Bloody Breakthrough Pt.0- The Mistake

Freshly covered in a scarlet liquid he stands there, savage. Something has already been sunken in a limp corpse, a knife. Wait what was this, blood? Oh he was bleeding, it'd take awhile for him to come back to his senses. Flesh and blood continue to lay there, a mess of reds in his eyes. With a quick stroke he unsheathes the blade from the corpse and with a maddened cackle he plunges it back in then takes it back out, over and over again till his vision starts to clear up once again. What used to be just a pile of skin, blood, and bones now revealed itself as human, it was clearly young, older than him sure but still young, seems to be wearing some sort of brightly colored getup. Where was he last night? Vision remains blurry as do his memories. As more questions flood his head he becomes more aware. That's right, he was at a club last night. This person… was there too. Familiar somehow, a female, quite close to his age range, from the quality of clothes she clearly wasn't someone important. Head was still pounding but he has mostly recovered from his ailment.

Suddenly a strange figure appears at the man's side, like a being of glass filled with space itself. Initially it is hesitant to do anything, however it does eventually hit the ground and a star themed fish-esque thing pops out of it and makes a beeline towards the body. Out of its mouth spews a substance not unlike what was inside the glass figure at the corpse completely coating it.

"Gratze, I needed to get rid of any evidence." Thanked its keeper.

"How long must you continue this?" Inquires the being.

"For as long as it takes for my research, old friend." Coolly the man states before spotting something in the distance, a pair of burgundy round sunglasses that matched his shirt. Carefully he snatches them up and rests them on his face. Blood started to pump slower, more naturally, the adrenaline has finally died down, he can finally think completely clearly. Taking out a match box he strikes one and lights the corpse is lit ablaze as it seems the odd spatial substance acts flammable, despite this he seems not to care as he walks away. The glass figure pops into nothingness once more. There was one more question that remained however, where was he? Everywhere he looked was dark as if it was cloaked in the abyss. Pelling paint and rusted metal litters the entire area. There were a surprising amount of doors surrounding them, he was in a hallway, at least that's what made the most sense to him it was all so rundown and dirty that he no longer was sure the awful stench came from the body. This all felt too perfect, an abandoned who knows what? Well of course this entire scenario was as far from perfect as it could get for him. Once again his thoughts were interrupted but this time from a leaking roof, this was no place to stay in for much longer.

"Godammit, I hate when this shit happens." Cursed the man underneath his breath

"Then stop getting yourself into situations where your blood lust can activate." Somehow the glass being was still able to communicate despite not being there, almost as if it could speak without talking.

"You're right old friend, I must be more careful."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Perhaps, but we both know my research must be finished." Leisurely he strolls out of the building, scanning the interior on his way out for any cameras and doing the same when he reaches the exterior. Outside the building he realizes that this was an abandoned school, a classic. Finally free from this structure he searches for his car, of course he'd need it to get home, it's not easy to get places without a GPS in leather pants of course. After carefully examining the surroundings he finally spots the shiny red car, keys, wallets, phone, scratch that, phones, lab coat. Blood lust really fucks with a guys head huh. There's going to be an annoyance in having to find a way to dispose of the evidence, but of course now he can find out who she really was.

"Maybe you'll finally get what's coming to you now?

"Shit, shit, shit."

"Can't believe you finally ended up killing a co-worker."

"Shut up, they don't have evidence on me, I barely even talked to her at work."

"Shut up? Ouch I'm hurt, old friend."

"What even triggered blood lust? I wouldn't make such an amateurish mistake like that with my mind intact, godammit."

"You already know how to take care of her belongings, her body, and what lies you're going to tell, stop acting like this is out of your control." Ignoring the incessant chatter in his head he instead finds his own wallet, key and other items and starts to drive away.

He gets tired of the silence and decides to turn on some music to calm himself down. While on the streets he drives quickly back to his home, faster and faster. Empty roads? They were uncharacteristically barren, even at night there were usually countless other cars, but that just meant he got to go quicker, faster. This night was already going to shit, he can't remember jackshit from last night thanks to bloodlust, somehow he ended up killing another co-worker, and couldn't even make progress on his research, once again thanks to blood lust. He can't complain though, it saved him more times then he'd care to admit. Kicking his car into overdrive he goes even quicker, more and more until sirens blare.

"Fuck." Dolion mumbles under his breath, he pulls over as the officer gets closer.

"You can't go yet, you may be disgusting but you're still needed, I won't let you get put away." Noise appears in his still pained head, suddenly the figure emerges once more.

"Ahem, do you know how quickly you were going back there? You're lucky the streets are clear for once, you could've hurt somebody." Scolds the policeman.

"Ah sorry officer, I'm tired after a long day of work."

"I'm going to need to see your ID."

"Here you go." Complying with the command he reaches for his wallet and gives the officer his driver's license all without breaking eye contact with the cop.

"Ah I see, Mr. Dolion? I'll let you off with a warning this one time but just don- Is that blood?"

"Ah shit, sorry sir I must've forgotten to clean it off after work."

"The blood?"

"Yes sir, I am a biologist after all, must've gotten it over me when I performed a dissection and I simply didn't notice it, a shame that my colleagues didn't alert me but I'll simply have to clean it off when I get home."

"Well, fine then, have a good night Dr. and don't let me catch you speeding again."

"Naturally."

When the officer is finally out of sight the Dr. breathes a sigh of relief, it doesn't help him at all that he was spotted covered in blood the same day that a certain somebody must've 'disappeared'.

Finally back home Dolion chucks his boots aside, next he hastily removes his blood stained crop top and pants along with everything else to throw in the washer except for his glasses. Yanking at the back of his head he takes out his ponytail, letting his hair down. Just like always the house was even more quiet than the roads, more empty. Everything inside looked perfect, almost artificial. It makes sense, he barely spends much time in his house outside of the necessities, well he did have that room where he keeps all his '"research", it is about time to clean that room out again before anything unsavory happens. Taking a sniff his nostrils are filled with a putrid stench, it was clear that he needs a shower and so he turns on the hot water and gets in after depositing his glasses on the counter.

"What happens tomorrow?"

"We go to work just like always."

"What can even be worth all these lives?"

"Progress, the same thing that justifies even worse actions."

"We both know that's bullshit."

"Perhaps, but it is faaaaaaaaaar to late to stop now. Morals are flimsy and subjective, our lives are temporary, progress is forever, just imagine when we are all able to become better than god. That is what I strive for, nobody will care how many I kill when I achieve perfection for us all, nobody sheds tears for broken eggs after all they just admire the meal they were given to partake in." After this the voice in his head quieted down and he finished the shower. Blood now streaming into the drain along with water, dirt, sweat and general filth separated from his body. Now with less substances covering him he finds a wound on his chest, scratch marks on his arm. A realization, it was obvious that must've been what triggered the blood lust, but it still makes no sense how he'd get to a scenario where he'd be injured by a colleague. Still too many questions rattle around in his head, all seeking for his attention, flooding his brain. Image of himself, more beaten and worn, infiltrated his eyes, the bathroom mirror forced the doctor to see the reflection of himself, tired, exhausted. However it was obvious the wound would need care, disinfectant and bandages were applied to the arm. Just like everybody else who lives on the planet the man wasn't immune to pain, he grunted from the stinging sensation that stuck to the limb. "Fucking hell, do I really have to find out what I did last night to make sure others don't? It's already so late, I'm going to have to barely get any sleep, aren't I?"

"Poor you, I might have sympathy for you if you didn't literally murder somebody, but oh well."

"Why do you even talk to me if you hate me that much?"

"Because you deserve to feel like shit for what you do, you're only lucky that you're necessary."

"FOR WHAT? I'm tired of you constantly saying this cryptic assfuckery about how I'm necessary or important or whatever, I'm tired of it just tell it to me straight."

"No"

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"I mean you don't deserve to know, not yet at least. You haven't even told me how murdering so many people can result in progress so why should I tell you about something far more important than that?"

"I shouldn't have to explain something so obvious, so if you're done playing Jiminy Cricket then leave me alone."

"Fine." Briskly he departs from the bathroom to his final destination for the day, the bedroom. Even more empty than the last rooms, devoid of any personal objects or affections, nothing but the necessities, there's no need to waste money on worldly possessions when you have much greater things waiting for you in your future. As he lays down his eyes drift closer together, maybe sleep will give clarity to his head and allow him to remember. Exhaustion has taken control of his body and the tiredness seizes him, forcing him to cease moving, now he's completely asleep.

Unbeknownst to Dolion the being appeared while his eyes were shut. Making sure one more time that the killer was still firmly passed out it walks through one of the walls, disappearing into the night.