Blood of the Covenant - Original Fiction
When I was in high school, we were given an assignment to create a piece that was reverent and horrifying. Something that would make others anxious and live the piece. This was borne from that assignment.
The first kill. It always brings about heightened emotions, heightened senses, adrenaline and regret in several, egregious waves.
The first one feels the adrenaline wear thin, the feeling of sticky wet blood clinging to your fingers makes your stomach churn and a sickly bile to scratch at the back of your throat. You want to vomit, but you can’t, it won’t come. It just sits there, threatening to come and spill from your parted lips. You attempt to take in steady breaths, but you find yourself beginning to hyperventilate, gulps of air coming deep, fast and raggedly ripping themselves from your raw throat and out your mouth again.
The second wave brings an itch. The feeling of regret and fear begins to claw its way under your skin, running back and forth along your hammering veins. The blood roars in your ears as an army of ants trails to and fro through your arms and legs.
Finally, the realization crashes over you.
And you scream. Then you scream more when your hands run through your hair, staining it red with the life force of another. Shaky digits grip at hair, uprooting the strands like trees from a forest.
The final wave, acceptance, doesn’t come until much later. When you’ve screamed as much as you can scream, you’ve cried and mourned the loss of life in front of you. You pull yourself from the pool you’ve created, drag yourself into the shower to finally rinse your sin from your skin and scrub your wrongdoings away. You finally allow yourself to let go, refocus and continue on as if it never happened. Until it happens again. And again.
That’s how your nightmare begins. And it will never end.
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