Take Over

I have always wondered how it feels to kill.

I have never tried of course, because, why would I? I would not throw away my life, no matter how meager and boring it is, to satisfy this sociopathic curiosity of mine.

But now, I know.

I did it because the opportunity presented itself. And although I didn't like the circumstances, I had to try, before I died.

I can still feel the metallic taste of his blood and some pieces of flesh from when I ripped out a piece of his neck, with my teeth.

Throwing a smug look at my attacker I can see the terror in his eyes.

When I attacked I missed the trachea but I tagged the carotid, so he will still live for about a minute while slowly losing his ability to breath due to lack of oxygen in his bloodstream.

That is better.

He should suffer.

I know I am going to die, I have no qualms with it anymore, I have come to peace with it and accepted my fate. Although I do hope that hell is not all - Burn for eternity - and stuff, I do not enjoy pain.

So with my acceptance, I decide to induce some more terror into the man by making my best joker smile and start cackling in my weak voice, but although weak, it sounds like the devil to him.

Soon I started feeling tired and decided to close my eyes for some much needed rest from this shitty life of mine.

Then,

I open my eyes.