Hold the candle
The music's so loud, I can feel it in my fingers.The air's warm--the bodies around me dance slowly.
The floor's flooded with fog...cheap special effects from dry ice.
It's my last night...
...
and then it will all be over.
Then they'll come looking like they always do, because someone notices the fangs, the unnatural bone structure, the distinct wolf air around me.
It's not like I'm dangerous or anything. I've never bitten anyone. I make sure when the Full Moon's energy fills me, I'm too far away from anyone to risk it.
But people don't listen. They fear what they don't understand. It's smarter to run than to talk to an oncoming train. So...I run.
...and I don't always get away.
God...I thought I'd never be able to walk again, much less dance. The muscle from heel to knee was sliced neatly open. If I hadn't fallen through a ravine, and if they hadn't underestimated my stamina, they would've killed me.
Maybe it wasn't worth it? If I lost my leg...heh, there'd be no point to living.
So, little brother, I brought some flowers again. This time they're from the town with the jerks who gave me this scar. The town was pretty by itself...the people were the ugly ones.
I'll put the flowers here. Wonder if you like them.
I still haven't found him, Skye. But I will.
The werewolf who bit me.
The one who killed you.
Break the Silence
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