Crazy Blood Demon

Bob was looking at the small, white, old building where his former boss worked.

"I finally quit that fucking job," Bob thought to himself.

Bob worked as a spy and sometimes as a hitman. I know what you're thinking: That job must be cool. Why did you quit such a cool job? But the opposite was true. First, we need to figure out how he got that job.

Bob was a psycho and autistic, as well as an introvert. He didn't look like a psychopath and mostly didn't act like one, but when he was angry, it was a different story. When Bob got angry, he didn't think like a human being—he thought like a bloodthirsty animal who followed only his instincts.

It first manifested itself in kindergarten when he was five years old. A classmate destroyed his favorite toy car, which his grandfather had bought him. Bob got so angry that his mouth started foaming, and his face turned completely red. He poked his classmate's eye and injured it so seriously that the boy had to stay in the hospital for a week. Bob was forced to see a psychiatrist, who watched the footage from the security cameras before meeting him.

"I've never seen anything like it," the psychiatrist told Bob's parents.

But when the psychiatrist met him, he diagnosed Bob with autism and nothing else. Bob acted like a perfectly ordinary autistic child, which surprised the doctor. Bob had to see the psychiatrist every week, but no new findings emerged. Eventually, the doctor concluded it was an isolated episode that might or might not recur. Bob was assigned a special personal tutor who treated him carefully to avoid provoking him. Even his parents treated him cautiously because they were afraid of him.

The second incident occurred when Bob was 16. Due to the earlier incident, he had been banned from having a cell phone to prevent him from getting upset about something online. One day, he stole a cell phone from a wealthy older woman who hadn't even locked it. He hid it from his parents for two days. One evening, his dad came home drunk from work, as he often did, and started cursing at Bob's mom. Bob was used to his dad's drunken tirades. After cursing, his dad went to watch TV, usually football or political programs. Meanwhile, Bob put on some music, forgetting to check the volume on the stolen phone. The music blared at full blast, and his dad, of course, heard it.

His dad stormed into Bob's room. When he saw the phone in Bob's hand, he became furious.

He grabbed the phone and smashed it on the floor.

"Dad, please don't do this," Bob cried.

His dad ignored him, grabbed Bob violently, dragged him into the living room, and threw him onto the couch in front of the TV. Clenching his fists, he started hitting Bob.

"I'll show you proper discipline, you little faggot," his dad shouted.

As he continued beating Bob, his mom walked in and tried to calm him down, but he ignored her.

Bob's anger reached a boiling point. He turned red, and foam appeared at the corners of his mouth.

When his dad realized what was happening, he froze, and so did his mom.

Bob kicked his dad in the stomach with such force that it knocked him off the couch. Seeing the kitchen knives nearby, Bob moved with incredible speed, grabbing the largest and sharpest one. He turned to his parents, who started trembling uncontrollably.

Bob approached them and, without hesitation, slashed them both. Covered in blood, he stood over their lifeless bodies, staring unblinkingly for five minutes before calming down.

When he realized what he had done, he was terrified, but strangely, he didn't cry or feel remorse for killing them.

For the next five days, Bob stayed in the house, living off food from the fridge. His parents' neighbors, who were close friends, found it strange that they hadn't seen them for days and called the police.

One officer, Danzel, arrived at Bob's house. Danzel would become a pivotal figure in Bob's life, though not in the way one might expect.

Danzel kicked the door in after no one responded to his knocking or shouting. Inside, he found a chilling scene: a young man covered in dried blood, sitting on the couch with the TV on, surrounded by the rotting corpses of his parents.

"Don't move, or I'll be forced to use my gun," Danzel yelled.

Bob raised his hands.

In that moment, an idea formed in Danzel's mind: he could use Bob for his own purposes.

In the years that followed, Danzel covered up Bob's crime and took him in as a stepson. Danzel trained Bob to be a spy and a killer. Bob became a tool for Danzel's operations. Over time, Bob achieved great success as a hitman and spy. While Bob enjoyed the killing, he found espionage unbearably dull.

Bob eventually devised a plan to escape this life for several reasons: he had no freedom or personal life, he didn't get paid, and he lived in a shabby, smelly room with bad food. Danzel blackmailed him, threatening to expose him as his parents' murderer if he ever tried to leave.

Over the past few months, Bob had deliberately performed his assignments poorly, causing problems for Danzel. One day, Danzel finally snapped.

"You know how much trouble I'm in because of you?" Danzel screamed, throwing a backpack at Bob.

"Pack up your clothes and a couple of dollars and get the hell out of here! Don't come back!"

As Bob packed, Danzel added in a cold voice, "If you tell anyone about our organization, you're dead."

Danzel let Bob go, confident he wouldn't reveal their secrets.

Danzel had built up some of that emotional attachment to Bob over the years, so he didn't want to kill him.

Now, back to the present.

With a smile on his face and a backpack on his back, Bob headed to the subway. He bought a ticket and entered a crowded train, sitting next to a rebellious-looking teenage girl who reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol. He snickered to himself as he endured the smell.

Five minutes into the ride, the train suddenly stopped. Confused murmurs filled the car. Even the teenager looked up from her phone.

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"SILENCE!"

Everyone turned slowly toward the source of the voice…