The Angel from Red

I saw the little boy sitting alone in the garden...He was so small... innocent... untouched...I went to him.
"Where is your family?" I asked
I saw the tears in his eyes. I felt pity. Not for him... but for myself, because my fun will be over sooner than I want it to...
"I... I got lost," I heard the young boy's voice whispering. It was a nice sound. I smiled and went closer to give him a final hug...I laughed softly because my plan was so... perfect.
He didn't see it coming. It was just a small glowing point... of my dagger. I silent him by giving him a passionate kiss...then I bit him hard on the lips and started cutting in his flesh...Oh, it was so soft... it was like warm water sorrounding me...I moaned...Not a moan out of pain...But out of pleasure...It was the best feeling I've ever had... it was... exciting... in a wonderful way...
Being the one who had the power... and not the abused child I felt like earlier in my life...The boy had stopped fighting me...He sobbed quietly...He was still alive even though I tortured him so much...I wanted him alive till the final blow...
"Scchh..." I whispered...I don't know why I whispered...He couldn't probably hear me since I had already cut off his ears. They were beautiful. I would treasure them, and I would always remember the wonderful feeling I had...I was finished. I left him there...All alone...I left the garden... Too bad. It had ended too soon. But I knew it.
But at least I could enjoy the feeling of warmth on my hands and on my face...I licked my lips...
"Excuse me, I can't find my son, do you know where he is?" Someone called from behind. I needed more warmth... more...It was a male who called...It was probably the father's son I've killed...
"Yes, in fact I have...He is right there in the corner...I was going to get the police...Why don't you come with me and I'll show you?" I said without turning around. He came closer. I already felt the warmth. He was so much older, taller, stronger... it was a challenge. Maybe it would last longer this time...I purred silently...I loved challenges...It meant it would take longer...Now he was standing right behind me.
"Uh... Miss... your... hands..." I licked my lips...
"What's wrong, Mister?"
"B...blood...!"
I kissed him. It was the best way to keep him quiet without using my hands... I enjoyed the feeling... the feeling I was actually stronger than him..He pulled back, noticing all the blood in my face...He tried to say something. But he couldn't. I cut him right across the face, and blood came out from the fresh wound... warm... how I loved it...He started screaming...I licked his nose slowly and with a sly grin on my face.
"Hush...It will be over...Just enjoy it now..." I giggled. I bet he would've said something if he could. I used my dagger to draw a line from his face over his ear to the neck... I was never very good at school, got Fs in art class every year... oh, how I wished my teacher could see this! It was so beautiful...
"It is a masterpiece..." I mumbled...Now the fresh red blood covered my arms and my clothes. It was like a warm bath...I poked his eyes carefully with the tip of my knife, then licked the blade. He was so defenseless. I almost wished he could've done something... something to make my joy last longer...I decided to do something...I let go of him...Hoping he would do something...He fell down...I sighed. I had hoped he would have tried to run or something. But anyway, my drawing wasn't finished. I sat down next to him, kissing my blade... my lips were torn apart... but it was so refreshing...
"How about me carving an eye in your chest, my dear?" I whispered too him. Of course he couldn't answer. I giggled. It was so much fun. I took of what was left of his shirt...And kissed his chest...It didn't look like he trained...He was tall...but weak. I hoped for someone more challening... then I shrugged. There were billions of people in our world. There were billions of people wating for me...I started carving his chest...Slowly...I almost didn't breathe when I did this...I wanted my artwork to be perfect... But it was so easy. It was breathtaking...! Beautiful, how soft his body was... his white skin... too bad he couldn't see how beautiful he was... how beautiful my art on him was...
"Do you know how beautiful I am making you...?" I whispered...I almost cried. The joy was too much for me. I sobbed quietly...
"Too bad I have to leave you...I would love too put you up on my wall..." I wasn't afraid of the police or something. I was finished with my picture. I would always remember it, just like the lovely ears of his son...It was time to go home...Home to him...He would be waiting for her...My son. I always wanted to be closer to my own son... I got him when I was young... too young... But he was a bad boy...A bad boy...He always yellled at me.
I opened the door to our small apartment. I heard a sound from his room. It was so noisy... I used to listen to that music myself... but now I hated it! I entered his room. He didn't turn around.
"Get lost..." he muttered...I noticed he was smoking...Oh, the disgusting smell. I startet stroking his hair... and cut it off unexpected.
"HEY! What do you think your doing, you bitch!" he yelled.
I smiled. He was a real challenge. I caressed his cheek. "Being an artist..." I whispered. It was then he turned around...It was the moment he would see all the blood...but he shouldn't. His eyes were what I loved most about him... I bet my blade loved them too...
"Holy shit!" he screamt and rushed over the bed before I could do no more...
"What's the matter, Greg? Get back here, my beloved boy." I had no hard time chasing him. He was still so small... vulnerable...But he was my boy...Should I really hurt him? I thought while licking my fingers...But how could that hurt, anyway? The pleasure I felt... he should make his mother happy, shouldn't he? I grabbed his shoulder and he started kicking me. The cig he had been smoking was lying on the floor by now.
"Never ever kick your mom, my beloved son," I whispered, my dagger cutting across his legs.
He screamt out.
"You...you are mad!" he cried.
"No... I'm in love," I smiled. I startet drawing once again... This time from his legs to his stomach...He slapped me across my face and started pulling my hair.
"Bad, boy... really, really bad boy."
I cut his arms off.
He had stopped fighting me by now.
"Oh, my pretty boy..." I touched his face and gently kissed his eyes, like he was a porslin doll. I continued drawing... he screamt out in pain every time... just like a melody that suited my work... "I know what would be great to that..." I mumbled.
I went too the CD player and put on opera...Oh...I just loved opera...I glanced back at my son and started laughing. I strolled back and started playing with his nose. It was so small and round... I knew his friends laughed at him because of that... but it was so pretty! I made a scar from his forehead across his nose towards his chin...Ah...how marvellous he looked. Then I reached his throat with my blade... he was breathing hard... what a nice sound... I sighed. It was such a wonderful feeling. His breathing was hoarse...Like he had trouble breathing...I smirked...Of course he had...I made tiny holes in his throat with the tip of my blade. "Hmm... I've never made a drawing here... you should be glad to be the first... my lovely boy..."
I looked into his eyes...I noticed he was just staring at the ceiling. I slapped him.
"Aren't you paying attention to what I am doing?" I accused.
Then I began to laugh. How could he? He didn't breathe anymore.
Then it all came to me...He was dead. Greg was dead. I killed my son. I wasn't even finished... with my artwork on him...Absentmindly, I cut in my arms with the blade... I didn't feel anything. I was strong. Why couldn't I be so strong when I needed to be? When I was beaten up by my parents...? But the feeling of power, of warmth, it made up for it. I smiled and cut deeper. I could feel my own skeleton by now... I laughed crazily. Feeling my own warmth was something new for me! More blood... more... I felt like falling into a dream... oh I didn't want to wake up... more... more...I was feeling dizzy...My yellow dress was turned red by now...drenched in all blood. But red was so beautiful... red... more... I wanted more...! My vision was blurred... everything around me...
That was heaven.

Sunday, 3 am. A woman screamed. On the newspaper was a large picture of four people: her beloved man, her innocent little son... and a woman who committed suicide after killing her own son.