Jimmy (standard:mystery, 1386 words) [1/3] show all parts
Author: lowelldam	Updated: Jan 14 2005	Views/Reads: 3785/2490	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A story about a serial killer with a slight twist to it

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leaving the dead kitten behind him, leaving its memory behind him too. 

Jimmy walked into his small apartment and his mother immediatly started
to scream at him.  He was late and she was worried.  Then she noticed 
his hand.  It hadn't stopped bleeding and it was leaving a puddle on 
the floor.  She started screaming more mumbling about how he was going 
to bleed to death.  Jimmy stood there listening but not really hearing, 
he was starting to black out.  The room was spinning, his mother was 
spinning and screaming.  "I am going to bleed to death." he said as he 
drifted off and fell to the floor. 

He is in a pool now but it is not filled with water but with blood.  "My
blood." he thought.  Then he sees a man standing above him.  The man is 
holding something long and sharp.  He tries to swim away but he isn't 
fast enough.  He screams as the sharp object enters his arm.  He sees 
HIS BLOOD spurting out.  He sinks down into the pool trying to escape 
from the man.  The blood starts to fill his mouth.  He tries to spit it 
out.  He doesn't want to drink his own blood.  He doesn't want to drown 
in it either.  "Bleed to death" keeps running through his head.  "I 
will not bleed to death today."  he screams as he sinks to the bottom 
of the pool.  There at the bottom is the kitten, it looks at him and 
turns away.  "It's not my blood."  he screams.  He is suddenly quite 
thirsty and opens his mouth to start drinking.  The pool is empty 
except for the kitten by the drain.  He walks over to the kitten and 
lifts his leg one more time, bringing it down on the kitten again.  The 
pool fills up with blood one more time.  There is a smile on Jimmy's 
face. 

Jimmy wakes up to see his mother talking to a doctor.  He looks down at
his arm which is burning in pain.  It is bandaged up so he can't see 
how bad it is.  He sees a needle in his arm hooked up to an IV that is 
running into it.  The fluid is red.  BLOOD.  He looked up at the top of 
the bag.  More BLOOD.  He smiled and tries to sit up.  The doctor turns 
as he is doing this. "Whoa there big fella, just lay back down there 
and rest.  You had a rough couple of hours there.  You had your mother 
worried sick."  the doctor told him.  "But you'll be alright just as 
long as you get some rest."


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