"I never thought I could kill another person." I sagte clenching the blood stained dagger in my right hand as I starred at the pavement. Lifeless bodies lay surrounded in blood not only did the whole park stench with blood.

I held the dagger tighter so tight my knuckles turned white. I couldn't remeber how I kiled these people I thought hard and long but nothing came all I knew was that I'd killed thses peopel and why I had no idea. That's when hazy flashes of Bilder swirled in my head of how I'd slit one woman's neck, stabbed a man in the back to his heart—seeing a small inch of the blade through his chest, and cut deeply a boy my age in the calf.

My vision became misty I starred to cry. What had I done? "Why have I done this, what drove me to to this?" I wondered a load. Blood started to spill from my fingers I'd held it to tight now but the pain just stung like someone was penching me. I sank to the ground in sorrow weeping quietly with my face in my hands "His could I hurt all these inoccent people?" I asked my self a load. But then someone answered someone I'd never have expected.

"Your doing it over the anger of my death. Don't Du remember?" I heard his deep smooth voice behind me my eyes grew large as I yanked my head up, I saw him sitting on the eage of a building above me. I stood up starring at him while he starred at the full moon above. How could I hear him so clearly when he was all the way up there. "I thought Du were dead." He looked down at me and smiled. Then stood and walked in the other direction. '"Your doing this over my death"'. His words rushing through my head I looked at the moon then through down the dagger a tear escaped and and I took off after him.

I had to ask him more. I looked at the bodies and closed my eyes tight I sighed and dashed after him. I cut through an alley as I kept my eyes on his dark—broad—image dashing over the building. Even dead he stilled Bewegen like his true demon self. 'I have to catch him.' I thought as I ran hard as I could I blinked against the wind and he was no longer there I stopped. "What?! Where did he go?" I heard footsteps behind I turned and saw his black T and messy styled hair I follwed.

"Brian! Wait please." He kept walking and so did I.

"Why are Du the explanation as of where I killed thoughts people?"

"You went off in a rampage." "

"Why don't I remember it all?"

"You weren't yourself?"

"Why weren't I?"

"The real Du was unleashed."

"But Du just sagte that I wasn't myself?"

"Yourself and your real self are two different people yourself is the bag of Bones Du are now. Your real self is the demon within you." He kept walking than sped up and turned a sharp corner.

" But why over you?" I started to ask but as I turned the corner I didn't sen him and I didn't hear his footsteps hit the pavement anymore I searched above and he was nowhere along the buildings. He was gone wig the night sky.

I sighed and left back to the scene no one had called the police yet, why? I wondered then looked around it's a park and it's the middle of the night surely someone had walked Von a couple, a single person a dog had to dark at the scene oder something. But nothing had taken place at all. I then realized I was still holding the blood stained dagger I had to whip it away. On the back of a hemd, shirt of male who lay face down. I scanned iver the bodies and stared to tear up again but I gaunt them before they came and walked away to my home.

I stood my back against the door I could still smell the stench of blood but there wasn't a speck on me—not on my clothes not on my flesh but why did I smell the rusty metal at the back of my throat? I jumped in he dusche and quickly put the those clothes in the washing machine after that long dusche I stilled smelled that mad hands reached with blood. Why?