Category: Short Stories

There was a complete chaos at the City Hall. The crime scene was surrounded by at least a dozen reporters and hundreds of civilians. I barely managed to reach my Crime Scene Investigation team. All I could think of was the body. I wanted to see the body. I needed to see that body! That was the only way to discover if I was the criminal.

I slowly opened my eyes listening to the surroundings. It seemed quiet at first but then I realized it…I was still on the train!

   I was lying on the kitchen floor when I woke up.  That wasn’t the main issue. The first thing I faced when I opened my eyes was the blood on my hands. I slowly sat up feeling the usual headache and I panicked when I realized my clothes and the floor were all covered in blood.

(a sequel to the Bloody teardrops article from last year)

He was chasing me through the corridor. If I had a beating heart right now, it would have probably gone into a frenzy. Blood ran down my cheek from the deep stroke of his blade. He had caught me by surprise back there in the train cabin. I never saw it coming. I should have known better; I should have been less distracted by the beautiful colour of his eyes and paid more attention to their sharpness.

    He told me I had blood on my mouth. I looked at him confused yet quite amused at his observation. ‘Your lip is bleeding,’ he insisted. Grinning I licked my lips clean and tasted once again the blood that wasn’t mine. The last drop of my most recent sustenance.