We're All Dead Now!
Sweet, Sweet O Positive
School the next day was the same as always, but without their leader, Sabrina’s little Barbie clones were lost. In addition to fulfilling my need for blood, releasing her felt like I was doing good for humanity. At lunch that day, we made a plan to go out at night. This time, I wanted to make sure it was a man. If we kept killing females, then people would suspect that it was a man doing the killing. That might’ve worked out in my favor, but I couldn’t let my favorite boys get hurt. I would’ve gladly take the fall for them.
“Okay, so first man walking alone we see?” Frank suggested. It was amazing to be an outcast. You could talk about these things without anyone caring. You also got your own little socially-awkward corner.
“Sounds good!” Gerard and I said. This’ll be fun.
Another night in Belleville, another body in the house. It was the perfect hiding place for the people. We had started putting them there last week, after the body of “Ms. Sabrina Aleck” was found in the river. As far as the police knew, people were being kidnapped. This “kidnapper” was going to be found within a week. I loved Frankie’s brain sometimes. He came up with an idea to leave a false trail of DNA leading to one of the douche bag football players. Brilliant plan. It was time to look for a man. The last three people we had released were women, so it just made sense. Frank’s hair was getting long. The longer it got, the fonder I grew of him. He really wasn’t bad looking, and he... got me. Gerard spotted a man. He was particularly drunk, stumbling out of a bar. He could barely hold himself up. Easy to get rid of. I felt like having some fun with this one.
“Gerard, Frankie, strangle him for me. I feel like getting my hands a bit dirty.” I said with a smirk. Frank smiled at me, looking for any trace in my eyes that I’d let him hold an organ or two. They got to work on choking him and dragging him down the deserted street, on which he would face his doom.
“He’s done!” Gerard said with a smile. Frank handed me his oh-so-famous knife and followed me to dissect the man. One heart, one liver, two lungs, and a Glasgow grin later, we were finished. Evidence was wiped clean except for the crimson madness splattered across our faces. It was amazing how such a contrast could make someone look so beautifully grim. So I kissed Frank. Not my best idea... that was one of the things that started the end. In the moment it was amazing, though. His lips were soft and had the tang of iron, most likely from the O positive all over them.
“Okay, so first man walking alone we see?” Frank suggested. It was amazing to be an outcast. You could talk about these things without anyone caring. You also got your own little socially-awkward corner.
“Sounds good!” Gerard and I said. This’ll be fun.
Another night in Belleville, another body in the house. It was the perfect hiding place for the people. We had started putting them there last week, after the body of “Ms. Sabrina Aleck” was found in the river. As far as the police knew, people were being kidnapped. This “kidnapper” was going to be found within a week. I loved Frankie’s brain sometimes. He came up with an idea to leave a false trail of DNA leading to one of the douche bag football players. Brilliant plan. It was time to look for a man. The last three people we had released were women, so it just made sense. Frank’s hair was getting long. The longer it got, the fonder I grew of him. He really wasn’t bad looking, and he... got me. Gerard spotted a man. He was particularly drunk, stumbling out of a bar. He could barely hold himself up. Easy to get rid of. I felt like having some fun with this one.
“Gerard, Frankie, strangle him for me. I feel like getting my hands a bit dirty.” I said with a smirk. Frank smiled at me, looking for any trace in my eyes that I’d let him hold an organ or two. They got to work on choking him and dragging him down the deserted street, on which he would face his doom.
“He’s done!” Gerard said with a smile. Frank handed me his oh-so-famous knife and followed me to dissect the man. One heart, one liver, two lungs, and a Glasgow grin later, we were finished. Evidence was wiped clean except for the crimson madness splattered across our faces. It was amazing how such a contrast could make someone look so beautifully grim. So I kissed Frank. Not my best idea... that was one of the things that started the end. In the moment it was amazing, though. His lips were soft and had the tang of iron, most likely from the O positive all over them.
7/30/13