Going on a Rampage

After draining the pervert in what seemed like a second, Amelia stood in place. She could hear the pounding of her heart and even the sound of the blood rushing through her veins. 

Her mind felt heavy once more, but this time, it was not because she could not think clearly. It was because her mind was taken over by a single thought that was all-consuming. 

"Blood," she thought. 

She raised her head, and in that moment, she could smell everything in this place. She could smell the decomposing bodies, but above all, she could smell the blood all around her. This morgue was located in the basement of a hospital, and the place was filled with people. 

She did not think. She just moved. She left a blur in her wake. 

A few seconds later, screams filled the hospital. From the doctors to the helpless patients, everyone was screaming for help. 

The people on the streets heard these screams, and a few of them rushed into the place. The only change was that the screams became even louder. 

When the people still outside saw blood squeezing its way through the revolving door, the wise ones began fleeing, and the stupid ones decided that they could resolve the situation themselves. More people entered the place. 

One of the ones who had chosen to save themselves called the police, and a few minutes later, sirens filled the night. 

Inside God's Mercy Hospital, Amelia stood on the first floor with her body covered in blood. Her hair stuck to her perfect body, creating a truly chilling scene. 

All around her, pieces of human bodies could be seen. There were arms, legs, and even guts. The receptionist's head had been ripped off and now sat on the reception desk. Lights flickered on and off. Amelia seemed completely out of it. Her eyes glowed in the darkness. 

When the sound of the sirens reached her mind, she regained some control over her instincts. 

"What have I done?!" She was horrified, and yet this did not stop her from undressing the nearest female corpse and taking the clothes for herself. She fled to the back entrance. 

The door required a key card, but when she looked at the steel door, she felt its weakness. She just ran into it with all her power, and the door was sent flying. 

There was a fence at the back. She jumped over this fence in a single bound. 

Amelia tried not to think about the carnage she had just unleashed. She tried not to remember their screams of despair and helplessness as she ripped them apart. She tried, but these images and sounds were forever burned into her mind. The hospital was some distance from her home, but in a few minutes, she was already outside her decaying house. 

"Should I go in?"

She knew that something was very wrong with her. She had always had great empathy for other creatures and had never killed a thing. Even when she accidentally stepped on an ant in the past, she had always felt guilt eating away at her soul. Right now, the guilt she felt for the people she had just killed was great, but she knew that she could do it again. She did not want to risk her sister. If she were to kill Charlotte with her own hands, the pain would truly kill her. 

As she was still thinking about what to do, she heard loud music coming from the neighboring house. 

The moment she laid eyes on the grey building, all the guilt that had been eating away at her melted away. 

This house belonged to the two people she hated most. Carl and Steve lived in this house with their father. 

These two had been the beginning of all this. She did not know what had happened to her, but she was sure that her life would have remained peaceful if these two fools had not killed her. They had not just killed her but also humiliated her by stealing all her dignity as a person. A crimson glint passed through her now-red eyes. 

Before she realized what she was doing, she was already at their door. She knocked as though nothing was wrong. 

After a few seconds, Carl angrily opened the door. When he laid eyes on Amelia, his blood went cold and began flowing backward. On her face, he could see death. 

He could see his end. He knew that this matter would not be solved with the police. He somehow knew that she was no longer human. She was no longer the woman he had so easily manhandled just a few hours ago. 

Carl was paralyzed with fear, and when Steve came to check on why his brother was standing in the door like an idiot, his mind was similarly shaken. Steve had always been mentally weak. 

When he saw Amelia, his situation was ten times worse than his younger brother's. He fell to the floor, and his heart stopped beating. He was dying from fear. 

**"Your death is mine,"** Amelia cried out. 

Her words shook the entire street. 

She punched Carl in the chest and sent him flying into the large clock on the wall. It shattered into pieces, and Carl was left a bloody mess. Amelia slowly walked into the house. As she did, she felt a slight headache, but this pain was nothing compared to the pain she had felt as she died. Amelia calmly closed the door before unleashing herself on the two men. Even their father was not spared from her wrath. 

In her mind, the father was responsible for the shortcomings and sins of the sons. 

What she did in that house was so horrific that when the scene was discovered the following day, it would become a fascination for psychologists all over the world for the next hundreds of years. 

When she was done, the sun was already chasing away the darkness. 

She opened the door, and that was when she was knocked out by someone. This person was so fast that Amelia did not even see them.