For Science

Someone once told me that we all bleed the same. Some biology professor or something. Or maybe it was that sociology class I took. I don’t remember. I just remember that they lied.

I hate liars. Can’t stand them. Once a girl told me that she would love me until the day she died. Well, I kinda liked the girl and couldn’t stand to see her turned into a liar. So I killed her. It was the only way to make sure she was telling the truth. Her blood was delicious. Maybe the best I’ve ever tasted. Salty, but not so salty that it burns your tongue, you know? Some nights, when I’m feeling lonely, I’ll lick my lips, and I think I can still taste it.

Some other blood, though, it’s salty, too, but it’s also got that sweet metallic taste. You know the one. I never could get into the sweet and salty trend. Disgusting, if you ask me. Like, all that salted caramel stuff that exists now? Who in their right mind would want to taste any of it?

Anyway, so this professor said that we all bleed the same. I’ve never been one to take anything at face value, so I wanted to see if maybe he was right on some level. You could say I’m a scientist. I’m just trying to find what part of the human blood makes it the same as everyone else’s.

You may wonder why I’m telling you all of this. Well, it’s so you understand that what I’m about to do, I have to. Nothing personal. Just gotta find out if that professor was right, after all. Your blood is a valuable part of my project.