The Taste of Blood
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2018 7:58 am
((Continued from... shit, I don't even REMEMBER.))
I... I killed her... I killed Julia... and now? Now everybody thinks I'm a murderer...
Tears mixed with sweat and rain as Jordan Redfield (Male Student no. 62) stumbled his way through the jungle. Since stabbing Julia Lauper to death the night before, Jordan had been a complete and total wreck. For the first few hours, he'd done nothing but cry, vomit, and shake profusely. Eventually, he'd forced himself onto his feet and made himself walk through the jungle. Since then, he had calmed down somewhat, but the shock of actually taking the life of another human being had taken an enormous toll on his psyche.
Jordan felt like he was about to break.
The rain had long since washed Julia's blood away, but every time he looked down at his hands, it was still there, crimson as the moment his knife had punctured her skin. Was he going crazy? It haunted him, ate away at every fiber of his being. Self-defense, accident, whatever it had been, it didn't even matter anymore. Julia was dead, and it was his fault. Why had it happened? What had gone wrong?
He'd never been a malicious kid... never spiteful or bad. He'd always tried to do right by himself, and to treat others with fairness and respect. That was why he was constantly pushed into the 'best friend' role by so many of his female friends. He was the rock. He was the person other people turned to when they needed advice, or a shoulder to cry on.
He wasn't supposed to be stumbling blindly through the jungle, bawling like a baby.
Was he even in the jungle anymore?
Jordan didn't even realize that he was no longer surrounded by foliage... at least, not until his foot caught a rock and sent him sprawling into the mud. Pulling himself to his feet, Jordan dusted himself off as best he could and finally stopped for a moment to catch a glimpse of his surroundings. A graveyard... how very fitting. He rubbed his red eyes as he scanned the nearby area. Empty. Completely devoid of life.
Dead.
The place sent chills down Jordan's spine. It was almost like Danya, God, somebody was mocking him. No sooner than he'd unwillingly taken his first life, he managed to stumble into a graveyard. Irony really had no taste. Jordan sighed quietly and resigned himself to the area, huddling up under a nearby tree not far away from the cemetery itself. There was a church close by, but somehow, he didn't exactly feel like he could just waltz into a holy place. Not after the acts he'd committed.
Thou shalt not kill... guess I've royally fucked that one up, huh?
He leaned his head back against the tree, sighing softly. At least the branches helped to shade him from the rain. If nothing else, he could be thankful for that.
Mom... Dad... Josh... Alex... are you watching? What... what do you think of me now? What kind of monster am I? How could I... how could I have killed her? She was just... scared... and I... I...
I... I killed her... I killed Julia... and now? Now everybody thinks I'm a murderer...
Tears mixed with sweat and rain as Jordan Redfield (Male Student no. 62) stumbled his way through the jungle. Since stabbing Julia Lauper to death the night before, Jordan had been a complete and total wreck. For the first few hours, he'd done nothing but cry, vomit, and shake profusely. Eventually, he'd forced himself onto his feet and made himself walk through the jungle. Since then, he had calmed down somewhat, but the shock of actually taking the life of another human being had taken an enormous toll on his psyche.
Jordan felt like he was about to break.
The rain had long since washed Julia's blood away, but every time he looked down at his hands, it was still there, crimson as the moment his knife had punctured her skin. Was he going crazy? It haunted him, ate away at every fiber of his being. Self-defense, accident, whatever it had been, it didn't even matter anymore. Julia was dead, and it was his fault. Why had it happened? What had gone wrong?
He'd never been a malicious kid... never spiteful or bad. He'd always tried to do right by himself, and to treat others with fairness and respect. That was why he was constantly pushed into the 'best friend' role by so many of his female friends. He was the rock. He was the person other people turned to when they needed advice, or a shoulder to cry on.
He wasn't supposed to be stumbling blindly through the jungle, bawling like a baby.
Was he even in the jungle anymore?
Jordan didn't even realize that he was no longer surrounded by foliage... at least, not until his foot caught a rock and sent him sprawling into the mud. Pulling himself to his feet, Jordan dusted himself off as best he could and finally stopped for a moment to catch a glimpse of his surroundings. A graveyard... how very fitting. He rubbed his red eyes as he scanned the nearby area. Empty. Completely devoid of life.
Dead.
The place sent chills down Jordan's spine. It was almost like Danya, God, somebody was mocking him. No sooner than he'd unwillingly taken his first life, he managed to stumble into a graveyard. Irony really had no taste. Jordan sighed quietly and resigned himself to the area, huddling up under a nearby tree not far away from the cemetery itself. There was a church close by, but somehow, he didn't exactly feel like he could just waltz into a holy place. Not after the acts he'd committed.
Thou shalt not kill... guess I've royally fucked that one up, huh?
He leaned his head back against the tree, sighing softly. At least the branches helped to shade him from the rain. If nothing else, he could be thankful for that.
Mom... Dad... Josh... Alex... are you watching? What... what do you think of me now? What kind of monster am I? How could I... how could I have killed her? She was just... scared... and I... I...