I kept thinking about the man I killed outside that bar, and about Jane.
Stitch dug into the ground and pulled me forward faster, out of his reach and away. The next time there were more. I was passing an alleyway when a woman who was walking towards me suddenly turned and shoved me into it, where two others were waiting. I dodged a punch but one of them tripped me and as soon as I fell, they started stomping and kicking me. Stitch wanted to kill them all. I saw their bodies breaking in my mind as Stitch tried to convince me it was what I wanted too. Instead, I had it push me up. They were a bit more ready for that this time and I was cut deep as I went. It helped me climb up to the roof. They didn’t try to follow. Stitch curled around me like a blanket again as I cried.
I didn’t want to feel the way Stitch felt.
Of course more came. I had just left the library when a van pulled up with a door open. Before I could react, I felt something smash into my back, sending me in. I looked back to see a man with a bat following me into the van and shutting the door. The other people in the van started on me. I screamed as they held me down and cut me. I couldn’t run this time.
I killed them all.
Tentacles burst out of me and into them. Stitch made it feel so good to kill them. I felt the hunger ease while they bled.
Then there was a crash and spinning as I was knocked around inside the van. The driver was gone. I guess he jumped or teleported out when I started killing them
I pulled myself out through one of the doors that had been broken open. Other cars were smashed. More people were hurt or worse. I ran. Some people called out to me. I was being chased out of concern or anger. It hurt so much but I kept running.
Innocent people have been hurt or killed because of me
Because I fought back
I know that to stay alive in this you have to fight and you have to be able to hurt others. I KNOW that but I guess I stupidly hoped that maybe once I was on my own, I’d be able to just keep running
Happy New Year I guess