My junior year of college I had two roommates. A well mannered foreign exchange student. And the other guy.

The other guy… Was an obnoxious dick head from the start. He was first to arrive at the dorm and took up all the closet space and dresser drawers. Which included the foreign exchange students and my dresser drawers. But being a level headed person, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Unfortunately, he proved to be more abrasive as time passed. Being from an upper-middle class family he would often remark on the plight of his kin. Which was followed by his critique of the impoverished, “having all the rights.” I tried not take offense to this, even though I consider myself, “of the people.”

He proved to be passive aggressive at times. For example, while he himself had no problem with my CHOICE to be gay, his frat brothers were uncomfortable with the gay propaganda that I displayed. He asked politely if i could tone it down a little. I took down the three inch gay flag I had on my bulletin board, to keep civility.

My obnoxious roommate had another endearing trait. He was venomously racist. He would ask my Korean roommate how his people could eat dog? And assumed that my mother and father were illegal because… Well… Because I’m ethnically Mexican.

While i tried to excuse his racism as plain ignorance I could never excuse his sickening stereotypes of African-Americans. He would often refer to them as lazy, untrustworthy, and gang members. He also loved the “n” word and used it as often as he could. My decorum had its limits

And it reached the boiling point on the last day before he went missing.

I was in our dorm-room watching a documentary on slavery. He took offense to the anti-slavery tone of the documentary, “I think slavery was a good thing.” I said, “You cannot possibly be making a pro-slavery statement.” The disagreement escalated quickly. I said, “I hope you get rapped by that stereotypical black guy you’re so obsessed with, at least then there will be a reason for you to hate them so much!” He was a lost for words as I stormed out.

I returned that evening to the dorm. He was sitting at his desk studying and still visibly angry. Before I had a chance to close the front door he was ready for round two. He was offended by my rape statement, I apologized. But he would not hear it. He said that he prayed for me. This annoyed me, since I’m not associated with any contemporary religion. I was non-reactive and ignored him. This really goaded him, “you ‘n’ loving spic-faggot. Did you hear me?!” At this point I lost my composure.

My claws came out. He was white with fear… Because literally my claws came out. As he was freaking out over what stood before him, I took the moment to glance at a mirror. There I was, in my true monstrous form. A row of exposed razor sharp teeth; a gaunt-skeletal face; bulging eyes; and eagle like claws. I was furious, “look what you made me do, you prick!”

My Nightmarish appearance plus screaming did not help the situation. In that moment he bolted for the door. I grabbed one of his arms and broke it in half. Then used the bone fragment to impale his leg. He passed out from the pain.

He awoke several hours later. At first he screamed bloody murder and to emphasize the helplessness of the situation I followed suit. “Why are you screaming?” Everyone is gone on winter break. Even if someone was here they couldn’t hear you, I’ve enchanted this room.” He tried to run for the door again which was comical since he had no legs to run on. I gestured to his desk and said, “missing something?” There in his chair were his legs. I posed them in a very womanly manner. “I ripped them off while you were knocked out. I had some fun with them as you can see.”

He then looked me in the eyes, “what are you? Are you the devil?” I had to sigh. “You have such a Eurocentric view of the world… I’m not the devil. I’m not even Christian based… How can I explain this to you…”

As I took the moment to contemplate how best to explain what I am, to him… And whether he knew anything about the Mesoamerican deity structure, our roommate walked in.

Asshole’s eyes lit up with hope. He started pleading with my roommate to help him. Lee, our Korean roommate was baffled, “you haven’t killed him yet?” Which I replied, “nah, I haven’t done this in a while, I wanted to have a little fun.”

Asshole was in complete shock. To resolve his confusion I explained what led up to this event.

During finals week, Lee, missed his microbiology exam. The reason for this was that mr.prick, had unplugged Lee’s alarm clock because dickhead wanted to sleep in that day. Lee is from a modest background and is here on academic scholarship. One stipulations of his academic scholarship is that he cannot fail any of his classes. Lee missing his Micro final resulted in an automatic F.

Lee was livid. That night as the douchebag slept, Lee stood at his bedside with a pair of scissors. Lee was about to plunge those scissors into Prick head’s chest when I stopped him.

I took Lee out to the Balcony. I scolded him for making such a stupid decision and tried to talk some sense into him. But Lee would not hear it, “I’m going to kill that dick, I’m going to fuckin’ kill him.” I had a dilemma, Lee was a nice guy and had a bright future. I tried one more time, “you’re not going to kill him, Lee.” Lee, protested, “I will. I’m going to kill that asshole,” which I replied, “You’re not going to kill him… I am.” Lee had to laugh, “You? You’re his doormat. You never standup to him. How are you going to kill him?” I shimmered off my mortal form. Lee, pissed himself instantly. I was expecting him to run into the night. He just stood there, starring, wet, and mind blown. Lee did not sleep that night but he also did not try to kill our roommate.

“Did you call, Mark and Felipe?” Mark and Felipe were two shape-shifters I know. They would be impersonating Lee and I at a local house party tonight. “I will give them a call now.” I turned to Lee, “tell that slut Felipe, he better not try to fuck any girls tonight. I’m gay, so tell him to act like it.” Lee dialed our alibis and stepped out into the balcony.

Dick face started to moan. I looked over at him, he was as white as a sheet. The prick had lost a lot of blood. He was trying to say something but it was inaudible. I knelt down besides him. He asked, “Why?”

I was taken back by that question, “Why?” I thought it was pretty evident as to why I was doing this. He was a racist douche. But In that moment I realized something. He saw nothing wrong with anything he was doing. He was privileged, white, and straight. He had a sense of entitlement that made him infallible. In his eyes he was a god amongst men. For the second time I sighed. I almost felt bad for the dick… Almost. I closed his eyes and unhinged my jaw. It was done quickly. It was over by the time Lee came back.

All the blood and the dismembered body parts were gone. Lee exhaled in relief, “wow, you do some clean work. It looks like nothing happened… Except for the memories I would never believe we did it.” I was swift, before Lee knew it, I was upon him, “sorry, about this Lee.”

The cops were standing in the spot where I devoured our roommate. I had reported him missing that next morning. The first cop,”Was he acting unusual last time you saw him?” I contemplated, “He was just stressed over his grades but nothing out of the ordinary.” The second cop, “And where were you two last night?” I pulled out my phone and handed it to the second cop, “Lee and I went to a party, last night, I have some pictures on my phone.” The first cop asked, “Mr.Nguyen, were you at a party last night?” Lee, “I guess I was… I mean I must have been really drunk, I can’t remember a thing… But I don’t feel hungover.” The second cop chuckled, “oh, you sure did drink.” He handed back my phone, “Mr. Hernandez you are a ladies man.” My phone was open to a picture of Lee and I. Lee was pounding a whole bottle of Jagger and I was situated between two bleach blondes. I thought to myself, “fuckin’ Felipe.” I nervously laughed, “Those are some friends. I’m gay.”

The cops finished their report and said they would be in touch.

The investigation was over a week later. A photo stream of our dead roommate on Instagram, showed him very alive. From the pictures it was determined he was traveling. Mark, the shapeshifter I know has taken on my deceased roommate’s skin. He really likes being rich and powerful. He also enjoys donating his money to underprivileged youth programs. Especially those that promote education amongst African-Americans.

Lee also had some good fortune come his way. Due to his “traumatic experience,” our university allowed Lee to take his final for microbiology, which he received an A on. Lee was ecstatic, “thanks to that asshole going crazy and dropping out of school, I get to stay in college.” That was the last time, Lee ever mentioned our roommate. Lee never gave him a second thought.

I erased Lee’s memories of the murder and my ghoulish side for several reasons. I had a practical reason. I could not risk Lee cracking under the pressure of the investigation. Also, I wanted to grant Lee, peace of mind. Lee has had a hard life but has never given up. He works hard and is grateful to have the few opportunities he has been given. I could not let this event weigh him done. It was my sin to bare.

The last reason is personal. Lee, knowing I was godly would have made it difficult for me to be of the people. Since the beginning of humanity I have been there. I was worshipped and had my share of sacrifices. However, I was distant from those that paid homage to me. As another human I’m amongst the people. I interact and make bonds with them. Humanity has rubbed off on me and I love it. I see the progress we have made as a civilization. I know the good we strive for and I’m here to help it along. If I have to eat a few fuck faces to protect progression, so be it. In the name of progress I will nom on the bones of bigot dick heads.