Dahmer
One night I got carried away, my head was somewhere else it was in a dark place I had all these thoughts about wanting to murder someone
Chills running through my spine, I was scared at first. I panicked, I knew that after what I’ve done i couldn’t go back, there was no going back. There was blood on my hands. I’ve done the dirty work not for anyone but for myself. I knew it was wrong but i didn’t want to admit it.
I- I- killed someone..
Takes place in the Vietnam war,can get emoshinal sometimes,it explans itself
Damn, Out of all the possible outcomes that were in my stiff,narrow minded skull,I never thought America, the greatest country known to man would be in close proximity to the word “Losing” but here we are.All we can really do at this point is to just accept defeat. Hell,I’m just thankful that I’m able to move my damn legs other than my friend Bert,that poor sack of shit didn’t even know how to walk straight when I first met him back in high school , it’s a shame really all that work he put into making his legs stronger so he wouldn’t get picked on just to have them shot off. But at least he survived unlike my brother…
I’ve always been jealous of my older brother Dan,my parents would treat him as if he were some kind of god. To be honest the only reason I wanted to join the damn army was because I would rather hear the sounds of guns being fired,then having to listen to mom and dad talk about how great Dan is.But the funny thing is I’ve never had a problem with Dan.
I fought with him, of course. Since Dan was the favorite, it was inevitable I would hate his friggin’ guts. The truth was, Dan was a good guy. He did good things. I just wanted my parents to notice that I did good things too. I was there when Dan died-shot by friendly fire. I asked that the friendly fire part be kept secret. Better for everyone to think Dan died a hero, shot to shit by the enemy, risking his life for others.
That’s how my parents would prefer to think of him anyway. Better for them, since the loss will be great for them…and me.
John was our captain. In the unit, he gave me attention like I wish my dad did. I guess it was harder to fight so far from home. Our base was ambushed- blown to hell. He tried to fend off the enemy so we could escape, but in the crossfire, he got hit by the wrong guy.
Now, America, the greatest country in the world lost the battle, lost a good guy- a lot of good guys, and might lose the war.
It’s not a good way to go.
This is the very beginning of my story. I wanted to get to a fast beginning to catch peoples attention. I only wrote about half of the whole story.
A clear sky, without a single cloud or plane in sight; looking out my bedroom window was something I seldom had reason to do. That all changed one lazy Tuesday afternoon. The sun was setting and an orange haze crowded the horizon. A lone and majestic bird appeared in the distance and slowly grew in size as it approached our town. I thought nothing of it – even forgetting about the birds presence as I returned attention to my homework. When the number of birds continued to grow and multiply, I couldn’t help but let my intrigue get the best of me. I watched as hoards spilled out from behind the mountains. From the safety of my bedroom I observed as the sun slowly became blocked out and the flock steadily approached. A sharp scream pierced the silence that my quiet neighborhood was so accustomed to. It was coming from outside so I instinctually rushed to my window. I forcibly pried it open and stuck out as much of my body as gravity would allow me. Craning my neck, I peered all the way down the straight road that was my neighborhood. Locating the source of the terrible commotion nearby was of no difficulty. About one hundred feet away – smack in the middle of my street – hovered a rabid flock of about a dozen birds. Cawing, plucking, and leaving a whirlwind of feathers in their path made it impossible for my eyes to define any discernable shapes. Like the sighting of a ghost out of the corner of your eye, the hoard dispersed as if it were never even their. An eerie silence now filled the void left by the horrible screaming. In the place of the floock remained a stiff, motionless, and mangled body. My eyes stuck to it as if they had been super glued together. The only thing that could snap me out of the trans was the sound of another scream – this time in my own home.
(This is just parts in the beginning that introduce certain characters.)
The Damned and the Falling
Etana lands against the ground in an alley, light eyes searching in confusion. The last hours of her memories in a blur. She stood up dizzily, and tried to remember what her job was. Nothing. She could remember everything except what it was she was sent to do.
“How could this happen?” She wondered. Etana was an angel, and angels have missions, if they don’t complete those missions they don’t go back home. But somehow Etana had lost the memories of what she had been tasked with, the only memories of the conversation was blurred color and blinding light.
She stumbled out of the alley, she was wearing normal clothes, human clothes, so she blended in. A gray t-shirt, jeans, and some sneakers, her dark black hair was down and blowing in her face in the merciless wind. She bumped into people and they shoved her, some shouting in the city’s crowd. A short dark boy who looked about eighteen or so, bumped her and quietly said sorry and shimmeyed away looking down. Etana looked at her surroundings and tried to figure out where on Earth she had landed, hoping it would give her some sort of clue about what she should do.
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Anton stumbled through the city sidewalks, Chicago was always a nightmare for him, but he was panicking right now. What was he supposed to do? He had been mugged, beaten, and knocked out, and had woken up in an alley with marks on his neck that looked almost like small stab wounds. He would have wondered how he was even alive after whatever had happened, but he was too panicked right now. He pulled his hoodie up as much as he could to hide the marks on his face and neck and he hurried back to his tiny apartment, accidentally bumping into a lot of people along the way.
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Malitiae had been bored all morning. She was at work for a little while, bored, Boring, everything was so boring right now. She eventually ended up sitting and drinking some more coffee to stop herself from pacing behind the counter out of boredom. She was just about the start strengthening the next coffee with something that was not espresso, when a girl walked in. An Interesting girl. This is new, this is interesting, a witch, it’s rare to see people around this place with even the slightest abilities, but this girl, she was powerful, she could tell. Malitiae could always tell, of course a demoness could tell. The girl ordered a soft vanilla cappuccino, it fit the appearance she seemed to be going for, she had fluffy brown hair, a white fuzzy sweater, and a generally light tone, but it was the eyes, they too were light, hazel, but they held something behind them, anger, power, both maybe. Malitiae smiled, allowing the girl to see a bit past the illusion, but not much, sharp fangs, silver eyes, an illusion of horns and wings. Not much, just enough for the girl to see something definitely new to her.
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Cyrene tried not to look shocked out her sleepiness when the barista at the coffee shop suddenly had wings. “What’s your name darling?” the woman smiled at her, pearly teeth shone bright, revealing a set of deadly fangs. The woman let a little of her illusion down with a small grin, allowing her to see the demon beneath the guise. “…Um, Anna” she said quietly. “Lies” a smooth voice purred inside her mind, Cyrene jumped, as the woman handed her her cup and simply said, “Have a nice day”.
Cyrene went to the back of the coffee shop and sat at a table, lifting her laptop out of her bag and starting it up. She looked up when she felt eyes on her, and the incredibly attractive barista, that she now knew was actually a demon, winked.
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Vanya sat behind the bar laughing as she poured way more liquor into a drink than she should’ve. The people in the club were talking about how many drinks they could drink without getting drunk, well, Vanya was about to make that number a lot less.
She poured the tequila into a glass and took a shot and smiled. Working at a club was fun for her, it was loud and chaotic, and everyone got super drunk. She looked around as a bunch of people seemed to draw around a small area. There was a woman there, and everyone was drawn to her. She was surrounded by entranced women and amazed men. They all seemed to be in a daze. Then Vanya realized something, there was a pull of strong magic in the air. The woman looked up at Vanya and flashed the fae a smile. Demoness, the fae noted. They don’t often come to Earth, but this one had been popping up a lot lately. She was bored. That was usually the reason, and it definitely was the reason with this one. She was a powerful demon and the fae girl noticed her the second she had walked in the first day. Powerful and strutting, her magic drifting through the air, calling people to her. She had a lot of powers, and she had been making people feel and act more chaotically while she was here. Vanya loved it. The fae love parties and chaos, and this demoness was causing even more.
“No” Anton said. “Yes. You need to get out of this tiny excuse of an apartment and have some fun! Come on. We are going to go out and have some fun at new places! You need to get your antisocial ass out of here for once!” Marcus argued with his friend. Anton was having a hell of a month. First he realized he didn’t have enough money to get groceries that he needed, then he found out that his college money was needed for his grandmother’s medical bills, then he lost his job, because no one wants to pay the scrawny twenty year old who looks twelve. Finally, to top off the hellish spree of bad luck, he was mugged. Not just mugged though. He was beaten in an alley and had his money stolen, but someone also knocked him out and he woke up the next morning in a filthy alley, dirty, disoriented, and feeling incredibly sick. He had also felt two marks on his neck that looked like stab wounds, but he later found to be something even more horrifying and unbelievable.
So here he was, hiding in his apartment, hoping to god no one would ever guess what had somehow happened, and hoping that he wouldn’t die or have to kill anyone to satisfy his sudden hunger for blood. And now Marcus was here trying to get him to go to some strange new club that sounded vaguely terrifying.
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It turned out, vaguely was the wrong word. Anton realized that the second he got there. It was not vaguely terrifying, the intensity of the place with extremely terrifying for him. He hid against the back wall hoping that no one would approach him.
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Prologue
I ran through the town streets. Running so fast it felt like my feet were barely touching the ground. It was cold and my breath was coming out in white puffs. I could hear them about a block behind me snarling and clawing at the ground, coming after me. I burst through the gates of the park, quickly latched it behind me and took flight again in search of a place to hide. I knew I wouldn’t be able to outrun them, but hopefully I could hide out here in the park and maybe slip away. My eyes scan the trees and bushes looking for some place that may both conceal my body and mask my scent. My eyes fixed on the large pond in the center of the park, it wasn’t to far away. I ran for it as fast as my legs would carry me.
If I got in the water it would probably help to hide my scent. But I would have to remain completely still so as not to make any noise. And if they did find me it would be hard to run through the water. I quickly looked around for another option. A few yards from the pond laid the entrance to the hedge maze I used to get lost in when I was younger. I don’t think I would be able to lose them in there. They could just climb over the tops of the hedges, I on the other hand would be left to run around trying to find my way through, there is a chance but it’s not so great. They would surely catch me. My best bet is the pond.
It had a small dock with reeds growing all around it. I slid quietly into the water, worked my body under the dock, and hid myself within the reeds. Only my head was above the water, so I could breathe. I was shivering it was the beginning of winter and the water was cold. I could only hope that the reed would hide me well. I waited in silence, and then I heard them again the scraping of their talons against the gravel as they walked. The were getting closer.
They know I’m here!
I figure they know I’m somewhere nearby, the pond couldn’t mask my scent entirely, especially since they are no natural creature. If I’m lucky they don’t know where I am exactly, just somewhere in the vicinity. Maybe they will go into the maze and I can make my escape. Just then, I heard the scraping, but this time it was on the wood of the dock. I could hear it making its way down the dock sniffing and huffing. Then a low growl, as its talons curled around the edge of the dock right next to me.
It’s gonna look under the dock and find me!
The demon put its face down and sniffed the air by the edge of the dock. A low growl came from deep in its throat.
This is it its gonna tear me out from underneath this dock and end my life right here. All because I got mad at my parents and stormed out of the house.
I prepared internally for the feeling of my flesh being torn from my body as it tore me apart. But it never came the the beast leapt off the dock and I could hear them run off in the direction of the maze. Seizing my opportunity I got out from under the dock crawled out of the pond and was about to run when I heard a “SNAP!” behind me, I turned around to see one of the demons climb down from a tree. It was 8 feet tall and stood on four legs. It was reptilian and had shiny black scales. It closely resembled a dragon yet it had no wings, a very short neck, and a pushed in snout. It’s face was sunken in and held tight against the bone. It was almost as if smooth black leather had been plastered to its skull. Its eyes were beady and black, they held no hint of a soul within them. It flicked its tail like a frustrated cat, and I noticed that it had a barb at the end of its tail just like a scorpion. Only the barb was translucent, enough that the moon offered plenty of light for me to see that there was fluid inside. Venom.
There was a certain look to its eyes that-
It’s amused.
It stalked toward me tallon’s clicking against the cobble stone path, it’s tail making a stomach churning noise as it drug it along the ground. I backed away, turned on my heel and took off, I probably only got about 12 feet away when it ran past kicking up dirt, and swirled around to face me again. I skidded to a stop my heart and mind racing trying to find a way out of this. It threw its head back and let out a screech that sounded like tires on asphalt. Within a minute the other two demons had come back and were now surrounding me. These two were smaller than the other one. They looked more like oversized wolves with their fur only covering some of their body, hanging off on the rest. Their faces were nothing but bone with a little flesh hanging off their jaws, they had antlers on their heads and spikes on their vertebrae that protruded from their backs. They started to move in on me but the larger demon growled and snapped its teeth at them, making them instantly stand down. It then walked toward me again in a confident demeanor. It stopped directly in front of me and leaned in close its face an inch from mine. It then cocked its head from side to side, breathing in through its mouth that slightly hung open.
Its breathing in my scent.
Trying to taste me.
It pulled back a little and gave a nod to the two behind me. Pain flooded my thoughts as the two demons grabbed my wrists in their jaws and pinned me to the ground. Their Superior moved to stand over top of me. I struggled to get free but only succeeded in getting the two Hell-hounds to clench my wrists tighter between their teeth. The demon lifted a talon and brought it down over my face, right above my left eyebrow. Then pierced the skin and drug it down the side of my face. I screamed in pain, my heart started beating even faster in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Unfortunately not enough to dull the pain.
Meanwhile, a few blocks over a man and women dressed in form fitting armor, equipped with weapons frantically search the streets.
“She has to be here somewhere,” said the woman to her husband. She normally gave off an air of confidence and superiority, the man noted, right now she looked anxious and unsure of herself and the situation they were in. This would surely cloud her judgement, they had to control their emotions and
“Don’t worry Lira, she will be alright,” he said. “We will find her before they do”. The pair were out searching the streets because their daughter had ran off into town after an argument they had. Not long after, they got a report stating that demons had been sighted in the town, and that soldiers were being dispatched to take care of the situation, but that everyone should stay indoors until they have a confirmed kill. Their daughter was in grave danger.
The year was 1942, we just seized land in Japan for the first time but that all the way across the ocean. I’m up in Southern Germany training in the pouring rain. My unit is about to attack the city of… hell I can’t pronounce it. I was lucky enough to get stationed up here with my good friends.
They were my pals from my younger days- hell we were even a group in grade school. There’s Tristan, a head strong, no-rules-in-love-and-war type. Always rushing some bunker with his pump action shotgun, just making a huge mess for the rest of us to clean up. Josh… well Josh is a wildcard; he always said he would go out with a bang and he meant it. He was always throwing some sort of explosive at the enemy. Reagan is up next: the strategic man. He’s out on the field with rifles of all sorts taking out the groups of Germans with the strength of ten men. Well then there’s me, an eagle eye sniper perched on roofs and watchtowers doing my part by saving everyone. We are all so close. We watch each others backs on the field knowing we all have someone waiting for us back home.
As the team went up to the town I stayed back so I could get some shots in. As usual, Josh blew up some buildings and Reagan was dropping Nazis like flies. I scoped in to see Tristan through a window. I smiled to myself while he blew through the Nazis. But then it happened: a swift shotgun shell to the back and Tristan was down. I froze. I was petrified to see my childhood friend struck down. Just then a scream rang out. It was Reagan, he was on his knees crying to the night sky, pleading to God to bring Tristan back. As if on cue a thunderstorm started, so I threw down my sniper and slid down the muddy hill. I draw my knife and kill anyone in my way, with tears in my eyes, and I enter the building with Tristan’s lifeless body on the ground. Josh enters to tell me the camp is clear but stops when he sees me holding Tristan’s body. He opens his mouth to say something but only silent air escapes his lungs and the mercy escapes his conscience. “Who did this?” is all he mutters. I point to Tristan’s executioner then Josh grabs the body and stuffs a grenade in his mouth. He draws his revolver and cocks back the hammer. “This is for killing one of MY BEST FRIENDS YOU NAZI BASTARD!” He pulls the trigger and blows his enemy’s head off.
After we say our goodbyes we bury him and, ignoring orders, we vow to dismember this entire war from the inside. I took Tristan’s shotgun. Using his dog tags as a sort of charm, we spend the next few days burning small camps and slaughtering those who inhabit it. It didn’t take long for us to find a stronghold but we were more than ready. “NOW!” I scream as we blow the wall open and instantly open fire on anything that moves. Bullets flew and I was struck but that wasn’t nearly enough to bring me down. After we disposed of everyone, we found a radio sending transmissions about the location of Hitler, the big man himself. We all knew what we needed to do: cut off the head of the snake.
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Two years. It took two years to get to his station. But it was all worth it; the trail of blood and tears it took for us to get here was far too grave to give up. We snuck into the courtyard in Nazi uniforms and planted bombs, planning to blow open the walls with three entry points. We rush in all together but it doesn’t take long for the place to go on lock down. Soon there are too many to outrun and Reagan says, “GO! I’LL HOLD THEM BACK,” as he takes out a grenade.
“LIKE HELL I’M LEAVING YOU BEHIND!” I shout back.
“You don’t have a choice!” as he pulls the pin on his grande and threw his dog tag at me.
Josh grabs my arm as I scream, “REAGAAAAAAN!”
Suddenly there is an explosion that shakes the whole fort and causes the amount of Nazis trailing us to dwindle substantially. It is just me and Josh now. As we run down the corridor, I see the room the snake is hiding in. Josh yells, “Go! I’ll cover you!” as he throws his dog tags in my hands. With tears in my eyes I run into the room. At last I’m face-to-face with the snake.
“You bastard, you’re the reason all my friends have sacrificed their lives. I’ll make you suffer.” I raise my gun to his head and at that moment I felt them with me. Tristan, Reagan and Josh. I clench all their dog tags in my hand and blow the snake’s brains out. Knowing there is no way out I clench the tags harder and shoot myself so that I may rest. I lay with tears in my soul and with my last breath I depart with my meaning.
She was standing over me, looking down at me. She put her soft pale hand on the ledge of my chair. She looked into my eyes and says “ you are very beautiful Ms. Gaines” and then sat back down, turned her chair and continued to look outside. Her house looked out to big mountains with the lightest blue sky and cotton candy like clouds. Olive seemed to spend most of her time looking out these great walls. I try and put myself in here shoes. She’s so powerful and brilliant but doesn’t use any of it for good.
Adderall abuse exists and is a problem.
He sits and looks down at the line on the sink, its white color contrast to the marble sink it sits upon. He looks up to the mirror on the wall, unable to recognize the stranger staring back at him. He goes down.
He wakes up to the alarm blaring, the ear splitting noise tearing the fabric of reality around him. He pulls the plug out of the wall and throw it across the room.as he gets up from the floor he hears every bone in his body cracking, each sending blast waves through his skin. He picks himself up off the floor and looks at the bed he was lying next to. Mumbling something inherently he walks to the bathroom and turns on the lights. The cold water from the shower peels away at the shame of the past, but the warm air only cements it more. Jeans. Tie-dye shirt. Grey hat. The mental checklist for the day complete. As the car pulls out of the driveway and down the road, the cracks in reality begin. The shades of grey and the sharp edges start to break away. The color in the world starts to come back and the eye slicing edges round themselves out. He pulls into the driveway and walks up to the door and knocks on the window instead. The window opens. He slides two twenties into the window, and a ziplock bag of pills are exchanged. He gets back into the car and speeds home. He runs upstairs back into his room. He crushes up the pills and puts them into a line.
He sits and looks down at the line on the sink, its white color contrast to the marble sink it sits upon. He looks up to the mirror on the wall, unable to recognize the stranger staring back at him. Before he goes down a drop of blood falls from his nose. He looks at his hands and the streaks tye crimson droplet left he sits on the floor and leans against the wall. He closes his eyes. And they do not open.
Basically just a post apocalyptic future where much of the world population was wiped out by a disease. The intro is pretty self explanatory.
The end of the world began with a cough.
Just a little cough that was dismissed as a cold. But it was not a cold. It was the start of a plague that’d take lives like candy from a baby. Plucking souls like it wasn’t difficult at all.
It spread rapidly, within five years, it had taken almost everyone. The authorities tried to contain it. They tried their best, quarantining areas. Doctors tried drug after drug. People tried to hide, but it was useless.
One cough led to days of hacking blood up as this horrible disease rotted everything it touched. People nicknamed it the ‘Red Current’ for the bloody death its victims suffered. Survivors were unheard of.
Those who eluded it were lucky.
I am one of them. One of the “lucky”. Even luckier to have survived a year in this hell.
Which is bullshit, by the way. Being lucky. Sure, I didn’t rot from the inside out, my death will be much more unpleasant. Maybe I’ll starve to death or be slaughtered by one of the many factions roaming the city streets. I mean, I’m not a person to them anymore. I’m a meal. They do anything for food. Anything.
Food is everything nowadays, and it’s almost impossible to find. All buildings have been looted by now. Plants stripped of anything edible. Most animals are long gone- dead or otherwise hiding.
I miss the days of cereal and frozen waffles. When my biggest worry was my student debt, and not whether I’d be able to find food the next day. When I could eat something other than bugs and whatever else I scrounged up from the streets.
Just the thought of cereal sends my stomach into a furious grumble. I let out a groan and leaned back, head pressing into the cold concrete behind me. I would kill for normal food. Kill for it. Even just a shitty store bought muffins would be fine. I sighed and wobbled to my feet. The blood rushed to my head as I stood, making me feel weaker than usual.
“Ugh.” I rubbed my temples with my grimy fingers, almost falling down. I needed food, and soon. I didn’t want to end up like some of them. Some of the people so ridden with hunger they couldn’t move. So hungry I just lay there and died from starvation. Or the less merciful way to go- the rats feeding on you. The rats would feed on anything nowadays.
It would be more disgusting if I hadn’t seen the same from humans.
Images flashed behind my eyelids. Memories full of blood and dust and tears cutting through ashy faces.
I shivered and rubbed at my eyes as if to rub away the memories. No use. Just get moving. I told myself. Work always cleared my mind, at least for a little.
Legs heavy, I shuffled from the little one-room apartment I had claimed as my own. It was shitty and smelled horrible, but no one ever came this far out anymore. It was the safest place to be. Survival was the only thing that mattered anymore, comfort was useless.
I wouldn’t say no to the comfort of a bed, though. Concrete and beaten up mattresses did not agree with my spine, judging by the near constant pain I was in nowadays. Just add it to the list of things I miss. I thought, creeping down the deserted apartment hall. Time to go hunting for now, though.
o o o
By the time I got back to my apartment, it had been dark for hours. A risky move, being out so late, but worth it. Sweat covered my face, I probably reeked. But I had food. More food than I’d had in a while, so however bad I smelled, however awful I felt, however late I was out, it was worth it.
Which was another thing you apparently get used to in the apocalypse. The smell. I can’t remember the last time I wrinkled my nose. Thought ‘that reeks’. It’s just a fact now, everything stinks.
All things considered, the catch had been good. Four rats. The happiness I felt almost made me feel bad for whatever dead body I had used as bait. Keyword being almost. Remorse was hard, especially if it was for something that kept you going one day more.
I set the rats by my makeshift fire pit, a pile of wood, bark, and paper I had scrounged up. I pulled the beaten canvas bag from back and thrust my hand inside, searching for my box of matches. My fingers closed around the small cardboard box and I pulled it out. I opened it and the sight of five matches greeted me. Damn. I thought, pulling one out and looking at the remaining four. Four, goddamn. I’d need to get more, tomorrow, maybe.
I struck the match on the side of the box and tossed it into the pile. The mound went up in flames, red and orange and burning through my fuel fast. I speared the first rat with a small stake and propped it up over the fire. I wasn’t too concerned with burning those filthy animals, they tasted awful either way.
As the rat cooked, I collected wood from the pile I had stocked up. Most of it was just twigs, branches, anything I could find. Not nearly enough for a real fire. I was about to toss some more on the fire when a loud creak sounded down the hall.
My entire body stiffened. My senses prickled, waiting.
Then the creak came again, closer this time.
Faster than I knew possible, I dropped the wood and pulled my knife from my bag. Feet light as I could muster, I crept across the apartment and opened the door ever-so-slowly. I stayed behind it though, trying to listen for another creak.
What came next was not a creak.
It was the distinct sound of footsteps slapping on wood. Cautionless steps rushing to my door. I didn’t have time to be incredulous before I was slamming the door open, a loud clunk sounded as the door collided with a skull.
The body fell to the floor with a thump and within seconds I had lifted the person from the ground and slammed them against the wall. I was blinded by panic, fear. What if this person had been intending to kill me? I had no time to take them in, just time to press my blade to their throat, to lean in real close. Threaten them.
“Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat right now.” I hissed, knife at the base of their neck.