Chapter 19

ChapterNineteen

Bonnie

Killer in the Mirror - Set It Off

The night is supposed to conceal our demons, keeping them hidden from the pure minds that would hang us for the morality that dwelt in their darkened hearts.

It’s the one place where you would find your monsters lingering in the ominous shadows.

That was what we were told.

Every day of our lives, the things soaked in crimson were the things we should be wary of. That the ugly and the depraved were the sins we should burn with holy water, and every malicious thought should be purged from our minds and souls with an iron cross.

But when you play it right, the night was also the void that let our personal demons out to play with nobody to bear witness to such an incredible dark art of wickedness. Society couldn’t condemn you for the sins cloaked in the veil of a lethal abyss.

We had been taught to think anything unholy was wrong.

But that was a lie and anybody still accustomed to such warped ways had my pity.

We all held it within us. That was nothing to be ashamed of.

A parasite that was waiting for the right time to consume your withering bones and instilled you with the strength of a monster fit to rid this world of all its evils.

The night?

Had always been my favorite thing, no matter what side of it I got.

Blood ran in rivers down my arms, and crimson plasma splattered against my lips.

I stared back at the wall, seeing stars in the mayhem, and smirked to myself.

Why was blood so pretty?

Hmmm.

I ran my toes along the silken ground and smeared the essence that surrounded me as I went. Humming the theme song to Stranger Things, I licked my fingers clean before I kicked the body at my feet. Then like a demon possessed, I threw myself onto the corpse and rained down maddening punches, licking the air that seemed to become electrified in my psychotic state. Everything tasted sweet and glorious, but I needed more. I let out a throaty sneer, putting Scary Movie and their what’s uppp scene to shame as I lost myself to the rejuvenating euphoria that came with bloodshed at utter carnage.

Nobody talked about what a beautiful thing death was.

How final and complete.

Could a human brain even comprehend the magnitude of such a thing?

How we were here, until we weren’t.

Until the lights went out and then we were where?

Nowhere and everywhere?

Well, I got a secret for you, sugar.

There was nothing after death. Nothing but torment from the thing that killed you.

Like so many others, that asshole’s happily never ever would feature my twisted mug and my sexy as fuck sinister smirk.

As I carved the heart from her chest, I held it in my hand. Her pale face stunning under the light of the moon, breaking through the cracks. With eyes as dark as chocolate glossed over in a yellow sheen of crystalized balls, she stared back at me. It didn’t feel like I thought it would.

Killingsomeone.

The heart was hard, encased with squiggly edges—with curves and crevices that hid away all of the little valves that once kept this useless thing beating.

Now I was eye to eye with it, holding it before my very face with a steady hand placed over my own heart. I just couldn’t seem to feel the connection.

The horror.

The fear.

Which I presumed a normal person would. All I held though was unbridled curiosity that coursed through my veins like burning embers of a great fire. I needed to know more. I needed to breach the barrier of inquisitiveness that kept me up at night. I needed to make some kind of sense of how I was alive, with a heart that beat under my palm and that was the only difference between me and the dead bitch beneath me. I never used to be like this. Killing with a gun was always so much easier. But now, getting up close and personal with the bodies that stain my hands red, has a smirk on my lips and my mind running wild with the possibilities of what else I could find when cutting a bitch.

Anyway.

Enough about me.

Welcome to the slaughterhouse, the place born of bloody desires and a curiosity that would most definitely kill the cat.

Happy Halloween!