Vincent P.O. V
Pain.... So much pain....
Wait.... No, not this again!
* BOOM *
The crackling thunder echoed through the night. As all I can see is the rain behind the window... Multiple cracks on the wall..... and blood.... so so much of blood.... as I don't want to look up.
" Boris.... ,"
* Thud *
The sound of metal reach my ear as I felt its touch on my head. I don't want to look at it. Forcing myself to stay down, but my head just decided to screw with me and move on its own. Letting me to see the knife.
" How many times do I have to force feed you, Boris? You are not a child. So pick it up ,"
" No.... ,"
" Pick it up. "
" I said n- ,"
* Grip *
I couldn't finish my words as he grabs my hair and kicks me in the stomach. Causing me to throw up. But this asshole didn't stop there. Instead, he just keeps kicking me. Over and over repeatedly.
Making me hate every single moment of it.... until eventually he pulls me up and whispers in my ear, " You're not going to survive out there. I'm doing you a favor. Now pick it up... and eat your food. "
His voice force my eyes to look behind him. Seeing an injured pregnant woman tied to a chair. Gagged and blindfolded. As she tried to scream for help.
I didn't want to remember this....
I didn't want to live this second life....
I just....
* Drip *
" ..... ,"
* Drip drop *
" Ugh..... ,"
I felt something cold on my forehead head as I open my eyes. Seeing the metal sheet of the garage ceiling.
* Drop *
Sound of multiple water drops echoed through the garage ceiling. Making me turn around at the window and see the rain. Another water droplet hit my head as I just sit up to avoid getting wet.
Looks like I had that nightmare again.... Sigh....
Why bother? I ain't rich enough for therapy anyway, so I might as well get used to this....
I didn't stay on this bed for long as I grab my pillow, blanket, mattress and cardboard so that it won't get wet before moving them at the back. Once I fix the mattress and cardboard and fold the blanket to be put to a wide plastic bag. This also goes with my pillows.
Once I put my bed aside I walk to a plank desk and light up the lamp. Illuminating the dark shed as I look at my alarm clock and saw that its 3:29 a.m.
Well, living in a garage isn't so bad. I got food, shelter and some appliances I could use. It's basically so much better than what I had in my past life with a shitty alcoholic dad.
Though I didn't know why I got a second chance.... Heck I didn't remember how did I got here.... All I can remember is that I got into this body and have been living with that sociopathic bitch who claims to be my dad. Teaching me how to fight and take a life.
Two terrible dads! oh why am I so fucking lucky.... Anyway, unlike my past life I managed to escape my abuse and met Dave, Who is kind enough to let me stay in this garage for me helping him with a few cars.
Honestly, I would have been contempt by this if it weren't for one problem....
" Growl..... "
" Yeah, just wait for a moment, " I said to my dumb stomach as ready myself to prepare my breakfast.
I grab a kettle and walk to a faucet to get some water. Turning the handle as I wait for it to be filled. Turning it off before walking back to the plank desk to boil it to an electrical stove.
With that set, I move towards the mini fridge. Walking around it so that I can take a few butcher papers and place them on the ground. Before taking a nice and heavy garbage bag.
* Thud *
I put the garbage bag on the stacks of butcher paper. Stretching my arms before I started stripping. Quickly taking all my clothes off and putting them aside so that it won't get stained. As I begin to open the bag.
The stench of death quickly reach my noise as the sight of fresh mangled corpse lay limp in the bag. I took a sniff. Wanting to know if it has gotten bad until I confirm that it's still fresh.
Relieved, I retracted my claw to slice the bag open. Spreading it and tilting the plastic bag to add another layer of stain protection before I begin separating the body.
I first rip the head apart before digging my claw's to the corpse's neck. Slicing it down below the stomach before taking out the organs and bones to be put aside so that I can move on to the limbs.
Ripping them apart from the body and splitting them into two for easy consumption. I didn't bother taking the bones since that will take time, so I move on to the head and dig my claw's to the separated neck. Taking the flesh and gouging out the eyes until I'm left with a skull.
Sure, they're some scraps of meat, but other than that, it's still pretty okay. I put the skull down while I stare at the options in front of me. Seeing this so much meat just makes my stomach growling even more than I couldn't contain myself and just grab the heart and chunk it down. Tasting the raw juicy meat as I just want to gulp down the sweetness of blood.
* Munch munch *
Oh, fuck this taste so good....
I just wish regular food tasted like this.....
Ever since I got this body, I can only consume raw meat. Even though that bastard treats me nothing like trash at least he's thoughtful enough to feed me human flesh. Over those years, I couldn't forgive myself for enjoying this delicious meat, but over time I got used to it and even discovered a few things in this body.
That every time I eat meat or even one part of it. My body enhance's based on the amount of meat I consume. It's thanks to this that I manage to kill that bastard and escape. Leading me in this new life.
Without this, I wouldn't be able to meet Dave and got my job and home. Without this, I wouldn't be able to buy all the stuff I own.
I don't care that this body couldn't consume anything but meat anymore. I just need this boost to keep my sanity intact so that I won't kill Dave, Jasper, or anyone blindly out of hunger.
That's why I only track and killed criminal's. Since no one would miss them once they become my food. I know it's wrong.... Heck, Dave and Jasper would have looked at me in disgust once they see me like this..... But if I could make me stronger and keep my sanity by doing this.... Then I see no wrong....
I thought while I enjoy my breakfast. Consuming every single flesh with no regrets until I have only a few scrap bones and meat.
I lick and drink the blood off from the garbage bag. Drinking it clean before taking the remaining scraps to a plastic bag and put it on my mini fridge. Making sure that it looks like regular meat.
Crumpling the garbage bag and put it to a much cleaner garbage, I put the stack pieces of butcher paper at the back of my mini fridge before going to the faucet to clean myself from the blood.
Though it's annoying cleaning blood out of my fur, I learn to get used to it and started brushing it off.
Once my fur was clean, I took some bleach to clean some traces of blood on the ground near the faucet before taking a shower. Cleaning myself from my gunk for a minute before turning off the faucet.
Shaking my body out of instinct before I took a towel to dry myself. Dave and Jasper won't be here until 6:30 so I got plenty of time to prepare this place before they comeback.
I took my clothes to the ground and put it on my laundry. Walk to the back of the garage to take some fresh clothes before putting my towel to a pole.
* Whistle! *
My ears perk up. Turning around to see the water being done. I walk to the plank desk while taking a mug and pour myself some hit boil water for today.
Shame that I won't be able to drink coffee anymore.... but I guess boiled water is good enough.
My eyes switch to my alarm clock. Seeing the time is now 5:49. I took my time looking out the window. Seeing the rain slowly clearing out, I perk my ears up to listen to the remaining soft melody of the rain.
Enjoying the subtle peace.