How did I get here? We were just walking as we were laughing. He was just so sweet and kind. A gentleman, really. He pulled out chairs. Always offered to walk me to my door to keep me safe.

His foot got tripped up on the sidewalk, and I wished I was the one who fell.

Blood.

He started to bleed. Now, usually, when someone scraps their knee, they bleed. It was what made us humans, but he bleed like normal — just not in the way I was expecting. The color.

Who was this man?

The darker the blood — the worst the crime. The only bright red is from a newborn baby, but that should be the only time a color is its strongest shade.

I thought I wasn't going to find someone with one color, but I did.

Not in the way I thought though.

His blood was black. Black like the night, but there was no stars to light up the sky. Black like the unknown with no hope of something familiar. Black like the color of criminal's blood.

Every time someone does something terrible, the blood turns a shade darker. I've meet a spectrum of people with light and dark blood, but nothing like this.

Oh, nothing at all.

I never meet someone as terrible as him. I honestly don't know how I am still alive — especially with everything he did to me after I found out.

Sure, even I have done some bad things — like j-walking.

I don't murder. I don't steal. I don't rape. I don't break the laws.

Not like he did, and just when I was thinking we could be something.

Where was I a couple hours earlier? In his house tied to a chair, my arms and legs bounded, leaving me defenseless. Tears came down my cheeks; sores appeared on my arms and legs.

He stood over me, shaking his head. "You weren't supposed to find out this way, Scarlet. It's not bad, though."

I would have talk back, but he covered my lips. I only huffed, leaving farther back to crest some distance from his body and my head.

He sighed, "Would you stop that? Scar, you're just going to hurt yourself." He walked towards me, taking off the thing covering my mouth.

"Help! Help! Somebody."

"I'm not a bad person."

"Yes you are! I've seen your blood!" I gasped, "
You're going to rape me and kill me!"

He grabbed my face, putting his palm over my mouth. "I was drunk. I went drunk driver, and I smashed a car, a car that was parked. I killed a family of five."

He walked back, sitting on the ground. "They had a son that was like five months, a three-year-old daughter, and a seven-year-old boy. I killed them." He looked daze thinking back into the memory. "I never regretted anything more in my life."

"Now, I walk around bars, catching anyone too drunk to drive. I make sure they get home so that they don't hurt anyone and their families."

"I'm sorry."

He stood up, walking over to me. "You should be." Then all I felt was pain, looking down, I saw a knife lounged into my gut. My blood, my mostly red blood, poured from my body.

"Sob stories work every time."

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