holding it in my hand. I unsheathed the needle, it caught the light across the alley and sparkled. Slowly, methodically, I felt between his ribs and plunged the needle into his heart. He looked scared as I stared into his eyes. Then I emptied the contents of the syringe into his heart. Slowly drawing the needle back out through his skin with a last tug, I felt for his heartbeat on his right wrist. Was this what nursing school really trained me for? I was thankful for my ER nursing experience now as I waited… it slowed… then stopped. No movement, no shudder from him, just silence.
I stood over him, watching him. I waited. Then it came. I felt oddly aroused. The need that I had denied for so long, the daily obsessive thoughts, clouding my own thoughts, rendering me completely helpless. What am I doing . . . my husband . . . my children . . . what am I doing? I dropped to my knees, beaten by the need, the obsession, all my strength to fight this off was gone. But, I needed… and wanted more. A new strength began to build in me. I could do this, I could be this, I needed to be this. I could feel my heart pick up, beat with the strength I had been craving. A warmth started in my gut, like fire I felt it start to burn each organ as it spread throughout my body. Images flashed in my head, images of would-be victims of this man, now safe. I started to shake, a tremor that shuddered through my body. I was breathing hard and fast. It surpassed any feeling of ecstasy I had ever experienced. I tried to calm my mind, my body, my heart, my breathing. Slowly, the sensation receded along the same path it had climbed through my body. It was over. I had been preparing for this moment my whole life.
12. Beginnings
I walked to my car, reviewing all of the night’s events. Had I cleaned everything up? Were there any DNA left? I couldn’t worry about that, nor did I feel I needed to. I needed to sit and think. As I walked up to my car, I saw two figures in the dark standing next to my car door. I could feel my muscles tightening, but they relaxed when I noticed the red auras.
“Max… Aaron,” I said matter-of-factly… almost calmly.
“Megan,” they both replied.
I squinted at both of them, “How did you know where to find me?”
Max glanced toward Aaron who suddenly looked uneasy. “I followed you. Wow, you still look great.” His face then put on a boyish grin and I rolled my eyes and looked toward Max.
“Well, how are you?” Max asked clearing his throat.
“Other than feeling I’m still in the middle of a dream… or nightmare, I’m great. You?”
Close enough now to see their faces clearly, I noticed Max frowning. “You’re not sick?”
I opened the trunk and placed the bag into it. “No. What do you mean sick?”
Max and Aaron looked at each other.
“You completed your purpose?” Aaron questioned.
“Yes, why?”
Max interrupted, “I’m curious, did you get his name?”
I took a long breath in and out and nodded, “Yes, it was John Steele from high school.”
“Fascinating,” Max stated in an awed response.
Aaron continued, “Megan, it is difficult after our first purpose… and the transformation… to be, well, okay.”
Max moved toward Aaron and put his arm around him. “What do you say we treat Megan to a coffee and talk about this somewhere else.”
Aaron nodded in agreement, and we each drove off in our respective cars. Transformation, Aaron had called it. Is that what happened? I took a moment to survey myself in the rearview mirror. I looked the same. My body felt the same, although I had to admit that something was different, I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
We stopped at one of my favorite coffee shops and all went in to sit down.
This time I started the questioning, “Max, what does transformation mean for me? How am I different?”
“I can’t believe she’s okay,” Aaron again remarked, looking at Max.
“Agreed, Aaron, agreed. But there is a lot
I stood over him, watching him. I waited. Then it came. I felt oddly aroused. The need that I had denied for so long, the daily obsessive thoughts, clouding my own thoughts, rendering me completely helpless. What am I doing . . . my husband . . . my children . . . what am I doing? I dropped to my knees, beaten by the need, the obsession, all my strength to fight this off was gone. But, I needed… and wanted more. A new strength began to build in me. I could do this, I could be this, I needed to be this. I could feel my heart pick up, beat with the strength I had been craving. A warmth started in my gut, like fire I felt it start to burn each organ as it spread throughout my body. Images flashed in my head, images of would-be victims of this man, now safe. I started to shake, a tremor that shuddered through my body. I was breathing hard and fast. It surpassed any feeling of ecstasy I had ever experienced. I tried to calm my mind, my body, my heart, my breathing. Slowly, the sensation receded along the same path it had climbed through my body. It was over. I had been preparing for this moment my whole life.
12. Beginnings
I walked to my car, reviewing all of the night’s events. Had I cleaned everything up? Were there any DNA left? I couldn’t worry about that, nor did I feel I needed to. I needed to sit and think. As I walked up to my car, I saw two figures in the dark standing next to my car door. I could feel my muscles tightening, but they relaxed when I noticed the red auras.
“Max… Aaron,” I said matter-of-factly… almost calmly.
“Megan,” they both replied.
I squinted at both of them, “How did you know where to find me?”
Max glanced toward Aaron who suddenly looked uneasy. “I followed you. Wow, you still look great.” His face then put on a boyish grin and I rolled my eyes and looked toward Max.
“Well, how are you?” Max asked clearing his throat.
“Other than feeling I’m still in the middle of a dream… or nightmare, I’m great. You?”
Close enough now to see their faces clearly, I noticed Max frowning. “You’re not sick?”
I opened the trunk and placed the bag into it. “No. What do you mean sick?”
Max and Aaron looked at each other.
“You completed your purpose?” Aaron questioned.
“Yes, why?”
Max interrupted, “I’m curious, did you get his name?”
I took a long breath in and out and nodded, “Yes, it was John Steele from high school.”
“Fascinating,” Max stated in an awed response.
Aaron continued, “Megan, it is difficult after our first purpose… and the transformation… to be, well, okay.”
Max moved toward Aaron and put his arm around him. “What do you say we treat Megan to a coffee and talk about this somewhere else.”
Aaron nodded in agreement, and we each drove off in our respective cars. Transformation, Aaron had called it. Is that what happened? I took a moment to survey myself in the rearview mirror. I looked the same. My body felt the same, although I had to admit that something was different, I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
We stopped at one of my favorite coffee shops and all went in to sit down.
This time I started the questioning, “Max, what does transformation mean for me? How am I different?”
“I can’t believe she’s okay,” Aaron again remarked, looking at Max.
“Agreed, Aaron, agreed. But there is a lot
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