April 5th, 2014
I could feel the laughter bubble up from inside me. It tickled my throat as it spilled out, but it didn't sound right. High-pitched, hysterical, and in the wrong scene. My laugh, along with the blood coating me and anything in a ten feet radius didn't match. Why don't they match? Why can't they match? I stared at my crimson hands. The figurative blood on my hands is finally visible. I stare at them, lost in my own deranged thoughts, until a siren brings them to a halt. They came closer and closer to the dark alley I sat in. I stared at the wall across from me, the blood oozing its way down. Red and blue lights danced on the wall as the police car pulled up. I felt a maniacal smile creep up on my face. They were here! I was giddy with excitement as I stood up to greet them. They took in my blood splattered appearance with wide eyes, obviously horrified.
"I'm so glad you came!" I gushed happily, dancing up and down. A laugh bubbled up again, like the other one, high and hysterical. Their hands went to their guns, seeing the crazy light in my eyes.
"Ma'am, please, calm down and come with us. We can help you," he said. I looked at him, taking in his appearance. He was young, but the dark marks around his eyes showed he had no sleep lately. His uniform was creased, showing his wife hadn't had time to fold it. He stood stiffly, even though by the way his hands shook it showed that he was tired and was going through caffeine withdrawals. His left hand had a ring on it, but his mouth had many frown lines.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt," I assured him giddily. "You're wife won't miss you anyway. It wasn't working out, was it?" He stared at me, shocked.
"How do you know about my wife and me?" he demanded, going white.
"I looked!" I laughed. "Isn't it amazing! All you have to do is look! So many people look, but they don't see! Isn't that so weird?!" I clapped my hands, and then covered my mouth, giggling while hopping up and down. And with that, I stepped forward, wrapped my bloody hands around the man's neck, and snapped them with a quick motion. He let out a scream, and fell to the ground, barely breathing, blood pouring out of his mouth. I laughed again, delighted by the sight. Then, I turned my eyes to the other policeman. He shook, terrified.
"I lied," I giggled breathlessly. "It's going to hurt a lot." And with that, I stretched out my hands, wrapping them around his neck, and snapping. He fell, same as the other man, but he continued to look at me.
"What are you?" he asked, the light starting to fade in his eyes. I smiled at him.
"I'm that monster that everyone has inside," I said. "I'm the monster I hide. And I've come out to play. Would you like to play?"