freewrite – 08/06/20

[CW: blood]

I held up the black envelope. It had no address, no markings on it, and didn’t even seem to have an opening, but something was definitely awaiting inside it. Carefully positioning my scissors on the top, I tore it open, lifting out of it a piece of black paper. The writing on it was a somewhat discoloured red, smelling of... blood. Worrying... it had this to say:

“I HAVE YOUR BLOOD, I STOLE IT FROM YOU LAST NIGHT WHILE YOU WERE ASLEEP. DON’T WORRY, I WON’T BE DOING MUCH WITH IT, I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW IN CASE YOU START TO FEEL WOOZY OR DRAINED OR ANYTHING. DAMN, I’M GONNA MAKE SOME NICE COCKTAILS WITH THIS TONIGHT”

There was no name or identification anywhere else.

Incidents like this had been happening all over the town – someone sneaking into houses and extracting blood from sleeping people at night, although what they wanted to do with so much blood was unknown. Surely it couldn’t be all for recreational purposes, right? Regardless, it was all over the news, and forces everywhere were hunting them down soon, so surely they would be caught soon. Like... there IS a law against stealing other people’s blood, right?