ever you are.". A small bang rings through his ears. He sprints up the stairs, looking for the source. He comes across a nursery with a small child inside a crib. He giggles to himself and wipes the blood tears from his chin. "Aw...he is so adorable...and looks delicious.". He approaches the sleeping child and pulls out his combat knife. He picks the baby up with one hand feeling the soft feeling of the baby in his hand. He smiles showing the baby sharp teeth in his smile. The baby looks at him with his innocent eyes and reaches up. He feels a sharp stab in his back and drops the baby in the crib. The baby starts to cry, and Constantine smiles. "Beautiful sound...Sarah.". He stands up slowly and lunges at the girl. She falls to the floor, the murderer on top of her. She starts slashing at his stomach and he laughs as he feels the knife sliding through his skin. He slaps Sarah across the face hard and places the tip of his knife between her thin eye brows. He giggles and slowly begins to apply more and more pressure. She screams at the top of her lungs and he just watches with a crooked smile. A loud cracking sound is heard and he slams the blade down into her head. Blood slowly starts to pool around her head. He lowers his hand and places it in the blood. He slowly rubs it into his neck. The baby cries louder, then Constantine swiftly and quickly gets up to look at the small child. He pulls his knife and cuts open the babies onesie. He smiles to reassure the baby its alright, but its not and wont be. He stuffs the babies mouth with cloth. His eyes become evil in sight, then he cuts the babies chest in a large v and down its stomach. The baby screams and Constantine rips out the babies beating heart. His mouth waters, as he takes a bite. He moans softly as he chews the soft chewy flesh of the babies organ. He looks at the dead baby, blood dripping from his mouth onto its exposed lungs. He puts the rest of the heart in his mouth and chews slowly. He leaves the house for the parents to return to the bodies of the dead victims. 