• I had no idea what drove me to such extremes, but if I didn’t get any blood in me, I was going to flip the ******** out. Well, not like I wasn’t already.

    My entire body was shaking violently as I strode across the parking lot. In my sights was the one place I planned to go to if things went out of control: the San Diego Blood Bank.

    The sign’s red lights flickered and attracted me even more like a giant bug zapper. I scanned for anyone who would find me suspicious, but I was lucky. The entire area was dead empty.

    When I reached the two glass doors, I fished desperately in my pockets until I found a bobby pin and picked the lock, which took who knows how long because I was so dang thirsty that I didn’t give a flying damn. So why was asking in the first place? Well, I don’t know, I think my beastly nature was turning me into Golem from Lord of the Rings.

    Click! Yes! I was finally in!

    Stumbling to the point that I might’ve tripped over myself, I dashed straight into the back door that lead to the blood deposit, smashing it into tiny splinters. Some of the little wooden buggers got into my skin, but that didn’t matter. What mattered most was me getting some dang food!

    The back of the blood bank reminded me much of those labs where scientists experimented with deadly diseases. The shelves were filled from top to bottom with test tubes, beakers, and other containers of different shapes and sizes. Antiseptic burned the hairs in my nose, and the whirring of the air conditioner clouded my buzzing thoughts.

    When I spotted the first refrigerator marked “A+”, I could’ve sworn I felt my heart jump with joy. But that wasn’t possible anymore, not with me in this situation. In mere seconds, I had already tore open the steel gates and gawked at how many pouches there were, much like a hippie who ran into an abandoned pot farm.

    Clutching a bag with trembling hands, I bit into it and a wave of sweet elixir washed away the burn in my throat. I was so lost in it all that my knees buckled from under me and I collapsed onto the peach tiles.

    “A positively delicious selection,” I giggled at the pun as I reached for another serving of pure awesomeness.

    After about thirty bags, I began to notice that I was quite the messy eater. I felt some of the blood was cascading down my chin and all over my favorite jacket. But I just shrugged it off and continued on with my mindless self indulgence. I mean, I looked like a walking murder scene and yet I still kept on feeding!

    However, a sudden flash of light made me freeze where I sat. The sound of boots coming my way and a pistol cocking made me think that I wasn’t so discreet after all. Maybe it was my insanity that drew in the cops.

    “Put your hands where I can see them!” It was a woman officer, and her voice was a little shaky. Maybe she was shocked at the gory mess I was laying in, or it was her first night on the job. Either way, escaping her was gonna’ be a snap.

    Obeying her orders, I lifted my blood-stained hands above my head, a waste of good chow spilled on the floor before me. I felt no emotion, I had shut down my brain and was only relying on my instincts to guide me.

    “N-Now get up and turn around.” Pfft. Now she was just plain pathetic. Again, I followed her command; I made sure that gave her a big, toothy grin when I faced her.

    The officer was pretty hefty from what I imagined. She appeared like she didn’t even want the job, like her parents had told her to get her a** off the couch and do something with her life. Too bad she had to spend the last of it with me.

    The sight of her chubby cheeks trembling with fear made my eye twitch.

    “Holy s**t,” was the last thing I heard before a big BANG! reverberated against my eardrums. When the ringing had finally stopped, I felt something wet running down my stomach. My eyes trailed down to see a hole in my chest, the flat end of a bullet shined right back at me.

    To my, and the police officer’s, surprise, I was still standing straight up despite the fact that I had a small piece of ammunition sticking out of my chest.


    “What are you?!” she screamed at me, “How come you’re not dead yet?!”

    “Didn’t they teach you anything at the academy? Not everyone dies from being shot in the chest with a pistol, you fat b*****d!” I yelled back at her, “Also, you missed the heart by a long shot.”

    “Then I’ll make I won’t, you monster!” Wait, wait, wait, monster? Did she just call me that?

    First, she interrupted my dinner. Second, she left a friggin’ bullet in my chest. Third, she called me a monster. That was the last straw.

    In one moment, I went from being ten feet away to right in her face. My claw was close enough to jab her bulging eyeballs out with a quick snap of my wrist.

    But before I could have any fun, the officer took in a big gulp of air and keeled over onto the ground. I bent down to her, a look of question masked my face. The uneven harmony of her heartbeat drumming against my ears made me realize how much stronger I’ve gotten in just a short time.

    After stuffing my jacket and purse with as many pouches as I could, I took one last glance at the policewoman who was still laying where she was, reminding me of the bullet that was still in my rib cage.

    “If you had laid off the Twinkies and ate more Cheerios, you wouldn’t have died of a heart attack,” I said, tossing the bloody bullet at the dead policewoman.