The Scarlet Stream

The Scarlet Stream
By Derrick Kreger



The tears streaked down my face as the blood runs down my arms and dips into the running water, strongly contrasting the white porcelain before fading into the stream. As the hissing sound from the shower head grew echoed… my vision blurred, first from the strain of my work, then from the beauty of the red river I had created…


“Ugly faggot!”

The bully’s fist struck me square across the jaw. I felt myself spinning, and then falling. I hit the schools tile hard, hard enough I felt new thick and warm blood flow down my head and down my cheek. I knew it was blood and through the terror and seriousness of the moment, my body released some happy endorphins as I felt the blood run down my face. Each inch it ran down my face was like a taste of a cold drink on a hot day. My mind stopped the oasis of the moment and put the energy into anger and hatred. My tears…were gone, there was no fear, no cowering now. As I picked myself up I turned to face them again, as I had the last two times…

The five boys faced me, each one glowing with their cocky grade 11 pride. I knew most of them; they never bothered me before grade 11, why now?

“Can’t wait to hit you again, I enjoy it a lot…”

The boys had a quick chuckle praising there speech…but soon they were glaring at me ready for more blood.

The words hurt more then the hitting, my anger flared and I ran forward. Before I knew what I was doing, I shoved one of the guys, he quickly spun around and his back now faced me…exposed. Quickly reaching out I made my hand into a straight karate like pose and placing it under the boy’s chin I pulled hard to my right. With a sickening snap the boy feel to the floor, the light already was bleeding away from his eyes. Pulling a knife from one of the many folds of my hoody I made a spin, striking the stunned boy next to me across the face. The knife had been held like in a horror movie stab position, and with my spin the blade of the small knife cut a massive gash across the boys face.

The screams echoed clearly in my mind… he had fallen to floor where he bleed to death as he screamed. I felt no guilt over having defended myself, I only felt guilty that it hadn’t drawn more blood. Later that week I had seen the last three boys at a local pool, when they went into the showers…I followed them.

They had screamed…one even tried to run…he slipped and cracked his head open, leaving the last two for me entirely. I knocked one out his head slammed against a wall and he died instantly…the other, I toyed with. Him I had a special treatment…first I pinned him to the wall.

My body raced with excitement, for a bully he was attractive, my nails dug into his wrists holding him to the wall. Over the strong hiss of the shower I leaned in close to his ear…he turned away his head showing me his delicate shaven neck.

“…I can’t wait to taste you, you see…here I ‘m in charge…not you.”

He screamed and flailed with renewed vigor, blood began to drip from his wrists…he was pushing so hard my nails were cutting him. The blood only fueled my rage and strength, I heard his screams… and felt the intensity of them and felt as if my skins were being torn…and I wanted more. Time seemed to slow and soon all I could hear was the racing of our hearts, all I could feel was his warm thick blood… as I nuzzled his soft neck, I moved from rubbing his neck with my cheek to kissing it. He screamed from disgust…then from pain…a new stream blended into the clear water from the showers…his sweet blood ran down my face and his side…he blood pulsed into my mouth with every beat of our hearts…every drop pure ecstasy.

... The tears streaked down my face as the blood runs down my arms and dips into the running water, strongly contrasting the white porcelain before fading into the stream. As the hissing sound from the shower head grew echoed… my vision blurred, first from the strain of my work, then from the beauty of the red river I had created…