The night was cool and the smell of blood was lingering in the air. In the distance I could hear a police siren rushing to the spot I just had left. I knew this because I had just killed a man there, and as I walked I heard a woman scream. I'm sure she had alerted the police to what she had found there. I rushed so not to be seen by anyone. Even with the cold air I was sweating. Wether it was from running or from fear I did not know. When I finally reached the main road I slowed my pace so as not to seem peculiar. The street was bright almost like daytime, lite by many streetlights and stores. And people were packing the street going here and there and talking to each other. I walked over to a bench and sat down so that I could catch my breath. All the sound melded into one big noise. As I sat there I realized that my hands were covered in blood, I quickly wiped them off with a handkerchief. "What is wrong with me" I said putting my hands over my face and bending over. I got up and went back to my house and then went to sleep.

That night while I slept many dreams went through my mind. Dreams of demons dreams of death. I awoke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. My neck still hurt from what had happened not even a week ago. I decided that I wouldn't be able to sleep at all that night. I got up and went to the bathroom and splashed my face with warm water. I noticed in th mirror that my eyes were as red as the blood that had been on my hands. I rubbed my eyes thinking that they were just tired and it was because I hadn't slept very much the past few days. I laid there in my bed watching tv, flipping channels. I stopped on the news where I saw the man I had killed not even 3 hours prior. I watch already knowing how and when it happened. The police officer was saying that all of the mans blood was gone and that it looks as if the man had been attacked by some wild animal. And I thought to myself, ya he was attacked by a wild animal, me.

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