Page 10 of Marked for Execution
I was only a few houses down from my home when I walked out of there. My mind whirled with thoughts of belonging to something. This outing was just an attempt to get the frenetic energy out of my system.
I grabbed the pin out of my hair as I walked up the front steps and picked the lock. This place used to be a gated community in the past. I never lived during those times, so I couldn’t be certain, but it had been whispered among the different flocks of humans I’d come across.
The sound of theclicklifted my mood as I entered my home and locked the door behind me. Leaning my back against it, I slid down and put my head in my hands. How did today go from wanting to stretch my legs to running into a pair of newly-made vampires? No one really knew how they came to be; the world had always been the same in the years I had been alive.
I wondered if Eliseo would tell anyone my secret.Groaning, I slammed my head against the door with athud.
“You’re worrying over nothing, Fitri. It was bound to happen,” I muttered aloud.
He still wanted me for future outings, though, despite knowing what he knew now. I grabbed the bill of my cap and tossed my hat to the side with more force than necessary. It slapped the other wall with a loudsmackand fell unceremoniously.
This unnatural strength within me would get me in trouble one of these days.
I started stripping as I walked towards the upstairs bathroom. How this place managed to have running water, I’ll never understand, but I wouldn’t question it, either. I was just glad I could make a home in this community. Besides the rumors about the crazy doctor, everyone had been pretty peaceful.
A few steps up, and my oversized shirt was the first to go. This thing always felt like a damn blanket on me. Once I was at the top of the stairs, I kicked off my shoes and shucked my pants. I began to unwrap my breasts; the pain from ripping the tape off my skin made me groan in both relief and other feelings I didn’t want to think about. Tossing it in the trash bin in the restroom, I rubbed my tits to stimulate blood flow. My nipples pebbled the warmer it got, and my fingers pinched and pulled, trying to replace the ache with another type of stimulation.
The memory of Eliseo’s eyes flashed in the reflection of the mirror, and I shook my head to dislodge the image.What was wrong with me?That old bastard was a pain in the ass.
I stood there in panties and undid the tight bun I pinned under the cap. I had collected these bad boys over time and finally accumulated a good amount to keep my identity a secret, keeping me out of unwanted trouble.
Pieces of my past floated through my mind.
“What do we have here, boys? Look at this fresh meat, all alone.”
“Do you need a little help, sugar?”
My eyes counted the men before me. Seven. All armed. Shit, how was I going to get out of this? I woke up in a field and couldn’t remember what happened. The only thing I knew was that I needed to wash the blood and dirt off before someone else found me.
My nose led me to a river. The dead body nearby gave me enough clothes to replace the ones I had on.
“No, I don’t need any help,” I told them in a neutral tone. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I tried to make my way around them, but they weren’t having it.
One stepped in my way. “You think you’re too good for us?”
“Your pussy is probably gaped open from how many people you let in. What’s a little more, huh? For the good of humanity. We need to be fruitful, sugar,” another one said from behind.
Gritting my teeth, I didn’t see the first man move until he was on me, grabbing at my skin. Something within me grew to infernal heights. My body burned with a hatred I’ve never felt before. My mind was barely able to catch up, when suddenly, the clothes I’d recently obtained became covered in blood once more.
The smell of their unwashed bodies wafted through my nostrils like I was back in the moment.The way their clammy skin touched me. The way their fingers roamed.
I removed my panties and jumped into the bathtub. I turned on the shower head and let the water chill my insides. I felt like killing them all over again, one at a time. My mind must have blanked out the memory for the sake of my sanity, but some days I swore I still tasted their blood on my lips. I just couldn’t remember what came before and after the incident.
Just flashes of a heavy weight oppressing my chest, of the smell of dirt as my hands clawed for air.Nothing made sense.
I wandered the lands, running into different flocks until I ended up here, broken and weary. They quickly took me in after interrogating me in the doctor’s strange underground quarters…
The freezing water made me shiver while I scoured my skin with my nails, leaving welts behind. The sharp pain grounded me, forced me to concentrate on the moment and the sensation rather than the fragmented memories of the past.
Running my hand through my hair, I felt the tips of the ends tickling right above my ass. I might have to cut it soon before it becomes too difficult to hide. I massaged my scalp and tried to calm my senses as my skin began to heal itself and itch.
Once clean, I turned off the water and stepped out, walking toward the adjoining room. There was a lack of towels in the community. Letting myself air dry, I walked toward my weapon’s stash in the bedroom closet. I didn’t bring much today, assuming the daylight would have been enough to decrease the chances of running into hordes of bloodsuckers.Boy was I wrong.
“Your lack of enthusiasm bores me, hybrid.”
The last word he spoke echoed in my mind as I grabbed the knives I had hidden in the pants I wore today, putting them back where they belonged.
Sometimes my nightmares gave me flashes of light hair, of torture and of mydeath. When I woke up, I didn't know what was real and what was not. After all, I’m here, bent down and counting my ammo. The deathcouldn’tbe real; that wouldn’t make any sense.So why did it keep playing in my mind like a broken loop?