This is the first story which I have not already posted on Gurochan. It's the first real Original. Enjoy it!


Returning Home



Sonia had just come out of the hospital where she worked. Nurse trainee, 24 yo she had just finished her shift. Blond brown hair, curly, to the bottom. Nice physique but not excessive. She wore a yellow jacket and a blue wool cap with a pon pon on top. She was a cheerful and kind girl, always in a good mood which was rare with the work she did. During her shift, she lit up the ward, at least a couple of nurses were in love with her. He lived just minutes from the hospital and, although the evening of february was still cold, she liked to walk home. The sky promised snow, the city under the white mantle was always a marvel. At home, a nice steak prepared by her mother was waiting for her, Sonia was starting to get hungry.

Her could have been a long and satisfying life if she hadn't heard a noise coming from the park, if her good soul had not led her to control. The park was often frequented by homeless but at this time and with this weather it was strange that there was anyone. They were like groans of pain, someone was sick! And with this cold, he would have died if no one had intervened.

Sonia ran to the source of the noise. She knew what she was doing was dangerous but she couldn't let it go. Moreover, although she hated it, in her purse she had a gun. It was her father's idea, frightened by the usual media exaggerations. For sure, certain things didn't happen in this city but after so much insistence on the part of her parents, he had agreed to carry it with her.

In front of her, she saw a man on the ground, leaning against a tree. He was wearing a torn green shirt and corduroy trousers, he seemed to be about forty. Few brown hair in strands, like glued. His head was low and dangling, Sonia saw his shirt mottled with vomit "I am a nurse, are you ok?" The only answer was a tired moan "He's not ok" the girl thought, seeing that the man was shaking. She took off her jacket to cover the homeless, she had a blue and white suit underneath "This will keep you warm for a while" the man was brawny and, looking better, Sonia saw that he had a flourescent green bracelet on his arm that she knew well. This man was not an homeless, he was one of the guests in the hospital's psychiatric ward. He had fled, perhaps coming out of a window, perhaps lowering himself from a tree. This explained the torn clothes, perhaps they were caught in some branch.

She certainly couldn't leave him there and she wouldn't be able to bring him in alone with her 157cm. She looked around hoping to see someone. Nobody. "Don't worry, now I call for help" she pulled out her cell phone with her hands trembling with cold. She didn't know if the man needed medicine nor how long was he out there. She called the hospital "Come on Carlo, answer…" a recorded tape began to list the services offered by the hospital, she had to wait until the end to speak with the shift operator, Carlo. She looked around for someone who could help her.

Suddenly, distracted by the phone call, she felt something hit the side of her neck, a strange, hot feeling. The pain came a few seconds later together with the awareness of what had happened: a piece of metal had entered her neck; the man, who seemed unconscious until a minute ago, was now standing and had just stabbed her in the neck. He removed the piece of metal and a river of blood began to flow from the gash in her neck. In panic ran with one hand to the wound, dabbing it, staring at the man with wide eyes, the other hand to act as a shield "Wait, wait.. " a slash hit her hand, dropping her cell phone "You won't get me again!" He shouted, slashing with his piece of metal. Rusty, sharp and long at least 15 cm, it was a lethal weapon for a man so strong.

The girl tried to defend herself with her hand, backing. Lacerations opened on her arm and on her hand as he pursued her. She wanted to scream but her voice was low and husky for the gash in the neck. Suddenly, she remembered of the gun she had in her purse, if only she could get it… she ran with her hands to the purse but the dark and the man who was on her made the search difficult. Her hands, wounded and blood stained trembled with fear. He grabbed the purse and tore it away forcefully, throwing it away. "Please, stop! I want to help you!" "I don't need your help, you won't take me back in there"
"Stop! I won't…" finally, a blow reached its target, the iron penetrated the body of the girl, between the stomach and the groin, on the right. She shouted hoarsely, eyes wide with pain. He throw her to the ground, crashing her under his weight, he turned the blade that slashed everything in its path. He took out the blade and stabbed her five more times, always in the same area.

"I don't wanna die" Sonia thought continuing to lose blood "It doesn't make sense" having gathered all her strength, she managed to use her legs to push the man back. He fell backward stumbling over a root giving the girl a few seconds of advantage. She rose, holding an hand on the neck and the other on the abdomen. From this last wound were visible short stretches of guts that Rachel was desperately trying to contain. She remembered the years of medicine as she tried to understand how serious her injuries were and what organs that madman had damaged them.

Her escape did not last long, a few meters and the man grabbed her from behind and slipped the blade into her right breast. Sonia heard him whisper a chant, like a prayer, directly in her ear. Another stab, higher than the other, pierced her lung. She could not stand up, she collapsed to the ground spitting blood, the man right above her. Laughing, he slipped the jagged piece of metal in her throat, two times again, the last time tearing to the right, slashing skin, muscles and blood vessels "Do you know? I have never killed a witch, it's not difficult as I thought" his breath smelled of vomit, Sonia couldn't speak with the blood filling her throat. Also moving was impossible with the weight of the man above her. I will die here. It's not fair. I only wanted to help him. The face against the ground, slightly tilted, eyes full of tears and the grass below her now red blood.

She continued to think to her body from a clinic point of view, almost if she were not lying on the ground with the guts outside. Several laceration to the neck, serious damage to the respiratory system, perforated lung. Serious damage to the digestive system, severe bleeding. In a strange way, it almost made her laugh. Only when she felt something penetrate her into the ass who realized that he had lowered her trousers and had begun to rape her. Not that she cared much now. Just at that moment he saw a car on the road, two headlights that almost illuminated the terrible scene that was taking place. A last trick of the fate. Under the thrusts of the madman, Rachel's gaze became increasingly dull, dark spots formed in her visual field. I'm cold. I don't want to die. I want to go back home.

When the man finished, few minutes later, the witch was dead. Panting, he lay on her for a while. What had they done to him? He remembered everything in fragment, needles, tablets, his miraculous escape from the window. He did not remember where he had taken that piece of iron but it certainly proved useful. He had to continue to flee, he couldn't stop here, others would arrive. The snow began to fall and to whiten the witch's corpse. He had no remorse. those he fought were not human beings, they deserved everything he did to them. He looked in her purse and, in addition to documents and wallet, he found a gun. Thank goodness! Now he could defend himself. His next goal was to find his house. from there, he could plan the next move.