I woke, opening my eyes, stabbing pain seared through my head, quickly closing my eyes again, it began to ease off, I sat taking deep breaths, squinting I looked down, my hands were red, covered in blood, and panic began to set in and I opened my eyes fully and looked around.
Looking around I realised I was in a motel room, there was blood everywhere, something bumped my leg and I realised I was holding a large kitchen knife in my left hand, startled I let go and it hit the floor with a thud, looking at myself I realised I was covered in blood, I stepped forward, tripped and fell.
Scrambling to my feed, I felt bile rise to my throat, it was a woman, naked, bloody, with multiple stab wounds, her glassy eyes staring at the ceiling, staggering to the bathroom I saw another body in the tub, man this time, again dead, lifeless eyes staring forward, bathing in a crimson coloured water, had I done this? How did I get here? What the hell is going on?
Turning the taps on, my panic in full swing, I went to wash my hands only to his by a wave of nausea, quickly turning, I emptied my stomach into the toilet, once, twice, three times and then began to dry heave, grabbing some toilet paper I wiped my mouth and face, staggering to my feet I quickly began to wash my hands, over and over again till they became raw, all I could see was red, red and red, moving back to the main room I stood over the woman, I did not know her, like the man in the tub, I could not have done this...
Suddenly the door burst inwards, men streamed into the room, assault rifles primed and pointing at me, as if in a distance I heard "FBI, ON THE FLOOR, ON THE FLOOR" as I was shoved to the floor, I blacked out.
I awoke in a room, handcuffed to the table, with two men in suits opposite me, the first looked me dead in the eyes "Now, Agent Shaw, let's talk"...
