The night was dark.
The torn shirt that they wore over their body provided no aid to keep them dry or warm.
It only provided comfort. A lone reminder of behind them...
A symbol of their home.
Their family...
A figure was walking a little ways away, just barely visible through the pounding of the rain, save for the sudden spark of light in their hands.
A spark that they were all too familiar with. One they wanted to return to.
They shakily held themselves to their paws, their legs wobbling as they tried to step through puddles towards the figure.
They couldn't make out a face, nor could they smell them over the smell of wet ash and iron that coated every surface of their fur.
But they were desperate for that comfort.
That sense of being held again.
But the figure had only looked at them in disgust and turned to walk the other way, their shoes splashing against the covered ground.
They tried to find their voice as water fell onto them, their ears drooped, dripping small droplets from the tips.
But no sound could come out, for they had no voice.
No way to cry for their parent.
They looked to see an alleyway, and used their remaining energy to pull themselves into a box on its side.
The roof was dipped in slightly from the weight and damage of the rain, but they didn't care.
It was as close to their home as they would ever get.
They couldn't go back.
It was all gone.
They had watched it burn from a spark they wanted to return to.
And They Were Alone.
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Evolve...Or Die Trying
FanfictionPerfect. they had called him perfect. He was a beast. an abomination that defied all sanity. a monster. What about him being a monster made him perfect?
