The girl with no nameMature


I live for moments like these; the metallic tang of adrenaline, the rush of oxygen to my lung and the vigorous pumping of blood by my heart. I feel truly alive.

The first guy doesn't even have the time to react when I crash into him, making him fall to the ground with me on top of him. His eyes narrow as he sees my fists rise before raining down on his head. 

Naturally, he didn't put up much resistance and after only a few seconds, his head was left badly beaten and bloodied. A normal man would have broken his fists, after all the skull is the hardest part of the body, but fortified by the blood, my bones were as hard as steel for that moment.

The other man stepped back and took out a stun-gun just as I rose up from his buddy, my hands covered in blood and judging from his expression, I must have looked terrifying. 

Just as I charged at him, he shot his gun's load and it hit me on the shoulder. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I just ripped it off me. It might deliver a horrible shock, but there are things that effect me very little.

The pain of the shock made my head spin for a second and for that moment, I lost my temper... Faster than humanly possible, I ran behind him and snapped his neck. Limply, he fell down to the ground, leaving me to stare blankly at my hand that still dripped blood.

Hunger flooded my thoughts, it smelled delicious and my stomach roared while my mouth watered. I lifted the hand to my mouth and my tongue moved to lick the blood but just as it was about to touch it,  the little girl wrapped an arm around my leg and began crying.

"Right..." I said, lowering my hand, the hunger fading away. I crouched down to her level and wiped my hands clean with snow. "What's your name?"

She didn't answer, she just kept on crying. 

I don't know why, but at that moment, I felt a sense of responsibility, a need to protect her... Something I had never felt. People died constantly around me, to me it had become normal... I didn't ask myself any question and instead picked her up in my arms despite her protest. She struggled to get free, punching and kicked, yet she didn't scream.

"Let's get you somewhere warm!" I announced.

The End

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