SLICEANDDICE

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SLICEANDDICE

It wouldn't let me post it as a whole please read both parts this one first. The Other It’s been a week since I’ve been to that club and a week more since I last had an attack and went on a hunt. That’s two weeks of pretending to be normal, two weeks of quiet, two weeks ticking down. I know I am due for another attack, knowing the stress and doubt I put on myself is pushing me, but I ignore it. I just change for the night and climb between the cool sheets. I dry swallow an oblong blue pill, a half dose of a store bought sleep aid, like I do every night, to keep away dreams. Maybe I should have taken more, because the moment I lose consciousness I’m somewhere else. Bright orange light is closing in. I feel heat surrounding me, so hot my skin feels like it’s blistering. Wood is splintering and cracking, smoke is surrounding me making the hall seem longer and scarier. I hear screams; I can’t tell if they are close or far away. I try to follow them, find them, help them but the heat gets worse when I do. The smoke invades my eyes and lungs. Finally I succumb, choking on the smoke and falling to the ground. I try to clear my lungs with a scream. The room is too dark and cold, compared to the world I was just thrust out of. The scream dies on my lips as I sit up and try to catch my breath. I look around, trying to center myself but I can’t. I don’t know where I am. I feel my arms for the burns I feel should be there, but I can’t find them. Panic starts to take me. I hear whispers all around me, but I can’t find their source. I can’t remember anything, how I got here or where here is. The whispering gets louder and louder, more urgent, but I can’t get in through the panic. I fall out of bed and stumble to the bathroom. I stare at my face in the mirror, at the dark circles and haunted features. I turn on the faucet to wash my face. The moment the icy water touches my fingers I am over whelmed again. Images race through my mind, of black and men, mostly long since dead. A new one takes prominence, his evil ripping into my mind. I fall to the ground and gripe my knees, only one thing in my mind. I’m crazy, I’m crazy none of this is real, it can’t be. I grab at my head, knotting my hair in my hands, pulling on it. I feel something inhuman try and over take me, I try to fight it, try to remain human, but I don’t know why. I claw at the ground and my skin as I fight the images and the animal force. Suddenly clearer in my mind I hear a beast telling me to calm down, we have to go on a hunt. I feel other presences, female, and suddenly I remember how I got here and what happened. I am flooded with memories, the lives, deaths, and feelings of my friends. As I snap back to myself, my life comes back and it all feels solid and real again. I remain on the hard cold ground, breathing rapidly, feeling out of control and lost, as every continues to equal out. I clean up my room and wash my face. I change for the outside world and quickly escape my rabidly inclosing room and start my hunt. I head out in a direction that feels right and set myself out. The streets and alleyways spread out before me as I stroll down them looking for my pray. The hour has emptied them for the night making the search harder, longer and more unsettling. I fear in the back of my mind that the sun will rise and wake before I find a mark, meaning I will have to kill with out the cover of night but in the spotlight of the sun in the faces of the normal people around me. I keep these thoughts in the back of my mind as I go from neighborhood to neighborhood. I finally catch a hint of him in a mixed up neighborhood. His aura reaches out down the street around corners letting me know he’s near but with give out his location. The dead office buildings and low rent apartments around lend hiding places making my hunt difficult but I thought I was up to it. The lack of cover means I have to be careful, I can’t blend in. As I start down the street a leap of joy fills my heart because I know this will be fun. The eerie silence of the street is interrupte

SLICEANDDICE

It wouldnt let me post it all in one piece please read both parts this on is second Cont.---- I point the body lying on the ground next to us. “He killed you, and I killed him. We have to go before the police find him and us, even if it won’t be for hours. We have to get you cleaned up and you need to lie down and decompress. I think you need to lie down and let your body adjust.” She stares at my kill and just nods her head. I grab her by the arm and help her up. Before I can lead her away she stops me. “Its all mixed up and fuzzy.” “What is?” “My head, it-its all mixed up, with thoughts and things. I don’t think they are all mine. Its fuzzy too, like I am in a fog.” She looks at me desperately for answers. My heart speeds up, because what she said sounds familiar. I remember feeling all that, twelve years ago. I take a deep breath and force a smile. “Don’t worry, it will clear up eventually.” I lead her back through the streets to my hotel room. Sometimes she stumbles but I quickly right her. She doesn’t say another word on the way, just lets me pull her along blindly through the streets. She doesn’t even raise an eyebrow when I open the door. I usher her straight to the bathroom to clean her up. I try to hide my blush as I help her undress, throwing the blood caked clothing in the corner so I can throw them away latter. First I examine the wound on her chest and right away I can tell its already healing itself. She will be whole again in a matter weeks maybe even days. I fill the tub next with warm water and bring her over to the tub. Since she is still in shock I bath her. To distract my wondering mind I memorize her physical characteristics. Her hair is a shoulder length and a light auburn-y brown, her eyes a deep shade of blue, she looks young too, my age maybe. She continues to stare in to space even as the water turns read. When I am done cleaning the dried blood off her I help her out and bandage her wound. When I turn to go get her something to sleep in she finally speaks. “Are you death?” she sounds like a lost child. I turn and smile at her. “Not in the way you are thinking.” “Am I really here, alive? Is this real?” “Yeah, yeah its real. You are here. Don’t worry, you’re safe.” “I have to go home.” She stood up and made to leave. I quickly grab her before she can get far. “No. It isn’t good for you to be alone right now. Besides you’re naked and your clothes are covered in blood.” I push her wet hair out of her eyes and stare into them, hating the fear and denial I see there. “Look, stare here tonight. Its dry and warm and I can make sure you’re ok. In the morning we can talk and figure things out. Is that ok?” She looks surprised and just nods her agreement. I quickly fish out an old shirt that doesn’t fit me and help get it on. It was a better fit on her than me, but not enough for me to worry about it being too tight to sleep in. I lead her over to the bed so she can lay down. She just stands there and stares at it. “Where will you sleep?” “I don’t know, next to you or the floor.” She still doesn’t move to lay down. “I-I don’t think I can sleep, not after… all this.” I go fill a glass with water and shake out three pills from my bottle. I return to her side and hand both over. “Here, a dose and a half of sleeping pills. It should put you to sleep and keep the dreams away. Trust me, you wanna sleep tonight. It will help you clear your mind.” She quickly takes the pills and lies down. It doesn’t take her long to drift off, and finally I am able to collect my thoughts. I just saw another girl die and come to life again. I cleaned and bandaged what should have been a fatal wound, and now a strange girl was sleeping in my bed. It took me a minute to realize two things once I let these thoughts play out. One I wasn’t alone anymore, I shared something with her. The second was must surprising. This girl who was sparkly blue when I first saw her wasn’t anymore, she wasn’t any color at all. I looked at her lying asleep and saw just the girl, nothing adding to the image, the

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