• She sat there, in the corner, hugging her knees. She wore nothing but her victims’ blood. The smell of Festering bodies slithered through the room. She was in an empty room; all she could see was foreboding darkness and jet black blood. The taste of cold raw flesh was still clinging to her lips. Her peaceful world of a few days back, is now dead. No remnants of that time remain only depression and chaos. You must be wondering, what happened to this woman? Why is she in such a state? Well, to explain that, I must take you back, back four days.

    She awoke to a bright morning. The birds were singing oh so joyfully, filling the air with the soft rhythm of hope, the fresh smell of berries and apples lofted into the house form the Apple and Blue berries trees outside, the soft feel of silk rubbed against her skin as she put on her clothes, and the taste of warm fried eggs filled her mouth as she ate her breakfast. With a smile, she kissed her children on their foreheads and sneaked a quick kiss to her husband as she left for work.
    But such a wonderful day was not long lived, for as she came back in the evening, her home had been burnt to the ground. And in front of her home lay the burnt remains of her husband, who had desperately tried to save the children.

    She held her children close, and hugged them tightly as she wept. That night she slept at her sister’s apartment. She laid her head on her pillow, and drifted into a never ending nightmare. In her dream she had awakened, deep in the night. She walked into her sister’s room, and took her Leather gloves. Then she would walk to her baby’s room, and wrap her fingers around its skull. Then she would slowly crush his head, muffling his mouth as she did, until blood came rushing out. She awoke abruptly, in shock and Horror at her nightmare. She quickly ran to her baby’s room, only to find Police, Investigators, and her baby’s dead body. She ran and grabbed her baby, hugging it as tightly as she could, saying “Its ok, you can wake up now, wake up little one, wake up! PLEASE WAKE UP!”

    She wept the entire day. She eventually cried herself to sleep, bringing life to another nightmare. Once again, she would awaken in her dream, and walk over to her Sister’s room, but this time, after wearing her gloves, she did not left the room. Instead she stood towering over her sibling. She would lift her arm up, and with a grin of delight, she would tear it into her sister’s chest. She would start gorging her inners out, her heart, her lungs, her liver, everything. Then she would grab her sister’s head and slowly squeeze. “p….lea….se…..st….” her sister whispered as her head burst from the pressure. In shock she woke up, tearing from her nightmare, and Ran, ran as fast as her heart beat to her sisters room, only to find her dead. She grasp her sister’s torn body and screamed with sorrow. Someone called the police, who came and comforted her. She was given a place to sleep at a hospital close by. But her nightmares would never leave.

    This night she found herself walking toward the room her daughter was kept at. A nurse had come up to her, and tried to redirect her to her room, to which she replied to with a quick death. She killed the nurse with a quick snap of her neck. She then continued to her target, and as soon as she entered the room, she would grab the closest needle she could find, which was filled with diseased blood. She walked closer, closer to her child. She wanted to escape her nightmare, but could not. When she finally reached the child, she stabbed the needle in its eye and ejected the diseased blood.

    She awakened in the middle of a park, deep in the night, with the blood of her daughter on her hands. She held her face in her palms, and wept. A drop of blood fell in her mouth, breaking the deal she had with her sanity. It tasted good, Sweet, cold, yet so delightful. She licked her bloody hand, and was filled with the taste. A wide grin stretched across her face as she laughed, all her emotions of pain and sadness left her. Her reality shattered completely. She scrambled to her legs, and sprinted across town, searching for blood. She burst into the police office with a roar for doom. She ripped every officer apart, no one was sparred. Bullets flew, bats swung, but nothing would stop her. She was broken, nothing could hurt her. With the grotesque smile still wide on her face, she drank the blood of her fallen foes, and feasted on their flesh. But a few gulps of blood and chunks of flesh was not enough, she needed more! She ran from building to building, and killed everyone, one by one. Her food was their Flesh; her Drink was their blood. The only people left in her town were her, and her demons. Still hungry she searched for any remaining flesh to eat or blood to drink. She made her way to the hospital, and in it was the only thing to break her of her madness, her first victim, her baby. The screams of her fallen prey came rushing into her head, tearing, hacking, clawing at her mind. She grabbed her head and screamed to the heavens. All control she had on her body faded, it threw itself from wall to wall. Trying to escape her own mind, she ran to the very last room of the hospital, the room her daughter was kept in. Memories of the past came flooding in, memories of happiness, and joy, Memories of lose and relationship, and memoirs of her deeds. She sat in the corner of the room; the blood of her child still hung on the walls, and hugged her knees. She wept frozen tears of anguish, wishing for her suffering to end.