My Blood

We now live in a world that is as honest as a mirror. Our genes get genetically modified as soon as we are born, with some sort of cousin to the truth serum. When we do something that breaks the law, our blood gets darker. Originally our blood is white as snow, but every time that we do something wrong it turns into a deeper and deeper crimson. I have done something that is unforgivable. I wait and wait for them to come, seconds, minutes, hours, days. They never come to get me. I think that I may have gotten away with what I have done. They won’t even notice. They wouldn’t have noticed, that is, if those meddling neighbors wouldn’t have called with a complaint about "noise". 

They started knocking on the front door five minutes ago. I’m paralyzed. Now, they are screaming for me to let them in. I can’t move. Slowly I work up enough courage to inch forward to the door and turn the nob. I look out and see two midnight black cars in the driveway, along with three more down the street. Ten officers all staring at me. One of them clears his throat and says, “Hello sir, we have a suspected murder here. I have a warrant to search the house, I would like you to allow me in, unless you have anything else to confess.” he says as he raises an eyebrow. I slowly shake my head and let them in. Her body is upstairs on the bed. What could I do? They were going to find it, and that would be my death.

“I will get my wife, and ask her if she knows anything,” I say as I suddenly have an idea that will potentially save my life. I run upstairs, not giving the officers time to object. I raced into the bedroom and started calling my wife's name. Even though, I knew that there would be no answer. I silently walk to the bedside, trying not to let the officers hear me inside the room. I take a piece of cloth and wipe the fingerprints off the gun sitting next to her cold, dead body. Then I race to do the door and start screaming, “She’s gone, how could she do this to me, my wife is dead!” I ran down the stairs, fell to the floor dramatically, and cried. This caught the officers off guard and they immediately sprung into action, sprinting upstairs to the body. 

The body bag came and took her away. Some neighbors came and said that they were sorry for my loss. None of them understood. For hours, all the police did was ask my questions about what I did, heard, said, saw. None of them thought it was me. I knew because I made it look like it was suicide.

Hours later, while I was doing paperwork one of the officers came to me and asked me to come with them. I followed them into a white room where there was a man wearing a lab coat. “We only need to test your blood because you were a witness at the sight. There is nothing to be worried about. If we don't see anything then you can go strait home after this” the officer promised. Everyone was pretending like everything was fine, but it wasn't. This was it. This was where they were going to see what I did. It was all me. I hesitated only for a second before sitting down in one of the chairs by a table. The guy in the lab coat took my hand and poked it with a small needle. A small drop of blood emerged from the skin. To my surprise, instead of a dark tint of red, the small drop of blood was as white as a small lamb. It was then, that I realized that I could get away with anything. Even murder.