What Am I?

Good Luck?

Let me tell you right now, I'm not normal. Normal people sleep in a bed at night, I don't. Normal people don't kill others at night, I do. Normal people don't have an alternative side that causes murder and chaos while I slumber, well I do. Normal people don't constantly live in fear of the government searching for them, I do! Normal people aren't wanted by hundreds because of what they can do, I am! Normal people aren't me, I am.....

I would tell you more about myself but I am currently....well, not myself at the moment. As for right now, I am just inside my mind watching myself. It's a truly horrible sight outside but I'm use to it, I've seen this every night of my life for as long as I've been able to remember. That is if I were able to remember these particular scenes, I had always thought this was just a casual nightmare that anyone could have, but one day while watching the news next to my paranoid mother those casual nightmares didn't seem like nightmares.

My eyes had locked onto the screen not wanting to lose focus, after the news reporter had finished speaking about the murder incidents, the vague parts of my dreams had come back to my memory. My mother turned off the TV not wanting to hear more, her old heart couldn't handle much more, quietly I stared at my hands that trembled more then they should. My mother stood up and poked my forehead, immediately my body reacted as I grabbed her hand tightly then I looked at her and let go. She had smiled a bit to see me worried, my mother patted my head and told me to forget what the news producer said.

Eventually I did but as my twelfth birthday had arrived, I had a group of friends stay the night for a sleep over. After doing all the things we had wanted to do we fell asleep, by the time the sun rose, I had gotten up from under the bloody and torn covers, the room was decorated in blood and the limbs of my old friends bodies. I stared at the room, crying and horrified to the point where I tried to scream for help but nothing came out, no words, no sound, just me holding my head as I closed my eyes.

What many people had thought was that I was frightened by what I had seen, but no I wasn't scared of the sight.... I was more frightened by finally realizing that I was the one the news reporters where talking about, that I brutally murdered all those people and my own friends with my bare hands. You don't know true fear until you look inside yourself.

Having to see an image of a completely different person each time you look into your mirrored reflection. Always seeing monstrous claws and a pair of glowing scarlet red eyes through your reflection, remembering fangs digging through human flesh. The ear piercing screams, the terrified look in people's eyes, the shaking of their bodies, the thirst for blood..... Honestly I don't believe many people could handle that, but like I said before I'm not one of those people. I'm me.

There are many in this world full of greed, idiotic pride and just plain stupidity that want what I have, they have no idea that this is more than they could ever handle in their own miserable lives. What they know is only what they hear but from my perspective they have no chance of obtaining or controlling this cursed power.

The beast, as I have grown to call it and will continue to call it, is a cruel and heartless being that kills innocent people just for the sport of it. It only takes over when I am bedridden and unconscious, since that is the time I am at my most weakest point. The beast hasn't attempted to take me over while I am conscious, perhaps it can't, maybe it has never tried, maybe even it can't while I am asleep but for all I know it could be waiting for the perfect time to take full control.

Anyways, shall we get to what I'm doing at the moment?

Great. I knew you'd agree.

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I walked down the dark street with my head down and a hood on. I walked past a shop window and looked up enough to notice the glowing scarlet red eyes and sparkling of pale white fangs, I was pretty sure that the hands had claws on them as well.

The beast continued walking, smelling the air as it went. It then caught a scent on the breeze that intrigued the beast, after a minute of sniffing the air it started to follow the scent.

Suddenly a sack was thrown over it's head and was put in a head lock, a wet rag was put over its nose and mouth. It just smiled and chuckled, it's chuckle dark and horrifying to most. It didn't speak as it flipped the dude over and took the sack off, the hood falling back. Its horns grew from right above the ears and at the back of the head, it's blood red hair tied back in a pony tail like I usually have it. Strange, it usually has it down, maybe it's learning... Anyways, it looked down at the guy who was just getting up, feeling a bit dazed from being flipped over.

The man looked at the beast with terrified wide eyes and started backing up but fell. He continued to crawl backwards as the beast walked forward to him, licking its lips and revealing the long sharp fangs that were just waiting to pierce the mans skin. Its claws glinted silver in the moon and dripped with blood from scratching the man while flipping him over, hungrily tasting the blood off its claw the beast savored the taste and grinned at the terrified man.

The poor man continued on crawling backwards, he quickly stood up and stumbled as he began to run. The beast laughed and continued walking after him. He looked back at the horrendous monster that had set its sights on him but didn't see it, as soon as he looked forward he ran into the monster and fell backwards, staring up at the beast. "W-w-who a-a-are y-y-y-you?"

The beast just laughed cruelly and darkly as it paced itself towards him. The guy shrunk back and tried crawling backwards but he just backed up into a wall so he looked up and stared terrified at the beast. He shrank back but his fate was now sealed as the beast was upon him.

The beast let it's fangs show out to the man before grabbing him by the neck and ripping his hood off. The man screamed as it dug it's fangs into his arm and started drinking his blood.

The beast let go of his arm and licked it's bloody fangs and lips with a cruel smile. It then had the guy on the ground before digging its claws into his chest and tore it to shreds along with his neck, splattering blood all over the place.

It smiled and tore the guys head off, splattering even more blood everywhere. The beast grabbed a pole from a fence post and jammed it in the building then smashed the head onto it. Blood dripped onto the ground and the beast took a handful of it after letting it drip into it's hand for a couple of seconds before licking the puddle in its hand. It then started to write on the wall. 'Good luck' was what it wrote before going over to the body and ripped the arms off the guys body and hung them next to the writing.

The beast then ripped the legs off and laid them in front of the building before grabbing the body and set it below the writing. It looked at what it had done before grinning and grabbing some more blood. This time it wrote below what it had written before and wrote 'Haha the Devils in Town' then licked its hands clean.

The beast looked again and smiled before walking off. It walked to my house and jumped to my bedroom window, quickly climbing inside. It laid down right before my alarm clock went off and closed it's eyes, my body returning to what it normally looked like as I woke up to my alarm clock.