They Call Me Death Monologue

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Death. They call me Death. That’s what all anyone will ever call me and all I will ever allow anyone to call me. No one knows my real name, not now, and they never will. Most of the people that know it are dead. Can you guess who killed them? ME. I DID. I killed Tanya. I killed Jessica. I killed Nick. I killed Autumn. I killed Liz. I killed Jade. I killed Samantha. I even killed Soraya. I killed more than that. Why did I do it?! WHY DID I KILL THEM?! Before you make some ignorant, uninformed decision, it was an accident. A legitimate accident. I didn't know that I did it. I wasn't on drugs or drunk, just completely unaware. I need to tell you the story before I begin to cry…. . . . (iii) I was attacked in an alley. I mean, who even pays …show more content…

I blinked my eyes, my almost swollen shut eyes. I attempted to look at my watch, but my arm was in some kind of makeshift cast. When I finally did, I saw that seven days had passed. Heh, seven was always a good number in the Bible. Maybe it was a sign from God. I began to make my long endeavour towards actually trying to sit up and getting out of the bed to see where I was and how I’d gotten there. My supposedly broken ribs and bruised bones didn’t make getting up any easier. I felt like I’d just woken up from (ii) a medically induced coma (which happened to me once because I’m clumsy).I sighed and began to stand up, but immediately jumped right back up, due to me almost stepping on a cat. I rubbed my eyes and opened them as wide as I could and as the room INFESTED with …show more content…

No, No I know that I would never do that. Mirakuru. MIRAKURU! HE DID THIS! I REMEMBER NOW. HE MADE ME DO IT! HE made me kill them… He will pay. All of a sudden my pupils changed (ii) to 135 fold around, and my fangs shot out, accidentally cutting my lip, blood dripping out. Ears ejected from my head, a tail began to grow, and my senses rocketed. I smelled Mirakuru. Apparently, I was a parkour master at this point. It was completely mind-boggling and marvellous. I felt like Tigress or Spider-Man or Taskmaster. I finally found and confronted him. I punched him. He fell. I blacked out. I woke up. I found myself in a prison. Watching, not in the prison. Looking at Mirakuru, all chained up and knocked out. Starting with him. I wanted to kill him. But I

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