A True Monster's Point of View

A True Monster's Point of View

He could feel the blood slowly cooling as it slide down his body as fast as molasses. The life sustaining fluid that covered him was from his latest victim. Said victim was laying before him in a pool of her own blood. It felt so good to take her life. Though he soon frowned. If the body was found then there would be trouble. But if there was no body to be found then there would be no evidence. He smiled insanely at that thought.

Now all he had to do was think of the best way to dispose of the body. Should he burn it? Sink it to the bottom of a lake or pond? Or perhaps he should dump the body deep in the woods for the animals to eat? Unfortunately before he could make up his mind his thought process was interrupted by a scream. He turned to see a frighten young girl. He smiled at her and waved his hand in greeting. The girl backed up in fear.

"Murder!" She screamed before she ran off. He let out a sigh. It looked like there was no a witness and he couldn't have that could he. He quickly scanned his surroundings and spotted a dumpster. He picked the dead body off and carried it to dumpster and put it in there. The dumpster wouldn't be a good way to dispose of the body, but it would do for a hiding place for now. Once he was done with witness he would come back for the body and properly dispose of it.

He cracked his neck and stretched his limbs. He couldn't help but feel excited. It wasn't every day that he got to go hunting twice in one day. He then took off. It was a wonderful thing that he was monster. If he wasn't then he wouldn't be able to shed as much blood as he liked.