"HAHAHA I CAN DO THAT?! AWESOME!" I yelled out with a smile as wide as the cosmos. A surge of energy that felt endless ran through my body but I still kneeled over with exhaustion. My nose began to bleed and my vision began to blur.
(Blood is proof of your being. Spread it. Show who you are. Control it. Those of many but focus on one.)
"Aaaaaaah." I said with the blood from my nose slowly dripping onto the pool of blood we both stood on. The woman began to laugh as held onto my knees. When she laughs I'm supposed to laugh, when she's mad I'm supposed to be mad. I love you, I love you, I love you. I grabbed onto my tight tie and loosened it and spread out my other arm. And with a wide smile I laughed up a storm.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T BREATHE STOP IT STOP IT!" I repeated as the abyss only got darker. Surrounded by nothing but a pull of blood and a maniac that looked like my mom. I stumbled, which quickly turned into tripping, which quickly turned into…Suddenly I fell into the pool of blood head first, the maniac quickly chased after. I found myself in my childhood room and with a deadly swing she cut up my self portrait. I punched her in the face and opened up my fist to reveal a drip of blood. I hardened the drop and shot it into her cheek, and followed it up with a drop kick to her gut. She swung her chainsaw at my ribs and with only a second to react, I jumped up and barely dodged it. I looked around only to see someone smiling at me through the painting. Before I could even process it, a man with short blonde hair and sharp blue eyes crashed into me.
We flew out the window and flew into a small and confined room. He threw a punch and I dodged and threw a quick jab to his rib. But it didn't phase him, he grabbed my arm and bit it with all his might. The blood shot out from my arm like a sprinkler, and in an instant he crashed head into my nose. I pushed him off and he stared at me for a moment, waiting for my reaction. The blood from my nose crawled closer and closer to my mouth, almost like it was natural. I licked it off and smiled. "How disgusting."
I punched him with all my might and continued, but he did the same. Every punch makes my ears ring louder and my nose burns more and more. Every bone in my body made a cracking sound every time his fist made contact with my body, IT WAS LIKE MUSIC! I wrapped my hands around his throat as he continued to slam his fist into my side. I squeezed harder and harder but he quickly kicked me off of him.
He tried to stand up but I kicked his leg and he fell on top of me. I stared at him as he did the same. Two despicable people staring each other in the eyes, both looked down upon by the father. The only difference between us was the difference in the title of sin. I wiped my nose and looked at my blood soaked hands. With one final goodbye, only a few meaningful words came out of my mouth. "I'm sorry for being born this way, father."
I shot the blood from my hand into his skull and as his dead body fell into my hands I hugged it. There was a look on my face that I couldn't name. I just looked at him, my eyes wide and my mouth open but thoroughly shut. My eyebrows slightly rose but close enough to my eyes to seem regular. My pupils looked down at the body but my face looked up. As dozens of hands emerged from the pool of blood and caressed my face, leaving bloody streaks all over my face. Before shortly grabbing me and pulling me into the pool alongside them.
"I hate you…I learned that about myself. I hate you with all of my heart but in the eyes of many that's evil. I am a child of sin, that's what you should expect. In a world full of judgemental good, there's bound to be senseless evil."
(Blood of yours is the blood of a community, when they've all come from one—is it false to call it a singularity?)