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What Goes Bump In The Night

Look Of A Murderer

"They're dead... I-I killed them..." I was a murderer; I killed my parents- well, adopted parents, but still! They raised me, cared for me, and I killed them. I murdered them.

"Oh, God, what've I done?" I had innocent blood on my hands, my family's blood, no less. I felt sick.

"Come on; you can tell us what happened after you get cleaned up and into dry clothes." I numbly followed Amy to a small bathroom, catching the blood on my clothes in the mirror.

"I-I..." I broke down; the only thing left of the people who raised me was a little bit of blood on my shirt, the echoes of my mom's terrified shrieks bouncing around my skull. I'm a monster. Flying on autopilot through cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I scarcely remember any of it. I was too focused on what I had just done.

"What happened, Iggz?"

"I-I just asked about my biological parents... M-my dad pulled out this old ph-photo book and opened it t-to a big family photo, pointing out this couple who had a baby... He said, "That's your mother and father." T-they... They were killed for being immortal, for being different... How could someone have been so horrible? I just- I was so-"

"I know. It's horrible, what's been done to us."

"Yeah, it really, really is. I just- lost it. I lost it, a-and I murdered them..." I brought my knees up to my chest; I don't deserve the kindness they're giving me. What if I end up killing them, next? A hand was lightly placed on my shoulder and I jerked away; I don't deserve to be consoled, I don't deserve their sympathy; I'm a murderer.

"Please don't."

"I think we should all just go to bed for tonight, and then, tomorrow, we can get everything into light." Chris ushered the few other inhabitants of the house to their respective rooms whilst Amy lead me to a spare room.

"It's okay, Iggz. Everything'll work out." She lightly rubbed my shoulder before leaving me to my own devices. I pulled the comforter back, curling up on top of the cool sheets and letting the tears fall.

"I'm so sorry, Mommy... I'm so sorry, Daddy..." I didn't sleep that night; the guilt and the shame wouldn't let me. When everyone was beginning to wake up to go to school, I had showered, dressed, done my makeup, and made coffee.

"Who made- Igg, you look like Death warmed over! Did you not sleep last night?"

"Thanks for the compliment, Ames, really."

"Seriously, did you sleep?"

"Would you have been able to sleep when your parents just died, never mind if you're the one who killed them? I couldn't stop hearing my mom screaming for me to stop, my father's bones breaking. If I closed my eyes, I was back in the sitting room, watching the blood stain the carpet and drapes; my dad is next to the armchair, and I chased my mom into the upstairs bathroom. She's lying in her own blood, torn apart, her head in the tub. I-I can't stop seeing that, hearing those god-awful screams that they both let out..."

"It'll be okay, Iggz."

"I'm a murderer, Amy. It's never going to be 'okay.' It's not just going to fade away... It's something I have to live with; knowing I killed them, the people who took me in, cared for me, loved me. I'm a monster..." I shook my head and went to grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

"I think I'll walk to school today. I'll see you at lunch." I walked out of their home and began the walk; it was pretty early, about seven AM, so I'd reach the school about seven-thirty.

"Iggy, wait!" I turned around to see Jinx and CC running down the sidewalk, way too energetic for such an early hour.

"You shouldn't walk alone; some of the humans at school don't know when to quit, and they do some pretty bad things to the unmated fertiles. It's better to walk in groups or with a Dom..."

"Ah." I kept walking, tuning out the small talk that they kept up until I ran into someone.

"Oh, shit! Are you okay?" I looked up into contact covered eyes, the person offering me a hand.

"Yeah. I'm more resilient than a porcelain doll; a little fall won't kill me." I accepted the outstretched hand and dusted my jeans off a bit.

"You guys need an escort to the school? There's been some idiots who keep tormenting everyone."

"If you wouldn't be bothered?" The guy nodded and we set off once more, but this time I was actually conversing with someone.

"What's your name, kitty?"

"Iggy. Iggy Morgue. Your's?"

"Dark name for a neko; it fits you, though. I'm Mike Kuza, but most everyone calls me Kuza."

"Well, it's a pleasure to have met you, Mike." The lull in the conversation gave me a couple seconds to get a look at him. Long hair, stretched ears, pierced nose and lip, a fair amount of tattoos, and tall... Like, really, really fucking tall. Or maybe I'm just that short... Either way, he seemed cool enough.

"Well, here we are; the very embodiment of Hell on Earth." I laughed at CC's over dramatic statement, sitting on the top of one of the tables on the patio. A little bit later, Amy, Chris, and the rest of the group walked up, the Doms greeting each other.

"I'll see you later, Iggz."

"See ya, Mike." We all headed to class when the bell rang, the sharp sound making me want to shoot the PA system.

Only my second day, and I want to burn the place down. It'd make such a lovely display...