Perhaps those people were right.
I
woke, remembering a dream from the night before. Pictures of frightened children
lingered in my mind as I approached them with a hunger unsated by mundane
appetites. I recalled how flesh smelled: sweet. The texture was tender, yet it
was bitter to the taste. Blood was messy and dripped down my chin. The demon,
the cold-blooded monster mingled with my DNA: a gift from one of my parents
brought to daylight by evil people.
Thanks
Mom and Dad for the evil of which you succumbed me to. I never thought parents
could be that cruel to have given their child to a society of evil scientists.
Thanks for giving me the blessing of having nightmares haunt me after my
escape. Thanks for not being there when I needed you.
I
turned my head to an object in my hand underneath one out of many pillows. I
twirled the small dagger with my fingers, pulling the blade out of its sheath
without another thought. While examining the Celtic knot design on the blade, I
slowly took deep breaths to try to calm my mind. There wasn’t any reason to
fear anymore.
